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Her Version

You could almost feel his fingerprints on your neck when he dragged them across your flawless skin. Your eyes were closed, and the image of a sunset replaced the orange light shining through your curtains. Unlike the beach, there was no wind, save for the air-conditioning unit that hummed as cold wind contoured to the curves of your body.

He moved downwards, and slowed down as he climbed the impossible slopes up your mammaries. It was the tiny contact point of his body, and yours, that created the waves of pleasure that followed his fingers closely.

Right there, a pause got your attention, the attention that grew into anticipation. What will he do next? A warm gust of air covered the peaks, forming a circle that travelled down your glorious bosoms, disappearing around your ribs. A rise in the temperature above the pinkish tip was quickly moistened by his mouth, before his thick, soft lips went over one side.

Keeping very still, that slippery, wet, rough piece of tongue twirled around, flicking and tasting your raw skin with saliva covering every inch. Those bumps stopped by your nipple turned into an electrifying pulse, shooting sparks underneath those sensitive nips into your dormant body.

Right in time, he shifted his attention to the other side, neglecting the damp one shivering in the chilly cold winds. His palm rested under the lonely boob, strong, yet gentle. He was the force that no one lady could handle, behind a mind that was as resilient to stop the beast from emerging.

Haah..

His mouth lifted itself like the quietest alien spaceship, blowing the last breath of hot air to take in another. All of a sudden, everything went silent again, only leaving his fingers to be felt, between the cleavage of the sexiest woman in that moment.

Confidently, he moved to your belly button, tickles held back for later, where you might be given the chance to exact your version of ‘sensual’ on him. You would love to show him what you are capable of too, if not, replay his maneuverers on his manly figure.

Trailing nails led him to the mould of your pussy, keeping your legs apart but not appearing too desperate. Mentally, you did not felt too vulnerable. Emotionally, you were secure enough for him to continue even if he wasn’t yours. But physically, it was a whole new story.

A part of you wanted to enjoy the teasing longer, but the darker part of you, want him to end the pretence and just get what he was after. You know you would enjoy either of them.

Using his index finger, he turned it sideways and let it fall into the meat sandwich. You could feel how soft you were, you could feel how unwet you were. He had control over how much you can want out of him.

He continued deeper among your labia, sliding up and down, left and right, till he locked his motion under a catch. A sharp breath of air involuntarily filled your lungs, and he had his hand on your weakest spot.

Another finger joined his index, a thumb, to be exact. He clamped your clit lightly and rolled them together, sending a continuous flow of energy into your limbs. Just before your muscles tightened, he let go of it and you were more relaxed than before.

Your legs opened on their own, and he slid lower down your cervix, carefully locating the entrance with just an inch allowance. How could he have taken any longer to figure it out right? Totally under his control, your body found no reason to be wary. And when he pushed the first joint into your vagina, your mind turned into an obedient one, well knowing that he would not stop till you are one hundred percent satisfied.

Then, you felt another finger tip right beside that first one, and it stretched your pussy lips wider, sinking into you and catching up with the former. Yes, there were two inside you now.

He proceeded on, lubricating himself as he moved in a single direction. It had almost felt like a sword that never ended, going into you.

The next minute, there was no reaction from him, at least not from what you could see. His fingers had curled up inside of you, twisting and exploring your insides. Accidental contact with your various sensitive spots came and went, like passing clouds while you sat in the cockpit of a F16. Fast, temporary, but you felt them for certain.

Mimicking the wheels of a locomotive, his elbow started moving back and forth, slightly bent upwards to rub on that bumpy underside of your pussy. You could hear the ticking as his nails stroked along that rough surface, and it felt even better than a smooth dick that could be inside.

Your body squeezed that orifice instinctively and the overpowering, mind-numbing, vision-blurring sensation multiplied. Adrenaline froze your neck and your tightly clenched fingers, but you knew you would not need them for now. Something inside you is permitted to come out and play. And all you had to do was to keep still.

He went deeper with each stroke and you could feel him stretching your limits. You weren’t sure if he was that big or you were that small. It just felt – good.

After five minutes or so, he slowed down, and his fingers turned to the side. He was just moving his fingers and no more of that masculine workout kept things going.

Your pussy began closing in on him, and his movements got wilder. A loud unsightly groan escaped your mouth and a trembling sense of fear overwhelmed you, sending you into a heart-racing spat of orgasm that quickly flushed all the scary thoughts out of your head, replacing them with a beautiful sight of greenery and fresh air, right after you almost drowned. That ‘drowning’, was worth it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, paying extra attention to return those folds of red flesh to its original position. A warm palm cupped over your sore pussy, taking all the aches away. Your eyelids never felt so heavy before, and there was no worry about what he would do to you in this state.

‘Hey babe.’

A whiff of hot pancakes awakened your senses, and sunlight shone through your eyelids glowing red. You rubbed your eyes a few times, and before you, on your bed, was a tray of food.

A glass of spinach-Yakult milkshake, steaming hot pancakes, two mid-sized german sausages and sliced apple. Behind that tray was him, ribbed, tanned, carrying a smile that lit your day.

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Two Tables Away

She was in an off-shoulder crop top, almost see-through if not for the white folding layers that pushed men’s imagination wild. There was no visible bra straps but that only made things worse by the exposure of her fair waist where the top ended.

The guy? He had his arm around her neck, hand doing something in her blouse. Where I sat, two tables away at the study corner of a void deck, I could see everything that they were totally cool with.

His arm dived deeper as his movements got slower, till it looked somewhat like breasts-massage. The girl had her face turned to his chest, and his other hand on her thigh just kept moving higher.

Soon, he was in her skirt and her one of her legs went over his lap, making way for more ‘useful’ actions instead of just teasing. She could not do much for him in this situation, kneading the bulge that was poking from under his berms.

When he moved deeper between her legs, a gasp told me she had no underwear on. It was totally fine to wear nothing under such a short skirt. Yupp. Her breathing was loud enough for me and they could not sit any closer.

Siamese twins? They were THAT close. But apparently still too far. Popping sounds started coming as he thrust his working hand, while the other was just too distracted to continue the massage.

Excuse me!

He retracted his hands and she pulled her skirt lower. Well, that was how all of us looked like when we were caught right? At 1am, who else, besides me and them, would be here?

The Police. On Patrol.

Needless to say, they were the firsts to be interviewed and then disappeared towards the longer end of the block. Okay. The badass cops are coming for me now. See ya!

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Shooting at a Star

Me: ‘Hi Jacelyn. K here. We’ll be doing the shoot here.’

Jacelyn: ‘Umm.. okay.’

She entered the lift with me, and reached out for the 1.5 litre bottle I was holding with my tripod. As the lift whizzed to the highest floor, the silence was expected at our first meeting, since she said she was shy with strangers. There was not yet anything to say then. Upon reaching the twenty third storey, I walked into the door leading up to the roof, and she followed suit, standing behind me while I placed my equipments down.

Me: ‘You can just sit there.’

Jacelyn: ‘Is there anything you want me to change into?’

Me: ‘Yeah. Hang on.’

I passed her the grey bag with a slit on the top, still in it’s original packaging after it arrived at my place. Just wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, she removed them while I looked away, and changed into the white blouse and plaided skirt, resembling a school uniform from Japan. As I felt the material for the first time between my fingers, the high quality of it made me pleased with the money I spent.

From my bag, I took out a small vibrator, similar to a longer bullet without any wires. The camera was set up easily and switched on, ready for action.

Me: ‘For a start, just put it on your panties, don’t have to remove anything. Make it look like you’re hiding here to masturbate. I will be walking around, you just hold your pose.’

I walked down the stairs and aimed the camera at her, snapping away at the skinny built of her. Just as she told me, 1.6 meters, 42kg. A small yet beautiful package. Thankfully, the clothes fitted her well. As I roamed around her taking the photos, the awkwardness was getting to her. I knew I had to give her something to do then.

Me: ‘Actually, you can press the button on the back and use it. It will help you be less shy.’

A click sound was heard, and the buzzing started. Almost immediately, her face flushed and goosebumps were seen forming on her skin. Her head fell on the wall beside her and her hands were moving under her skirt, presumingly guiding the toy to where it felt best.

After I was done with the side angle, I stood in front of her, squatting at her knees. Her eyes remained shut and was slowly drifting into her own world – exactly the mood best for photos that would appear here. Beneath the shutter sounds were her moans, coupled with shallow breaths she took. It was a moment that would definitely advance further if I did lost control of myself.

From her initial appearance, I would never expect her to have such a photogenic kinky side that appeared so well on camera, much less guessing her wilder side. It was a subtle, wild mood that was coming from her that softened my heart.

The photoshoot moved on to me telling her to unbutton the shirt for the photos, and turning her body so she could rest her feet on the same step, all for aesthetics of the images I took. Soon, the buttons were all undone and the bare centre of her body was showing. The only thing that was left was the center of the bra, which preserved the decency of my photos.

After I got the photos I needed, I placed my camera on top of my bag and sat one step lower. With her eyes shut, I slipped my hand between her legs, one higher than the other, on different levels. I took over the vibrator and pressed it harder on her panties, where her hands fell to the sides lifelessly. Bringing the toy to the seams of her underwear, I pushed the thin material away and landed the plastic toy on her slit, before sliding it up to where her clit was.

Tucking it behind her panties, my hand went back outside and played with the lucky bullet, which was turning her on and getting her panties soaked.

Me: ‘You want to remove it so you won’t stain it?’

She opened her eyes slightly to look at me, dropping her palm on my knee.

Jacelyn (panting): ‘Is that what you tell the other girls? Cause it’s a good idea.’

She took her own panties off and I could see that nicely trimmed pussy hair, shaved to a single file leading down to her slit. Running my fingers down the short bush, my middle fingertip touched on her raw flesh and a little upward drag brought be under the tiny hood that covered that reddish pearl. Swapping to my thumb, I pushed down hard on it before rubbing it, making her moan with a shy tone in it.

Me: ‘Do you finger yourself?’

Jacelyn: ‘Yeah. I do.’

I stopped after more of her juices leaked onto my thumb, and changed to my index finger that poked into the entrance of her pussy. Taking a pause right at that spot, I let my finger did a little thrusting until she could not take it anymore. Placing her hand over mine, her index finger pushed me in and I let myself in all the way, feeling the undersides of her pussy, right below her groin. The tiny bumps jolted her up and her wide opened eyes told me how good it felt.

Smiling to her, I curved my finger upwards and started to finger her, but not before I took a minute to explore her insides. The way she arched and bent her back was so sexy, especially in a small body like hers. I went on with the slow speed before she whispered ‘go faster’. Juicy sounds were coming out from our intimate contact and driving her wild.

There was no intention of getting pleasured in return at our first meeting, so I was relatively ‘soft’ throughout my service to her. Halfway, she stopped me and pulled my hand away, reaching innocently to my groin and feeling for the hard on.

Jacelyn: ‘You’re not hard?’

Me: ‘Nope. I guess I’m weird in this sense. I didn’t expect anything from you.’

Jacelyn: ‘Come. Take it off.’

I got up and removed my shorts. It was then my dick slowly grew awake and getting semi-hard. She walked down the steps and had me sit just two steps off the ground. She sat crossed legged on the floor and stroked my dick hard, using juices from her pussy as she continued to masturbate herself. Once there was enough lubricant to start, her fingers went around my rod and began jerking up and down.

To me, it was a simple motion that required not much explanation, but her attentive eyes was locked on the underside of my dick that I could not see. She was just admiring the complex veins running along the shaft, and watch how the veins brighten themselves as she pumped upwards. For the first time in a long while, her slow and attentive handjob was really charging me up like a super soaker.

It took her a good ten minutes of continuous strokes to get me to the edge. And it was one I could calmly tell her that I am about to cum. She tightened her grip on me and jerked me for a few more times, before her hand removed itself from me.

Me: ‘You don’t want me to shoot?’

Jacelyn (whispering): ‘I want you inside me.’

She got up and went on her fours on the concrete ground, back facing me. I was surprised at her openness and even asked her if it hurt. Shaking her head without a word, I got up as well and pulled out a condom from my bag. Hmm.. to think I even had one prepared.

I rolled it on quickly and did a half-squat behind her, pointing my dick at her pussy. In just one stroke, my meat was delivered into her and I held her tiny waist firmly in my hands. Keeping her still, my groin slapped hard onto her bum, and sank my rod so deep she had to moan. Pumping with all my might, I knew I could not last long at all. Her slim hips were squeezing so hard on my dick that it was starting to hurt, but I couldn’t care less.

Jacelyn: ‘Cumming soon?’

Me: ‘Yeah. You’re so tight.’

She let me pumped her a few times before suddenly crawling forward and letting me slip out. Quickly turning around, she pointed down for me to sit and kneeled between my legs, unrolling the rubber off and replacing it with her mouth. Sucking on it, her hand stablised my rod at the base and her head pumped up and down along my shaft. That wet little tongue, gliding at the sensitive nerves under my little head.

Within half a minute, my hands had gone behind her head, resisting my mind not to hold her down. Her mouth felt the slight enlargement of my girth and her lips sealed themselves tightly. Squirting the slimy silk into her, she did not flinched a bit and just kept looking at me, trying her best to feel the end of my presents. It did took me close to a minute to calm down, and by then, her mouth was full to a point she couldn’t talk.

Slowly lifting her head up, my cum was all safe and sound until she went to the drain around the pipes, emptying her mouth clean. We cleaned ourselves up after that and packed our belongings before sitting back down, giving ourselves a little debrief.

Me: ‘Why did you let me put it in?’

Jacelyn: ‘Cause I want to know how sex feels like?’

Me: ‘Oh shit. Yeah. You told me you’re a virgin.’

Jacelyn: ‘Nevermind. No one will know anyway.’

At that point, I wasn’t sure to laugh with her or to feel sad. But I knew for a fact, that she had fun. I guess she only gets wild when she is turned on. Still wearing the school uniform, she asked if she could wear it home as she liked it a lot. Sadly, I had to reject, just so I can wash and keep it so she wouldn’t forget to bring. However, the vibrator was hers to keep, as a present before the photos went online.

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Sleepy

Before Jasmine slept that night, she had taken a pill that a friend had passed to her during the clubbing night a few days ago, claiming to make her high and horny once she popped it in. All alone in her room, she plugged her earpiece into her ears and took out the dildo from the bedside desk, planting the base into the ripped bolster cover. Slipping her underwear off under the sheets, the drowsiness was kicking in and her mind was floating already.

Without wasting any more time, her legs went around the bolster and pushed the dildo in, nudging it in inches by inches with her ankles. As the dildo pierced into the deepest spot of her pussy, bright, dazzling lights flooded her vision and everything was moving with a blur. The music in her ears had switched to a more upbeat one, and her head was nodding to the rhythm.

Turning herself over onto the bolster, she was hugging it faced down, changing to a cowgirl position. Grinding her hip slowly on the rubber dick, her singlet was getting wetter from the perspiration, feeling all hot and horny from the effects of the pill. Soon, the moans came and droplets of sweat dripped onto her pillow. Right there and then, she was hoping that it was a guy instead of her bolster under her, almost making the random contractions of her pussy unbearable.

Halfway through the hip slamming, she pushed her body up and swept her hair backwards, eyes rolled back from the pulses of pleasure shooting through her body. Bouncing harder on the toy, she was simply not getting enough to match how high she was. Gradually, her body slid down the bed and was on the floor, bolster still in front and bent in front of the bed. It was getting tiring, but still better than not able to relieve her lust.

Ripping the toy out of her bolster, she leaned against her bed and threw the damp bolster to the sides, pumping the toy into her loose vagina as she tried to squeeze down onto it. The juicy sounds coming from below was making her so crazy, to a point that if a guy appeared in her room, she would just lie flat on the bed and let him abuse.

Realising how messy her position was, she climbed back onto her sweat-soaked bed, lying on her pillow with the dildo still moving with her guidance. As though she was struggling for help, she reached into the same drawer for her ‘help’, a rabbit vibrator that used to be too huge for her. Clamping one of her pillows between her legs, she yanked the lifeless rubber out and replaced it with the battery operated toy, plunging it all the way in and clicking on the ‘ON’ button.

The mechanical swirling sounds was inaudible inside of her, but the little vibrating nub on her clit was the one holding her back. The combination of the merciless spin of the head, with the buzzing tip on her clit, she could not summon anymore strength to sink the toy any deeper.

The pillow between her legs was keeping the toy cranking inside, while her closed legs amplified the sensations of the carved surface against her vaginal walls. Covering her mouth with another pillow, the constant groans was drowned away, and the torment on her pussy was creating explosions in her head. With a toy, she knew that it would not stop, especially when orgasms came to take her energy away. It had to keep going, so to give her back the energy for more.

Oh my, you guys should see how desperate she looked with the pearly droplets rolling off her face, along with the juices that got soaked into the pillow between her legs. Her pussy was contracting violently, and her mind was hanging on the sensitivity of her clit that had gone swollen from the vibration.

As the drug wore off, her body was giving in to the weakness and the non-stop orgasms she had received. With no energy to move, the toy could not be removed, and it just kept blasting her with the same ferocity that drove her crazy. Her legs slowly relaxed, and the toy was pushed out a little at a time, stimulating different parts of her vagina as she tried to get rest.

Finally, the toy slipped out and she reached blindly for it to switch it off, dropping her hand once it was silent again in her room. Panting deeply, the dildo and rabbit were at the edge of the bed, about five inches away from the drawer she opened to put them back. Snores were heard before she could get to that, and her nipples stay erected between her arms.

Falling to a deep sleep, she only woke up in the late morning the next day, breathing with a blocked nose from the air condition that she left on the previous night. Looking at the two toys in front of her, a twitch from her pussy remembered how crazy she was last night, tempting her to give it another go again. Sadly, there was no more pills with her, but a quick inquiry to her friends brought a smile to her face.

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Awaken Before Me

As I flipped to my side in the comfortable sheets the hotel provided, the pillow sank under my head and a faint breathing sound heaved like the most gentle alarm tone. The sun had been out and on the thick curtains, creating a soothing line of light on the carpet. My vision adjusted to the dark room and the bathroom light was already turned on. Half asleep, I turned my body to where Crystal was lying and saw her knees up, and her arms across her flat tummy between her legs.

Her chin was tilted up and hands seemingly busy with indulging herself to the free flow privacy for self-pleasure. She was lying on the pillows right beside mine, and not yet noticed that I was awake. Discretely, I placed my arm over her hips and lowered it, pressing onto the back of her hand where she made way immediately for me.

My mid finger ran down her slit, lubricating with her juices, before stopping below the clit. In a backward scooping reaction, that little hood hiding her ruby crystal popped open and was at my mercy. Giving it a gentle push, the muscles in her legs almost shut themselves, but was held opened with sheer mental determination. The top most part of my finger was already stuck to that wet, slimy raw texture of her flesh, and moving in the least hurrying manner.

Her breathing went shallow, and deep, and when the orgasmic cycle reached its peak, her hand would push my fingers in, and kept it still. The climax she had was one of the most systematic ones I’ve seen, from the slight shiver of her head, to the tensed nerves in her neck, protruding collarbone, pointy nipples, rising abdomen, sinking hips, clenching pussy to finally her trembling knees and legs.

Once the height of the sensory bombardment was over, her hands relaxed and I would stop teasing her, knowing that she preferred to have a few more moments to pull herself together. After she got that one orgasm, the next would not require any asking, as I knew any girl could handle more than just one. The next cycle would be the same routine clit massage, but this time, her hand would run over my boxers, resting on the dragon that did not expect any favour in return.

That small palm would rub the thin material of the boxers onto my foreskin, hyping up the rod that was heating up to an intense, unseen pink. My fingers naturally went faster with the influx of energy from her unsuspecting reward, probably driven by the lust that her body was building up on.

This time, her legs managed to close onto my finger, and restricting my movement except going up or down. The only part on my finger that could catch onto her clit was my nail, that wasn’t too long either. So, in a C curve, my nail did the work of pushing her mind over the ledge, and the beautiful arch of her body appeared again, this time, with moans that matched the purr of a feline.

The hand on my bulge closed into a fist, wrapping her fingers around my manhood that was still looking for a chance to rest. The climax came and went like the wind, and she raised her legs to hold my wrist before turning to me.

‘You want it?’, she asked in a tone I knew was a courtesy question. I gave her a satisfied smile that stretched to my ears, before closing my eyes, going back to sleep with the image of her body, that a skateboarder would find it the most pleasing ride to go on. Kicking off on the board at her shoulders, flying through the wind down her waist to a climatic slow down up her hips, before letting himself free down her thighs to infinity.

Sex is a privilege, as it is not a simple want or need that can be attained by a single being. It is the one act I know that both parties will have to give, and take as it comes. Although it is an alternating urge, in the end, we all will walk away with something from the other party, be it physically, or emotionally.