Sensuous Amorous Randomness

A Very Berry Sundae

2010-07-20T22:33:00.000-04:00

"I'll be home soon."

Checking in with my wife. She told me to tell her when I'm on my way home, said something about a surprise. I felt a faint vibration in my pants -- she sent me a response.

"Hope u saved room 4 dessert"

What the... She's not much of a baker. Wonder what her surprise is -- wonder how it's going to taste. I slid my phone back into my pocket and continued on home.

I put my key in the door and turned the lock, walking into a dimmed foyer.
"Honey, I'm home!"
It was so cliché, especially since I was coming home to a surprise dessert. Speaking of...
I sniffed the air. No scent of baked goods.
"She cheated..." I mused quietly.
Again I felt a vibe from below the belt.

"Cum upstairs"

Damn her and her shorthand.
I put my phone on the hallway table and made my way upstairs, stripping along the way.
The lights were dimmed throughout the whole house, lit just enough to see the stairs once my eyes adjusted.
I slid off my blazer, hanging it over the banister, instantly feeling more relaxed. I untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt as I made my way up the stairs.
By the time I reached our bedroom, my shirt was completely unbuttoned, my chiseled chest exposed, my shirt throwing playful shadows over my muscles.
When I walked into the room, my breath escaped me instantly, not to mention something again stirred in my pants -- except this time it wasn't my phone.
My wife was waiting for me on the bed, naked, save for a scoop of ice cream between her gorgeous breasts, which each had their own topping of whipped cream and maraschino cherries. On her abdomen was a playful design of arrows pointing south, drawn in chocolate syrup.
Dessert indeed!
"Good God, woman! You've quite literally turned yourself into my sundae, haven't you?"
"Do you like? Why don't you come have a taste?"
As I approached my deliciously decorated wife I unbuckled and dropped my pants and threw off my shirt.
Being as careful as I could be, given my excitement, I straddled my delicate dessert. I grabbed her head in my hand and pressed my lips against her bronzed lips, which, much to my surprise, were not bronzed but were lightly coated with caramel.
Her body heat was causing the ice cream on her heaving chest to rapidly melt, further outlining her breasts underneath the whipped cream.
I quickly licked up the ice cream, occasionally cleaning away the whipped cream from her supple tits.
Before finishing off her chest, I took each cherry stem between my teeth and placed the fruit between her lips. She opened her mouth just enough to allow her tongue to escape and grasp the juicy red ball. Her tongue swirled around the fruit before she reached up with her teeth to draw it completely into her mouth.
I kissed her more, tasting the caramel once again before going back down to her bosom. I took each nipple into my mouth, tasting the lightly flavoured flesh, rolling my tongue around in much the same teasing manner, rubbing and probing the ball, gently biting and pulling each sweet pebble.
As I moved myself down her body I realized that my erection had smeared the intricate design she had drawn on her belly, but the message was not lost. With my tongue leading the way, I cleaned off her stomach and continued further down to her other lips.
She spread her legs while I positioned myself at her lower mouth. I took her small button between my teeth and gently tugged. A small gasp escaped as her hips bucked. I toyed with the piece of flesh more, licking and sucking a second longer before continuing further between her legs and probing gently.
My tongue came up against something small and round. I drew it out of her and into my mouth. It tasted mostly of her juices, but also slightly bitter. It was soft so I instinctively bit into it. Pussy flavoured blueberry!
"Are you enjoying, Dear?" My wife purred.
"As much as you are, my Sweet!"
I continued to coax my desert out of my wife, her legs spread wide around me, my tongue buried deep inside her.
The more her hips bucked, the deeper inside her the berries rolled. I struggled to reach them but found I could not with my tongue alone.
I moved my mouth an inch north, focusing my tongue on her flesh berry, and with my fingers I reached inside her, hooking the berries and her inner walls. After I had brought the last berries closer to her opening, I moved my mouth back to her nether lips and collected the fruit in my mouth.
When I had finished my dessert, I moved up and kissed my wife. The taste of her pussy and berries still fresh on my tongue now mingling with the caramel from her luscious lips.
She reached down and stroked my dick before abruptly stopping. "You've got chocolate all over your cock," she said as she seductively placed her finger in her mouth and sucked. "Lay down so I can clean you off."
I complied as she hovered over me, kissing my body as she lowered herself to my throbbing member. Her tongue glided around my shaft, the warm, moist muscle sending chills up my spine. She continued to lick every inch while her hands massaged my balls. Before long she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her mouth went up and down my dick, her tongue around my shaft, seemingly grabbing it. One hand came up from my balls and firmly gripped my dick, massaging and stroking it while she sucked me.
This was too much for me as I soon exploded spunk into her mouth. She took me deeper into her mouth so she wouldn't drip any and continued to milk my dick for more while she expertly drank it down.
After she had run me dry she glided her tongue up my dick, cleaning up the last drops of missed chocolate and jizz.
She lifted her head to look at me and seductively licked her lips.
"Mmm... Chocolate flavoured cum... My favourite," she purred.

Ah, my wife, the sex kitten.

The One I Love*

2009-10-23T00:00:00.008-04:00

I boarded the uptown local. It was late and I had every intention of going straight home. I had worked all day and just finished my after-work workout.
I usually ride the train in the middle; I know where to stand to get the specific door I want.
The interesting thing about riding the subway during rush hour is you start to recognize fellow riders. For instance, more often than not, there would be this man. Six feet tall, short cut, kinda graying at the temples, light green eyes. I could go on. I've seen him a few times. Okay, more than a few. I think he's noticed me once or twice. Always gets off the train before me, occasionally looks back. I've yet to muster up the nerve to say anything to him. But today. Today, I was feeling particularly brave.
He was standing by the doors on one side of the train. I was standing almost directly in front of him. Neither of us were wearing headphones nor were we otherwise distracted. Just aware of the people on the train.
At one stop, a crowd boarded the train. Inevitably I was pushed closer and more in front of this handsome stranger. My petite size made it easy to fit comfortably in the crowd, even if it left me with nothing to hold on to.
I looked around in vain, looked at my guy, shrugged, and smiled. He pursed his lips and nodded slowly, a smile given away by his eyes.
It was now or never, I thought to myself. I felt my nerve slipping away.
"Ninety-sixth, right? I see you occasionally on my way home. You always get off at 96th street. Hi, I'm Leslie."
I held out my hand, and my breath, silently berating myself for possibly sounding slightly stalkerish.
He blushed a bit, laughed a little, and, with a smile, took my hand.
"Hi, I'm Steven."
His smile made me weak in the knees, and on top of that the train turned suddenly. With nothing to grab, I fell. And landed right on Steven's chest.
I felt his heart beating and his body heat radiating. I let my hand linger on his chest while I "smoothed out" his clothing, fiddling with his buttons and tugging at his tie.
"So sorry about that," I said. I looked up at him, "I wont let it happen again."
He looked down at me with a clear hunger in his eyes, "It's quite alright. Are you okay?" he grabbed both my hands.
"Oh, me? Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. So, uhm, 96th street, right? I guess I best get off you now. Your stop is next."
"Why don't you get off with me?" His eyes locked with mine and smoldered.
The train lurched again and I, once again, lost my balance. This time, however, he caught me with one arm around my waist and, still holding my hands, pulled me closer to him.
The train doors opposite to us opened. We had arrived at our destination, 96th street.
"Well? Moment of truth." He had a sly smirk playing on his lips.
I turned and led him out the train. "Isn't this your stop?"

His apartment was cozy. It had a comforting atmosphere without even trying. It was small, a studio, but not cramped. He led me inside first.
"Make yourse--"
I didn't him finish. After he locked the door and turned to me I grabbed him in an intense lip lock. He was startled, but relaxed after a few seconds, returning my kiss with extra passion.
"I've wanted to do that every time I saw you," I whispered as he nibbled on my neck.
"Why didn't you," he queried.
I bit his ear and took his lobe into my mouth. "Does it matter? I'm doing it now." I milked the loose flesh with my tongue, pulling it taut and releasing it in turn.
He let out a guttural moan and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. I kissed and nibbled his jawline and ran my fingers through his hair. The rough texture of his five-o'clock shadow on my lips further exciting me.
"Do you know what the good thing about living in a studio apartment is?" He asked.
"No, what," I replied as I unbuttoned his shirt.
"When you get home after a long, hard day, and all you want to do is fall into bed," he cupped my butt in his hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued, "you don't have far to walk from the door."
He carried me to the bed, and, sure enough, it wasn't far at all; 10 feet, at the most.
He set me down on the edge of the bed, stepped back, and just looked.
"Something the matter," I asked.
"No. Nothing. I just can't believe my luck. It's not everyday I come home with a beautiful woman. In fact, I've never come home with anybody."
I leaned back on the bed, resting on my elbows. "Well, you came home with me. And, I must say, that does take an incredible amount of luck." I hooked one leg around his waist and pulled him down to the bed with me, "now come here and enjoy your luck."
Without missing a beat he resumed kissing me with such intensity and passion it took my breath away.
I took his shirt off and felt his muscular arms ripple beneath my touch. His hands went underneath my shirt and unclasped my bra while I kissed and nipped at his shoulders. In a smooth moment, both my shirt and bra were on the floor, his bare chest pressed up against mine, our intense body heat searing each other's flesh.
I slid my hands down his arms to his chest, grazing my fingertips to his waist, finally arriving at the front of his pants, unbuttoning his button and unzipping his fly. With one hand he did the same on me and simultaneously our pants were off, his excited self silently begging entrance.
He placed a hand on my thigh and with his thumb he gently rubbed me and probed between my lips. I grabbed his ass with one hand and his piece with my other, softly stroking and stoking it.
After a few brief moments of passionate kissing and playful touching I could no longer take the teasing. I broke our kiss and took his ear in my mouth.
"I want you. In me," I whispered in his ear, "Now." And guided him between my lips, and, using my hand on his backside and now his hip, pressing him in deeper and closer to me.
I don't know which was more enjoyable for me; having him in me, or having him so close to me. It was probably just having him at all.
With each of his thrusts I tilted my hips higher and higher so he could fill me deeper and deeper.
When we peaked, I pulled him closer with a leg around his waist and a hand under his firm cheek. I pressed my breasts against his chest and with my other hand, also on his chest, played with one of his nipples, gently rolling it between my fingertips. I brought my mouth up to his ear and ran my tongue along the cuff, sighing with pleasure that only he could hear.
He released a deep, guttural moan and drove himself into me. His hands were around my hips, pulling me further on to him.
I firmly pinched his nipple and rubbed, took his earlobe into my mouth and pressed it to my teeth with my tongue, licking it and biting it at the same time. He mouthed my neck; biting, licking, sucking.
After many sharp, short, piercing quick thrusts, I felt his physical release.
His hands slid up to my face and he guided my mouth to his. We kissed once again, for a very long moment; softly, gently, intimately.
He laid back on the bed and I creeped up to him, placing my hand on his chest and listening to his heart beat. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"Thank God it's Friday," I giggled.
He took me into his arms in a caring embrace.
I kissed his chest, over his heart, and with one last sigh, fell fast asleep.

*[Note About the Title: It's from a song's title -- R.E.M. - The One I Love -- and is not supposed to imply any feelings either character is feeling. That's my official response.]

My Txting GF

2009-08-26T09:00:00.001-04:00

I had just come home from work. As I walked into my apartment, I noticed wet footprints leading from the bathroom to the bedroom, halfway through a wet towel had carelessly been discarded on the floor. I live alone, but I had given my girlfriend keys to my apartment and told her to come by whenever. The idea of her being naked and wet turned me on more than just a little. I took my shoes off, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt on the way to the bedroom. Before entering, I threw my shirt and tie to the floor next to the door. When I walked in the room, I saw my girlfriend laying on my bed, naked. She was on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, sidekick in hand, presumably texting, with her legs bent at the knees, and feet crossed. Her elbows did little to conceal her round, firm breasts, and the arch in her back still glistened from the shower. Her succulent ass tapered down to her well shaped thighs, and transitioned nicely to her perfect calves. I quietly dropped my pants and drawers and straddled her, my half hard cock falling nicely between her ass cheeks. I leaned in closer to her ear and whispered "I want you." Without turning away from her sidekick she replied "So then take me." I could tell she was smirking. The sound of her voice called my piece to attention immediately. I slid my hands between her solid thighs and flicked gently at her clit. She was deliciously wet. I put a hand on her shapely hip and slid my member into her. I heard her gasp beneath me. I kissed and nibbled at her neck, using my grip on her hip to thrust myself further into her. I moved my mouth from her neck up to her ear, biting and licking. The extra movement in her hips approved of this. Slowly, I slid my hand from her hip forward to her clit, again gently flicking, pinching, and rubbing. Her hips began bucking more forcefully and her moans grew louder. I moved my oral focus back to her neck and continued to bite and lick. She was nearing orgasm. I could feel her cunt tightening around my throbbing cock. I continued to thrust, deeper and more fully with each fuck. Her moans grew louder and more animalistic, her hips in sync with mine. My fingers continued to probe at her clit, more vigorous as her vocalizations increased. She peaked and tensed while I continued to fuck her before she released with a satisfied sound. The sound of her cumming and the feeling of her tightening and releasing pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pushed my cock deep into her. With a final grunt I let go and and let my cum fill her. I rolled onto my back next to her and closed my eyes. She moved to get out of bed but I pulled her back to me
"What, you dont want to cuddle for once?"
"Thanks, but no. Now I have to go take another shower."
And with that she walked out. Now I know why she hates it when I go straight for the Xbox after sex.

My Favourite "Secret"

2009-06-08T00:00:00.001-04:00

I was walking down the hall. I had just passed a dark hallway, when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed me by my belt loop, pulling me into the room. His quick hands spun me around and before my eyes could focus he was kissing me passionately. I didn't need to see his face, no one manhandles me in such a way, and his scent further gave away his identity.
It was a quick kiss. One meant to satisfy the inevitable urge we both would have once we entered into the formal setting we were heading towards, though as two individuals in different standing. It did nothing for me except make me want him more.
The hours following our recent embrace passed slowly. Every time I looked at him I yearned for his touch, to be engulfed in his scent. Whenever he walked by, my heart skipped a beat. Was he doing it on purpose? To torture, torment, and tease me? Did he feel the same way? Was he doing it to himself, too? Was he as anxious to get out of the public eye as I was? Behind closed doors where standing doesn't matter?
But I knew what I was getting in to, a "secret" relationship, though not an affair. One in which passion runs high, and respect deep. The respect for each other to keep our relationship to ourselves, for whatever the reason may be.
He has his life, and I have mine. The two don't mix except for the setting in which we met. It was neater that way. Our relationship is ours, and ours alone. There was no need for anyone else to know about it for it to be legit. It only takes two people, not two people and everyone else they know. Some people suspect, to be sure, we can't suppress every impulse, but no one knows for sure.
I don't know how long this will last, you can never tell how long any relationship will last, but it feels right, and that's what matters. That's all I can ask for.

Pay Me in Chocolate

2009-04-28T13:45:00.000-04:00

I was laying on our bed, reading a book. I decided to wear one of my husband's dress shirts tonight; it was too warm for one of my pajamas. The light from the lamp above my head was on it's dimmest setting. I was so into my book, I didn't hear my husband come in until he was sitting beside me. He was unwrapping something, but I wasn't paying much attention as to what. When he was done, he put his hand on the top of the book, waiting for me to finish where I was at. When I got to the end of the paragraph, I let go and let him take the book and put it away. In his other hand he had a chocolate coin. He was holding it out for me to take a bite. The chocolate was soft from his fiddling with it to unwrap it, and sweeter than most chocolate I've tasted. I let every bite slowly melt in my mouth, but unfortunately this caused some chocolate to melt and stick to his fingers. As he was getting up to wash his hands, I put my hand on his leg to stop him, and reached out for his hand. I licked his finger and thumb and slowly glided my teeth along his skin.
I reached up for his face with my other hand and pulled him down to me. I kissed him softly, in thanks for the chocolate, and in return he kissed me back. I could tell he'd had some chocolate for himself, for I tasted it on his lips. As he was pulling away, I held him a little tighter and softly nipped a bit at his lip. He didn't resist, and came in closer to kiss me again, this time deeper. He took advantage of me laying down and climbed on top, one leg on either side of my body, straddling me. With his free hand he undid the buttons of my shirt and grazed his hand slowly down the side of my body. He made his way down to my neck and shoulder, kissing them while I rubbed his shoulder and arm muscles. His hands creeped under my back and pressed me closer to him as I nibbled and licked at his ear. He came back up to me and kissed me passionately, his hands skillfully robbing me of my panties and making me want him even more than before. My arms reached around him, my hands sliding down his back, pulling his chest closer to mine. I could feel his heart beating, heavily and as fast as mine. We continued to kiss as I wrapped my legs around his, keeping his body right on top of me. I slowly moved my hands from his back to his chest, stroking the outlines of his muscles, moving down to his abdomen and finally to the front of his pants. As I undid his button and zipper he began to probe my nether lips with his fingers, looking for my pleasure center. He found it just as I was getting his pants off, exposing his wanting piece and tenderly teasing him. My hips started to buck, begging for him. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore he grabbed my hips and filled me completely with himself.
There we stayed, making love to each other, for nearly an eternity. When we were both done he continued to kiss me, and I him. When neither one of us could stay awake any longer, we curled up into each other's arms and slept, still loving each other, possibly more so than before.

Brownies & Ice Cream

2009-04-17T03:15:00.002-04:00

I was eating my after dinner brownie, standing up, leaning against the kitchen counter. I enjoyed my sweets more if I was standing, something along the lines of rewarding myself for not being lazy. I know it would have been healthier for me to wash my brownie down with a glass of milk, but instead I eat a bowl of ice cream too. It's dairy, it has calcium.
It's my nightly ritual. Microwave myself a brownie so it's nice and warm and scoop some vanilla ice cream on top of that. The ice cream melts and makes the brownie nice and soft. Drizzle some chocolate sauce on top, and it's just pure deliciousness.
So here I was, unwinding with the aid of copious amounts of sweet. I was standing at the island in our kitchen, an elbow on the counter top, resting my head on my hand, my hip slightly popped out. The main kitchen lights were off, just the range light was on. It gave off a soft glow, the right amount of light for one to enter into a sugar coma. I was concentrating on my brownie-ice cream orgy in it's stoneware bowl on my beautiful black granite counter top, when suddenly someone lightly placed their arms around me and gently pressed up against me.
Oh yea, I almost forgot I had a husband.
"Hey, baby." I love the way he calls me 'baby.'
He ran a hand under my shirt, up my back. After all these years, he still managed to give me goosebumps. Or maybe it was because I was eating ice cream in a babydoll.
"Hi, honey." I smiled. Half to my spoon full of mushy brownie, half to my husband's touch. "How was work?"
"The usual. Nearly get crushed my a loading machine, get nasty old God knows what liquid all over me. Sorry about missing dinner."
His hand slid back down my back and over my hip. I knew he just wanted to feel my hip bone. It was little more than his own personal love handle, and not the fat kind.
"No need to apologize." I shoveled more ice cream in my mouth. "You reeked something fierce. I don't think I would have been able to stomach dinner if you had waited a minute longer to shower." I forced myself to swallow the ice cream. The memory of the stench nearly overwhelmed me.
"Oh, ha ha ha." His hand shifted slightly. I knew he planned on turning me around. I grabbed my bowl up in my hand. "You know I don't always come home smelling like this, so shush."
"Mm-hmm." I murmured. It's kind of hard to speak with a spoonful of yummy in your mouth. "But when you do, it's bad."
Sure enough, he flicked his wrist, and around I went. I still had the spoon in my mouth.
"Silence, you. At least I don't come to bed smelling like thi--"
In an attempt to end his yammering I shoved some of the last pieces of brownie in his mouth.
"Are you done yet? I'm trying to eat my brownie in peace." I cocked my head and popped my hip and gave him my best cute 'tude look.
He took the spoon from my hand. "Trying to eat your brownie in peace, huh?" He dug deep, to the bottom of the bowl where the melted ice cream held rogue brownie crumbs hostage -- my favourite part. "It looks like you're pretty much done." He motioned that he was going to eat it. I could see a glob hanging off the bottom of the spoon. halfway between his mouth and the bowl he turned to spoon and brought it towards me. I opened my mouth to receive the spoon and just when I felt the cold air of the semi frozen ice cream, I felt a cold drop on my chest. Before I could begin to taste and enjoy the contents of the spoon, my dear husband was already working on cleaning me up.
He had put the spoon back in the bowl, and with one hand still on my hip bone, and the other cradling my head, he leaned down to lick the offending food puddle off my chest. I took advantage of his stretched and exposed neck and drizzled some ice cream down the length of his neck. The heat from his body quickly melted the residual frozen bits of ice cream. I quickly put the bowl down and pulled him closer to me. I stood up on my tip toes and began lapping up the rapidly melting ice cream, starting from his shoulder up. Except I didn't stop at his jaw, I kept going up to his ear lobe. I felt him shudder under my touch but it didn't stop me. I knew my nibbling on his ear drove him crazy, and sure enough he had reached his braking point. His hands slid down to the back of my thighs, grabbed and picked me up, and placed me on the counter top. The granite was cold under my legs, but warmed quickly. I nibbled my way down his jaw line to his lips. I playfully licked his lower lip while he nipped at my tongue. I pressed my forehead against his and we locked eyes for a long moment. Without saying a word he told me how much he wanted me, needed me, and most of all, loved me. I nuzzled him a little longer and then kissed him. Softly at first, slowly adding more passion. His hands moved to the top of my thighs and then to my back and butt. In one smooth movement he slid my panties down and off. My hands flew up the front of his shirt, feeling his muscular chest. He bent my head to the side, half guiding with one hand, half nudging with his face. I felt him gently sucking on my neck, licking, biting, kissing. His breath was hot on my skin. It drove me crazy. I reached down to the small of his back and dropped his pants. I grabbed his firm piece in my hand and began to stroke it. He pulled me closer to the edge of the counter top, he left a hand on my back and brought the other down my side, my hip, to between my legs. I felt his fingers probing me, feeling their way between my nether lips, the combination of pressure and juices causing me to release a slight gasp despite my best efforts to contain it.
I manoeuvered my head and neck to be face to face to him again. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer to me and kissed him deeply. He took his hand out from inside me and placed both his hands on my hips. I pulled him closer with my legs and opened myself to him, gently guiding him as he slowly entered me.
For the next 20 minutes, it was just us; me, him, and our love. Nothing else mattered. When we were both done I closed my eyes and nestled my head at the base of his neck, hugging him close, kissing his neck softly, while he did the same, softly stroking my hair.
After an appropriate amount of time, he asked if I wanted some brownie, while I asked if he wanted some ice cream.