“I want to have lunch with you today” he announced.

That was unusual – I don’t think I’ve ever had lunch with Greg. Just a lot of nice dinners and romps in the sack for the past year or so. “What did you have in mind? Are you out my way or at your shop?” I asked.

He said, “I’ve got some things to do on your side of town. They are only going to take a few minutes and then I’m free for an hour or so.”

“Well, that’s a nice surprise. I’d love to see you! What kind of hungry have you got?” I checked my calendar – all clear until a 3:00 staff meeting. I could leave any time as long as I was back in time for the meeting.

“How about i pick up a couple of subs and meet you at your house? Straight up noon work for you?”

“Ummm . . . OK. Just about any sub will be fine – get me what you’re having. See you in a bit.” Noon! That gave me 15 minutes to spare to drive home, make the bed and straighten up the bathroom real quick. I clicked off the computer, grabbed my purse and headed for my place.

Twelve o’clock and there was a tap on my door. I opened the door with a big smile to see Greg standing there. Tall, blonde – with a touch of grey for sophistication – tan, dressed in khaki pants and a yellow gold shirt. He looked like he was ready to go for a sail or play a round of golf. He stepped inside and presented me with two plastic bags holding our subs. “Set these down somewhere and come give me a kiss, you sexy thing!”

He didn’t have to say that twice! I pushed the door closed and locked it, then I put the subs on the counter by my refrigerator and stepped up to him, pressing my body into his and turning my head up for his kiss. I have to tell you, Greg is a FANTASTIC kisser. He puts the perfect a mount of pressure on my lips, and when he slides his tongue into my mouth I get shivers. I love the way he holds the back of head, pushing my lips against his. Sometimes he wraps his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back to tease me.

In no time we had unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped all our clothes into a pile on the kitchen floor. I love the feel of my skin against his bare, almost hairless chest, and he reaches around me to grab my ass cheeks and pull me up against his groin. His hard on was insistent and I was wet with anticipation. Taking a few steps forward, he guided me to the kitchen table and pushed me gently down onto the table top. Then he spread my legs apart with a thrust of his hips, and with one hand he guided his gorgeous cock into my pussy.

I raised my legs and placed each them on his shoulders, and he grabbed my calves in a steely grip while he thrust his hips against mine. I held onto the edge of the table for leverage and thrust my hips up and toward him, enjoying the slapping sound of skin on skin. He pumped hard and faster, leaning his head back and closing his eyes in concentration. I matched the rhythm of his thrusting and felt the tingling inside my pussy as I was about to come.

“Oh, Baby!” he moaned with a final, hard thrust and I felt the pulsing of his cock as the cum poured into my pussy. That extra hard push was all I needed to come with him, and I writhed on the table top in ecstasy. Slowly, he released my legs and they dropped to the floor. He took a couple steps backward and leaned against the door, eyes closed and panting hard. I sat up and looked at him, drinking in the sight of that gorgeous specimen of a man, his swollen cock dangling between his legs, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, his face so content and satisfied.

Sliding forward off the table, I scooped up my clothes and walked quickly to the bathroom to freshen up. I took one of the washcloths and ran hot water over it, then took it with me back to the kitchen and handed it to Greg. Gently, I cleaned him up, kissing him from head to toe, and then handed him his clothes. “If you have time for a shower, go right ahead. I’ll keep busy down here and get the sandwiches ready.”

Greg shook his head, but grabbed up his clothes and headed for the bathroom to redress. I wiped off the table, set a candle in the middle of the table, and put the sandwiches our on plates. I was pouring a glass of sweet tea for him when he came back into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.

“Baby, that was the best lunch I’ve had in a very long time!” he smiled at me as he sat down.

I agreed, “Promise me we’ll do it again, soon!”

Maybe I’ll tell you about the next Nooner sometime. It was even better!

Truth is, I love food. I love to eat food that has strong flavors, but I more than taste. I like the texture, the juiciness and whether I have to lick it or chew it. There is so much more to food than just fueling your body with energy. If you do it right, eating certain foods adds a look to your sexiness and your sex appeal.

Some of it is a nice mental exercise. You can just imagine that the act of biting into something and tearing it away, savagely claiming possession of it – or slowly licking and gently it with small, sweet slurps and tenderness – is just like making love.

When I get a big navel orange, I can’t wait to get home and sit in my favorite comfy chair and bite into that bad boy. I peel away the skin in small chunks, digging in with my fingernails and tearing it savagely away from the soft pulp. I toss the pieces of skin onto the floor, paying it no mind. Then, when I get to the inner sections of the orange, I pull the whole thing up to my face, slowly, taking it all in. I smell the delicious scent, I look at the plumpness with the promise of sweetness deep inside. I push my fingers into it, firmly and steadily inserting one or two fingers into the wetness. And then, a deliberate, slow, and probing bite. Mashing my entire face into the orange, letting the juices explode all over my face and drip down my chin.

This is how I make love to a woman and how I want someone to make love to me. Think about that next time you have an orange in your hand.

When it comes to chicks, I like an all over tan. Some girls keep part of their tit’s covered, like they are wearing a bikini and never go completely topless in the sun. But I think a woman looks better – and more daring – if she has a great all over tan.

I’m not to afraid to admit that I go to the tanning salon once in a while. I use a special formula tanning oil enhancer before I climb into the tanning bed, then when I get home I take a shower right away and re-moisturize my body. I tan completely naked in the tanning salon, and when I hit the beach I seek out a private place so I can take off my bathing suit top and let the sun kiss my breasts.

How about you? Do you like to see a white bikini line on a naked woman? Or do you like an all over tan?

The poor bastards who have prudes for a wive are on their own when it comes to sexual entertainment. Their wife doesn’t like porn, she thinks it is dirty or stupid or offensive. And to be honest, sometimes the reality of the good old reliable wife who has fucked 1,00 times already and refuses to do some things in bed is not what the guy is looking for anyway – he wants the fantasy of a different woman and some strange pussy. They know their wife would not approve of the porn, and they can;’t watch it after she gets home. So the only time the poor slobs have to get a hand job along with some fantasy is during the little window of home alone time they can carve out.

On the other hand, some guys have a wife that likes to watch porn with them. She likes to see what the guy likes, she likes role playing and pretending to be a hooker or a school girl or the horny housewife who answers the door naked. These women know that porn adds spice to their love life and will work hard to make sure her man is happy and satisfied. But even if she likes to watch it with her man, I bet that those guys like to watch it alone sometimes – and let fantasy take its own course.

Like last night, I was at the bar with Vivien and we were having some laughs. A couple of guys came in, khaki pants and white button down Tommy shirts, boat shoes. They looked like law students and they ended up next to us at the bar. An hour later, we had sucked down four mixed drinks. Maybe five drinks? Oh, hell – it could have been six drinks. who is counting? The guy talking with me said lets go to my place and have a pizza delivered. So the four of us walked two blocks to his condo and he called Dominoes. The place was not too messy, typical bachelor place. Vivien and her guy were sitting on the couch and started some heavy kissing and rubbing. I looked at my guy and he nodded his head toward the bedroom. Oh, why not?

No point in turning on the light – the window brought enough neon into the room to see the full size bed. It didn’t take long to drop our clothes on the floor and fall onto the bed together. He had a decent bod and was rock hard by the time I sat on him, straddling his hips and guiding his dick into my pussy.

Sometimes I like being on top – I get to control how fast the thrusting goes and I know the guy likes to look at my huge breasts. They can lay there on their back, grab my tits and watch as I do most of the work. Most of them like that a lot. I rocked back and forth, impaled on his hard cock and enjoying the squeezing and rubbing on my tits. It was feeling good and I sped up the thrusting, building up the intensity and knowing that he was cumming soon. I was right about that – he came in me with a deep moan, and then lay there gasping. His eyes closed, he smiled and lay still, limp and sweaty.

The doorbell rang – pizza!

The guy next to me ordered a longneck and flipped the bartender a $5. He asked me if I had come with anyone and I said I had a posse that was scattered around the club. Some were dancing, a couple were chatting up some guys in the corner. He asked me if I wanted to dance, but I really didn’t want to set the drink down, so I declined. Then he asked if he could call me sometime, so I grabbed a pen from the waitress walking by and wrote my number on his hand.

He called the next day and we hooked up at Applebee’s down by the movie theater. He was already at the bar, waiting for me and as soon as I took a seat on the padded barstool, the bartender walked up to me with a White Russian, set it down on the little white napkin in front of me and he walked away. I thanked my date, impressed that he remembered what I had been drinking the night before.

Things were going well and he asked me if I wanted to get away from the crowd, go sit in his car where we could talk. That sounded good, and he was a gentleman opening the passenger side door of his black Lexus for me. We settled into the leather seats and he punched a button on the dashboard to play some music over the Sirius channel. I call it Adult Contemporary, easy on the ears and not club music or teeny bopper crap. Three drinks, some soft music, and a guy with manners. I was relaxed and happy.

He reached for my hand, which I though was sweet, and pulled it over toward him, laying it directly on the crotch of his jeans. Oh my God – what a huge cock he had throbbing against that zipper. I felt around, gently probing and squeezing his dick and his balls with my fingers, then he flipped open the top button of jeans and pulled down the zipper. I moved my hand into the opened fold and felt the cotton of his briefs, rubbing his cock and feeling my way around my new playground. A moment later, I had worked my fingers under the elastic band of his briefs and grasped his swollen and pulsing cock.

He moaned and slid down in the seat, leaning his head back against the headrest. Leaning forward, I licked my lips and then softly took the head of his dick into my mouth. He shuddered and I smiled as he thrust his hips up, toward my mouth. He had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this blow job. I was very good at it and he was lucky I felt like playing around. The size of his dick intrigued me – I had never seen one that big before. In fact, after several deep swallows of taking his dick in my mouth and into my throat, my jaws started to ache from being open so wide.

He came pretty fast. Not really his fault – I had complete control and I brought him along quickly. If my jaws hadn’t started hurting I would have slowed him down a little. It was actually quite fun to have such a huge cock in my mouth, under my control and performing exactly as I commanded.

He whispered into my ear, “Gonna cup that luscious ass of yours. Mmmmmmmmmm..feel my dick, baby? It’s hard and hungry. Feel it? It wants you. You want my dick, don’t you, baby? You want it now?” He kissed me on the neck, pressing his tongue against my skin while softly blowing his hot breath, making me shiver.

I pushed back with ass to get get closer to him. Closing my eyes, I whispered urgently, “Yes, yes. I want it now.” My pussy was throbbing with anticipation. “Ummmmm.”

He pressed his hard dick against my ass so hard I could feel the blood throbbing in his cock. He thrust his hips forward and back, using his grip on my pussy to pull my ass into him, his cock slapping against my wet ass without entering me. He put two fingers into my cunt, sliding them in and out and then burying them into me.

My hips rocked involuntarily, matching his thrusting movements and building my desire. I expected to feel him enter me, but he would not. I moaned, trapped against the shower wall and a man who had me under his complete control. I knew he was enjoying himself, even though I could not see his face – I could feel his cock, rock hard. My mind was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me now!” but I didn’t say that out loud. He was going to have to work harder for that.

Taking a step backwards, he pulled me with him, my face no longer pressed against the ceramic tiles, but still turned away from him. His left arm moved from my shoulder to my neck, where he grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulling me toward him and pushing my head down at the same time, I was bent over, with my ass presented to him, to do as he pleased.

With one hand he closed the door behind us and with his other hand he reached into the waistband of my jeans and pulled me close up against his body, popping the button and pushing the zipper down. He kissed my lips, our tongues dancing and probing, our hands exploring and roaming all over each other. It was easy to tug his shirt up and over his head, then he pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hips. He pushed my jeans down with one hand and held my face up against his, forcing deeper kisses into his mouth. As our jeans dropped to our ankles we each stepped to the side and pushed them away. As I reached behind me to unhook my bra, he grabbed my wrist up twisted my arm up behind me. With a little push on my shoulder he turned me around and then pushed me up against the wall and thrust his hips against me. I felt his cock throbbing to life, and the roughness of his pubic hairs against my ass made my crotch tingle with anticipation.

Pinned to the wall with his body weight, I remained still as his hands slowly guided my bra strap down over my shoulders. He put two fingers under the band and used his thumb to unhook it. then his hands pushed their way around my body so he cupped my breasts and massaged them in small circles.

With his lips close to my ear, he whispered that he wanted to make me wet – both inside and out. I shivered slightly and he laughed in a low chuckle. He wrapped one arm across my chest, just under my breasts and backed up slowly, Just four steps later we were stepping up over the shower thresh hold and into the shower stall together. I felt the water hit my neck and shoulders, then he pulled on my hair, making me raise my face into the stream of water and I instinctively closed my eyes. He chuckled again, enjoying his dominance and control.

Using his knee, he forced his leg in between mine and I felt his hardened cock rub against my inner thigh. He whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me, but not yet. He said I wasn’t ready, and I moaned softly – part disappointment and part sexual desire.

Have to say, it was intriguing so far. Then what? “I am just gonna look at my baby for a minute, at how beautiful you are..how fine you are. Appreciating that you are all mine, turning you around with my hand in the small of your back, careful that you don’t slip, so I can see all of you and decide what to do with you. I’ll set the shower wand to a gentle pulse and guide it up and down your beautiful body to make your skin glisten with the hot pellets of water. Then I am gonna get the soap and I’m gonna lather every nook and cranny of your body. You will like the hardness of the soap bar and the feel of my fingers as I rub it over you, short deliberate strokes that wake up your skin and relax your muscles.”

“Then I am gonna have you lather me, as I lean against the wall and gaze in your obedient eyes. When you have finished your job I am gonna grab your shoulders and hug you so tight..our bodies wet and slippery. Your hard nipples pressing against my chest make me want more of you, I’ll grab your bare ass and pull your pussy against me. You’ll feel my hard cock rising up, wanting you.”

This was sounding good, I could see in my mind the steamy shower and our naked bodies slick with soap. Flickering candlelight and the sound of water bouncing off of my back as I searched his face for a clue as to what he wanted next. I was willing. Eager. Waiting.

Yes, he knew that a shower invitation would get my attention and I was over there in 12 minutes, robe in hand.

My aim is to entertain you, whether you are a chick or a dude, maybe inspire you a little and spice up what you’ve got going on in your boudoir. If any of the stories are particularly interesting, let me know and I’ll write more like those.

Enjoy your visit, and when you play – be sure you play safe! We want you cumming for a long time!