This is the continuing story of Alexandra and Andrew, two platonic friends succumbing to curiosity, desire and sexual tension. To read this story in consecutive order, start here: part 1, part 2, part 3.
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While Andrew continued his torturous play between her legs, Alexandra placed her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He shifted his position slightly to allow for her to hang on to him as she buckled and twitched under his touch. Just as she felt a wave of approaching orgasm roll through her, Andrew removed his fingers and touched them to his lips. He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes.
Alexandra watched in fascination. This was a man who hungered for her in ways she never encountered before.
When Andrew opened his eyes again he stared at her and placed his fingers, wet with her juices, in front of her lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded her.
Continue reading “Seductive torment in the cabin”
The man whose tongue is licking her nipple is dressed and suspended above her nude body. He’s gentle and intuitive, coaxing the little berry to harden and spring to action.
First one, then the other.
Continue reading “Nipple licking”
He’s assertive. Confident. Takes what he wants.
And she submits. Willingly, with just a touch of fear veiled inside anticipation.
But it’s a fantasy. A delicious dream. Continue reading “Taste”
This is a sequel to Taste.
“Open your legs,” he told her. Continue reading “Torrid game”
“What are you doing,” she asks him over the phone.
“Dreaming,” he responds.
“You.” Continue reading “Carnal distractions”
The nighty she wears is short and clingy. Thin straps hold it in place.
But if she leans forward while sitting, one strap might fall off her shoulder.
She leans forward to allow the strap to fall.
A glance downward confirms her state: aroused and distracted, evident by the goosebumps on her skin, and her protruding nipples through the material.
She bites her lower lip and yearns for his touch. Continue reading “Reminiscing foreplay”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) (part 2) and (part 3).
He finally got his wish, I thought.
I turned around for him.
I could feel his eyes on me, from several feet away. Scanning me. Looking, but not touching.
My behind, bare and curvy, within reach of his touch. Continue reading “Seductive exposure (part 4)”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).
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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.
Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).
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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.
It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.
He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.
When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.
Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 2)”
“Take off your clothes,” he simply stated, in that matter-of-fact, confident tone of his.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 1)”