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It was Friday and she hated to see her man slip out of the bed and get in the shower knowing he had to leave for work.  She wanted him to stay in bed, call off and just hide from the worlds responsibilities with her.  She couldn’t resist the chance for temptation knowing it was National Doughnut Day.  So she slipped from the bed, pulled on her clothes and rushed down to the local shop to get a dozen.  By the time she returned he was in the kitchen, in his suit, pouring his coffee so she wished him a good morning with a kiss on the cheek.  He turned and kissed her passionately as she held her hands behind her back.  “What are you hiding?”

“Just a little treat but you will have to wait.” she stepped back from him slowly as his grin spread wide.  He never notice her taking his car keys off the counter beside him.  “Alright baby, well have a relaxing day, we will go out tonight if you want.” A smile, nod “Sounds good babe.” as she slipped out of the room.  She rushed upstairs with a giggle and pulled off her shirt.  “Have you seen my keys?” His voice aggravated as his heavy footsteps creaked the steps.  She had to keep silent so he would come all the way into the room.  She opened the bag of doughnuts and lay them all over her body.  When he pushed the door open with an irritated thud his scowl changed to a smile.  “Baby….have you seen my keys?” playfully ignoring her body being covered with his breakfast.  He approached as she lifted one up and took a bite.  He picked one off her tummy and bit into it with three big chomps then with chocolate icing on his lip he leaned down to kiss her.  

She held his tie so he could not pull away.  “Stay for breakfast and before you know it, it will be dinner time.” more giggles and chocolate iced kisses as she pulled his tie loose and he reached for his phone in his pocket.  A one minute call to cancel his day at the office as she unbuttoned his shirt.  He was not much of a breakfast person but today he ate everything in front of him.

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Miranda Kerr

She lay in bed waiting for him to get home, body clean and wet in anticipation of his touch.  The car is heard pulling into the drive, a door, heavy footsteps………he is coming.   A silhouette standing in the doorway as his smile widens seeing his beauty.  A slow tug on his tie as he moves to the bed, leans down and takes her mouth against his.   His strong rough hands moving gently over her skin as she rolls to her back and opens her legs.  He sees the soft pink damp and ready as his thick fingers brush across it then enter her.  She arches and whimpers with the aches of the long day now being satisfied.  He watches her wriggle and buck under his loving caress till she cries out and spills to his touch.   A slow pull out and raise of his hand lets him taste just how sweet his baby is today. 

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I do so love the sense of taste.  How a slow tongue moving over your sensitive skin, tender nipples, and wet flesh can make you purr.  Yes you have been claimed with every stroke of my tongue.  Expose your body for my hungry worship of your beautiful body as you are MINE. 

I have no control over the constant urges in my mind and body.  The idea of you laying there while I run my tongue in and out of your dripping pussy.  Your fingers moving through my hair as you try and watch, try to hold back your orgasm cause it feels so damn good.   Your breasts lifting and falling with heavy breath.  Those delicious moans as your hips roll against my mouth.  I crave giving you the pleasures your body hungers for.  Feel my tongue ravage your wet flesh and cum for me.  

Took a half day off with a pounding headache and body full of stress.  I pulled in the drive to see a few cars, finding you and your friends chilling after school.  I got the “Hi dad” and “Hey Mr. Masters…….” tossed my way as I smiled and raised my hand in a lazy waved hello with a forced smirk.  I was not really in any mood for the noise of your girlfriends but I was not going to be a prick.  “Going to just head to my room, get some aspirin and rest my eyes ok…”

“Sure dad I promise we will keep it down ok…” A few awe looks returned and right back to the chatter.  I slowly climbed the steps, these double shifts were killing me but I had to do something to prepare for your college.  I threw back some pills and lay back on my bed.  Restless sleep took me into a wicked little dream.  That cute little brunette that always hung out with you had snuck in my room.  I swear it felt so real when she tugged off my slacks and ran her tongue over my cock.  Both of her little hands rolling up and down my shaft felt so good.  How hot my body felt, how full I felt, then the heavy throbbing….I was going to cum.  It jolted me awake right in the moment at first the disappointment of the dream ending to only to see her twisting her fists around my cock.  My mouth fell open as she just smiled as she watched the white streams burst from my cock all over me.  She slowed her stroke and leaned over to kiss the tip.  “Hope that will help that headache sir, I am sorry I woke you but I just wanted to help you feel good.” 

She hopped up off my bed as I watched her licking the cum that had drizzled on her fingers.  Maybe having her girlfriends over was not such a bad idea.  Forgot all about that headache.

Best friends through college and roommates for years after until you found the man of your dreams.   Within months she moved out knowing he was the one for you and you needed your privacy.  She was jealous of the time you spent with him but he was a good man.  She kept her wild single life flowing but it didn’t feel the same.  The clubs you both went to was your places.  So when your new man proposed to you over the holiday she was ecstatic for you but deep inside needed to find something new, someplace new.  

The new year came and fell with the snow and you rarely saw her visit.  You talked all the time but it was not the same.   You were planning weddings and moving in with him, focused on work and a new family.  She was hanging out with new friends from the club and took a new job that starting next month would require her to move out of state.  It left an empty feeling in both of you.

Your fiance had to travel for work this week and it was odd how cold his house was, well your house now.  You tried to keep busy but after two days of texting how being alone was driving you nuts she just giggled with you and said she would come spend the night….”nothing a bottle of wine and bad movies can’t fix”.  Soon after the doorbell.  You hopped up and swung the door open to a smile and a hug.  She went right into the kitchen and started pulling glasses out as you watched her.  Watching movies, draining the first bottle, and getting cozy under a blanket together on the couch felt like the old days.  She glanced over….”you complain about it being cold but you have a fireplace…?” You admitted you didn’t know how to use it cause it was gas.  Again laughter as she popped out from under the blanket and turned it on with a click of a button.  Roaring laughter between you both as she slipped back under the fleece with you. 

More wine, light conversation about her leaving, your wedding before you both confessed to how sad you were to be apart.  She was regretting moving and how much she loved you.  “I love you too” wrapped in another snuggled hug she held on to you for a bit longer than normal then you felt her kiss your neck lightly.  It sent shivers down your body.  You didn’t say anything as she seemed to lay against you and look back at the end of the movie.  All you could focus on was how her lips felt on your neck.  Your mind wandered, you never played like some of your friends did in school.  You were so close yet never had an intimate or drunken moment with each other.  You looked at the empty wine bottle.  She shifted and kissed your neck again.  

Your eyes closed.  The kiss was so soft, wet, your body tingled as you felt her hand move along your leg.  You held your breath as you felt her rub over your shorts and a gentle sucking against your shoulder.  This time you moaned a bit as your legs unfolded and welcomed her touch.  Was it the wine?  The fear of loss and distance?  Just the deep love you held for each other?  She move her hand into your shorts under your panties and massaged your wet aching core.  Your hands gripping on her as she kissed around your nape and finally to your mouth.  Swirling tongues and hands exploring each others bodies.  You unbuttoned her jeans and reached down in to find her soaked for you.  

Whimpered sighs and groans of pleasure as you undressed each other.  Mouths and hands warming every inch of each others skin.  The blanket spread out on the floor by the fire leaving just two girls pleasuring each other painted in reflected flickering of the fire.  She rolled you over and moved her mouth over your body in some sort of kissing massage.  As she squeezed and nibbled your butt she slipped a finger inside you again.  Her teeth and tongue against your lifting bottom.  She took you into orgasm again and again.  You pulled away only to lay her back and taste her skin from her firm puckered nipples to her wet silk.  She curled her legs around you as you showed her ecstasy.  You lost count on the number of orgasms you both shared until you found her curled up in your arms sleeping.  Maybe you were not the only one alone?  You lay there holding her, in love with her, knowing your man would be back at the end of the week and you would soon become his wife.  She was going to leave but she would always be yours.  You felt her kiss your neck again.  You lifted her chin and kissed her smile with yours.   

Do you think of me?   Those moments where you have opened yourself to my words and let them penetrate you so deeply that you can feel my touch against your skin?  Do you sit at work slipping your hand into your panties to rub that tender clit or move your little soft hands under your blouse over your breasts?  Do you take long baths masturbating to the idea of my hands washing you?  In the morning can you feel my tongue part your flesh to wake you?  Have you leaned against a wall or bent over your furniture and thrust your fingers in your aching core knowing how my cock would stretch you?  

Do you think of me as much as I think of you?  I crave you, I need you.  Open your mind and body completely!  Cum for me and show me you’re mine

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©Dmitry Borisov

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Photography was just a hobby, nothing more.  I would take my lunches or evenings when the mood struck me and head to the park or to the industrial sector, to a lake or to peak.   I had to admit I had a way about finding beauty in anything.  I had seen you before around town but today you were sitting out on the pier as the sun set.   I had been clicking away until I noticed your head down.  I walked carefully up from behind not wanting to startle you.  “Hey is everything ok?”  I pretended not to notice you drying your eyes.

A simple nod as you look out over the water.  I sat down beside you, not too close but close enough to start a conversation.  Maybe I should of left you be but I didn’t like to see people hurting.  Some light chatter exposed your recent break up, left for another after a long term relationship.  I admitted my own faults in dating and picking the wrong one but assured you that with your beauty it would not take long for another.  You thanked me but modestly denied my sense and sight.  “I beg to differ, I have an excellent way of seeing beauty and trust me you are a breath taker!’ A light laugh and repeated thanks.

We talked about our jobs and my hobby and after a bit we found ourselves walking the beach.  I clicked away at the final moments of the setting sun making sure to catch glimpses of you in the frames down to the silhouette at the end of dusk.  “That blush looks good on you.”

Now I was really not trying to hit on you, I mean any man naturally would but I recognized the fresh sting of your break up and didn’t want to be the rebound guy, been there, done that.  You invited me for a drink as we got to the lot and although surprised I accepted.   The next few hours at a local tavern our casual conversations became bolder, flirtatious, playful, and revealing.    Leaning into each other in laughter, light touches when we spoke as the night grew late you asked if I had ever photographed people.  It was an odd shift at the point we were but maybe you had realized we were headed for a one night stand and neither of us were really that person.  Attractions aside I reminded you of my dabbling hobby and that any portrait work was for a graduate or random person in the scene I was creating.  You asked to see my work sometime and I openly invited you anytime you wanted to stop by.  With that you stood up and picked up my cell phone.  you typed in your cell number and added it to my contacts.  

I smiled as I had obviously made a new friend and this rough day a bit easier on you.  I paid the tab as you dialed your number on my cell so you now had my number.  You wished me a good night and another thank you as I stood “Pleasure is mine for sure.” You leaned to me and kissed my cheek and walked off.  I finished my drink and wondered if I should try and call you in a few days as I walked to my car.  When I got home and slipped into bed my cell vibrated.  I looked down to find a message from you asking for my address and if I like wine.  I typed in my location and let you know I would have the glasses ready tomorrow night along with some pasta if it would please you.

The next night you arrived and we shared a bachelor prepared meal and a bottle of wine.  Warm conversation and laughter, we ended up in my living room flipping through books of photographs.  You complimented me and revisited the question about taking pictures of people.  “Well if I had a model like you I would spend my whole day taking pictures” a flattering flirt as you set down your glass.  “Get your camera as you stood and started to undress.”  Now you had never mentioned nude photos but I was not about to pass up this playful moment.  I grabbed my camera, where would I take them?  I started off lighting a quick fire and having you relax on the couch.  The flames highlights flickered over your body as you posed.  Was the hottest thing I have every done in my life and your smile was delicious.

You had mentioned the other night certain things you liked, the beach, a bottle of wine and I recalled one of the issues your ex had was you were too wild for him.  Always wanting to push boundaries as he was more traditional.  Now it hit me, this photography in the nude was just you trying to be……….you.  I refilled your wine and took some fun playful pics in the kitchen as you drank and teased.   I was so aroused by you I could barely think.   I needed something off the charts for you, really make the experience and push my own boundaries.   I took your hand and led you to my spare room.  You saw the bed and immediately climbed up, you were ready for more than pictures.  I was not the only one turned on by the shoot.  “Give me a minute..” I rushed out of the room and too the garage, found what I wanted…made a few cuts and rushed up in the room.  As I looked at the bed you were gone and I worried for a split second that you left only to catch you sitting in the tall chair.  You had moved it in front of the mirror and had opened your legs, admiring your body.  Hell so was I.

I didn’t ask, I moved behind you and pulled your arms back, when you felt the rope you smiled at me in the reflection.  I bound your wrists then your ankles.  I took pictures through the mirror of you as I could see you watching.  Then I set the camera down and went to untie you.  Kneeling at your legs you told me not to let you go.  I looked up at you, moved my hands over your thighs and ran my tongue into your juicy flesh.   Your moans were intoxicating and we spent the night releasing you into kinky pleasure.  When I woke in the morning you were gone although the bed was still warm next to me.  I sat up to a rattle of my cell on the nightstand.   Your message was an address and this “Tonight you can bring the wine and I will bring the rope!”