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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!

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It had been three months since Irene Mason had sex. It ended up being the three longest months of her adult life. She’d been with her boyfriend-turned-husband, Ezekiel “Zeke” Mason, since her junior year of high school. And after they first had sex during spring break that year, they became very fond of all all things intimate, affectionate, and even lurid. Irene had surprised herself by how much she enjoyed sex. And the more she and Zeke did it, the better they got at it.

Even after nearly ten years together, they still made love regularly. They made it a point to do it once a week. But they had to stop for three whole months while Zeke worked remotely with a film crew in Europe on a movie while she remained in the United States, working an investment firm. They called and texted each other regularly. Irene even sent him a picture of her in lingerie to remind him of what waited for him when he got home.

That still didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. Even lonely nights with a vibrator weren’t cutting it anymore. Irene needed sex. She needed to make love to her husband. She needed the good stuff they did when they just tore each other’s clothes off and went at it.

Finally, on the day he got back, Irene was almost too restless to plan anything. She didn’t think she could wait that long. She didn’t even know how tired Zeke would be when he got home. But as soon as he walked in the front door, arriving at just a few minutes before midnight, he threw his arms around her as eagerly as she did him.

“God, I missed you,” Irene said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Me, too,” Zeke said.

Their lips met in a heavy kiss. Hands roamed and their tongues began to swirl. The kissing and lasted nearly a full minute as they stood there in the foyer. Then, just as Zeke began to pull Irene’s shirt up her torso, he felt her unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.

“Upstairs. Bedroom!” Irene said.

Zeke didn’t protest. He scooped his wife into his arms and carried her upstairs. Their lips stayed glued together as Zeke carried her to the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them. After laying her down on the bed, he swiftly stripped her down to her underwear, fully removing her shirt before taking off her shoes and jeans. While Irene slipped out of her bra, he messily took off his own shirt, pants, and sneakers. Now in just his underwear, He got right back on top of her, kissing her again.

The kissing, touching, and groping escalated quickly. Irene wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. They both moaned. Her hips bucked and she could feel the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.

“I can’t wait any longer!” Irene gasped.

“Me neither,” Zeke said.

Irene lifted her butt off the mattress and slid off her panties. Zeke followed her lead and yanked off his underwear. His cock stood straight up, hard and thick, as he knelt between her thighs. Irene reached down and began stroking it with one hand. She used her other hand to caress his balls.

“So warm. So soft,” Irene sighed.

“You feel so good. I love your hands,” Zeke groaned.

“You feel like you want me. Are you ready for me?” Irene asked.

“Yes!” Zeke said.

Irene pulled him closer. “Then take me. I need you!”

Zeke moved over her and guided his cock into her pussy. He entered her slowly and they both gasped at the sensations that followed. Irene bit her lip. She let her head fall back on the pillows and she moaned loudly.

“Oh god, yes!” Irene groaned.

Zeke pushed all the way into her and held himself there. His arms wrapped around her and their lips met again in a passionate kiss. Irene’s hands stroked his muscular back. As their mouths stayed locked together, Zeke slowly began to thrust. Irene let out a low, throaty moan and squeezed his cock.

“Mmm, that feels so good!” Zeke moaned.

Zeke thrust into her again, harder and faster than the first time. Then he did it again. He was soon pounding into her hard and fast, three months of lonely nights venting in a focused outburst of desire. Irene moaned and whimpered. Her body shook and she tightened her hold on him.

“Ah, yes! Don’t stop!” Irene groaned.

Heeding her cries, his pace increased. He kept thrusting into her. The pleasure grew stronger. His hips were moving so fast that they were practically a blur. Irene’s moaning became a little higher pitched. Her hands were clawing his back.

“I’m…getting close,” Zeke whispered.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Irene begged.

Zeke was going to climax soon. He wanted her to climax with him. With his hips still bucking against hers, Zeke snaked his hands down her body and pressed a finger against her clit. Irene’s eyes widened and she began to scream. He could feel her walls clenching and her body was shaking.

“Ohhh!” Irene wailed.

Zeke came right as Irene did. Her toes curled, her back arched, and she moaned in delight as his hot seed poured into her. They kissed as they came together. He was still inside her and holding her close when they both finished.

“I love you so much,” Irene whispered.

“I love you, too,” Zeke said.

“It’s so good to have you back,” she added.

“It’s so good to be back,” Zeke replied.

They kissed again and then Zeke rolled over and pulled her into his arms. Irene smiled as she lay there, her head on his chest.

“Welcome home, babe,” Irene said.

“It’s good to be home,” Zeke said, “and with you…sharing this…the good stuff.”

“Mmm…the good stuff. I missed it too!”

And with that, Irene and Zeke’s dry spell was over.

The following is a sexy short story inspired by about a couple who loved hooking up on moonless nights. Enjoy!

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Tara Linden had always had an active sex life. Since she started dating in high school, she didn’t hide her fondness for such basic acts of intimacy. Nobody would ever accuse her of being a full-blown nymphomaniac, but every man she dated came to appreciate her desires.

However, appreciating her sexual appetites weren’t the same as actually complementing them. That proved quite difficult, resulting in a number of failed relationships that started off passionate, but eventually fizzled out.

Then, she met Aaron Hargrave – the man who ultimately became her husband. He put in more effort than any past lover, seeking to meet her passion with his own. It helped that he had been just as active as her when it came to sex. But that was only part of the challenge. The real issue was finding a way to align their desires on top of satisfying them.

In doing so, she and Aaron discovered an unusual quirk to their sex lives – one she didn’t expect, but came to cherish. As it turned out, she and Aaron had the best sex when they did it in the dark.

“Another dark, moonless night,” Tara commented as she climbed into bed, wearing only black panties and a matching nighty. “Glad I’m not as tired as usual.”

Laughing to herself, she recounted how they’d discovered this quirk. When they first got together, they made love like she had with many of her past partners. They often did it in the middle of the day or with the lights on, enjoying the sights and spectacles of sex in addition to the sensations.

But then, one night the power went out. And they were basically alone in the dark with a storm raging outside. Tara still didn’t know what possessed them to make love that night. But when they did, having to navigate the act in a darkened room with nothing but their hands and their horniness to guide them, they felt a real difference.

There was just something about Aaron feeling his way around her body that made it more intimate.

And there was also something practical to it – him not having her naked body to focus on during the act.

Whatever the quirks, it made for some of the best sex they’d had to that point. They even made use of it on their honeymoon, making sure they blacked out the windows of their hotel. Since then, it became a regular part of their love life. They still enjoyed doing it with the lights on every now and then. But Tara knew their most intimate moments often came under the cover of darkness.

“Hope you’re not too tired tonight, babe,” Tara said to herself as she curled up under the covers.

She tried resting her eyes, at first. She didn’t expect to fall asleep quickly, still too restless from a long day at work. Aaron was about to turn in, as well. She’d heard him in the bathroom brushing his teeth before turning in. He’d been up late chatting with friends, planning their next camping trip later in the month. He didn’t sound tired. That was a good sign to her.

She’d only bee in bed for twenty minutes when Aaron entered the bedroom. She pretended to be asleep while he slipped out of his pants and T-shirt, leaving him in just his briefs. That was usually what he slept in. And as soon as he turned off the lights, he slipped into the bed with her.

The feeling of his warmth certainly helped her relax. And naturally, he gravitated towards her. She sensed he was somewhat tired. But when he curled up beside her, spooning her from behind, he lightly wrapped his arms around her. In doing so, Aaron’s restlessness once again showed, among other things.

Initially, he just laid with her, his arms still draped over her. But slowly, under the covers and within the darkness, he began feeling up her body. Tara offered no protest, even letting out a silent gasp of approval. Encouraged, he stealthily reached under her nighty and grasped her breast. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, he got a nice handful of her fleshy mound. His touch was more than enough to spark that initial desire.

“Mmm…you’re wearing less than usual,” her husband commented.

“It’s hot. I was feeling lazy,” Tara replied through the content purrs.

“You expect me to believe that?” he scoffed.

“Does it matter?”

“Not at all.”

Her grin widened as he continued rubbing her breasts, showing a skill and thoroughness he didn’t usually show in broad daylight. It was as though he were tracing every feature, trying to visualize her ample breasts. Doing so just happened to involve squeezing her mounds and rubbing her nipples in just the right way, rousing her desires and igniting a fresh heat between her legs.

As Tara gasped and purred under Aaron’s touch, she shed her nighty. It would just get in the way at that point. Despite the late hour, she was too alert to simply relax. She wanted more. She desired more. And if hard flesh poking her from within his briefs were any indication, Aaron shared that desire.

“Your tits feel better than usual, tonight,” he commented. “Let’s see what’s going on inside your panties.”

Aaron spoke with such deep, masculine overtones. Just hearing those words sent Tara into a frenzy, tapping into the most primal parts of her brain and body. Arousal mixed with anticipation as she felt him trace his hand down her core, softly trailing over her abdomen and navel, and eventually reaching the eager flesh between her legs.

He was careful, but direct upon slipping his hand under the thin fabric of her panties. As soon as she felt his fingers graze over the slit of her vagina, hot shivers coursed through her body. And Tara let out a light gasp to voice her approval. Encouraged, Aaron continued working his talents, slipping two finger inside her folds to feel the slick warmth within.

“So hot and wet,” he commented. “Guess you weren’t lying when you said it was hot.”

“Not…entirely,” Tara said through sharp gasps.

The touching and teasing continued. The combined stimulation of her breast and vagina hit all the right triggers, turning her burning desire into a tangible, physical want for his sex. It became more physical for Aaron as well. The continued grinding against her from behind, his pelvis rubbing right against her butt, intensified the growing hardness within his underwear. That shared want grew and grew. She could even feel it in his breathing as he rested his chin on her shoulder, more masculine sounds supplementing his every gesture.

Finally, the escalating foreplay culminated. All Tara had to do was say the word.

“Make love to me,” she said through her gasps. “I want it…so much.”

Aaron didn’t say a word, offering only a masculine grunt of affirmation. From there, he swiftly removed her panties, the darkness giving no hindrance whatsoever. His brief followed shortly after. Tara almost immediately felt the hardened tip of hie penis rub against her exposed thighs. The simple touch of their naked flesh seemed to provide the last spark, allowing instinct and passion to guide the act that followed.

Her eyes still closed, but with a beaming grin on her face, Tara got onto her back. Aaron then got on top of her, their bodies perfectly aligning themselves through the darkness. She eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, further deepening their embrace. That helped guide him the rest of the way, the tip of his member now touching her outer folds. Upon feeling it, he buried his face in her shoulder and neck – grasping her waist with both hands before carefully entering her.

“Oh God…Tara!” Aaron gasped.

Tara let out a deep, affectionate purr. The sweet, smooth penetration of his flesh sliding into her – the tight folds of her vagina stretching and embracing every inch – it was ecstasy. It was beautiful. It was their love taking the form of a real, genuine act. And once their flesh was entwined, the act manifested in that wondrous lover’s dance they knew so well.

It was slow and steady.

Yet, at the same time, it was so thorough and focused.

In the darkness of the night, there was no visual guide – no sight of one another’s naked bodies. Every movement, touch, thrust, and undulation had to be done entirely through feel and familiarity. Aaron knew her body so well. And Tara knew his – knowing where, how, and with what intensity to touch him. They each put their knowledge to good use, making love in the darkness with a harmonic grace that needed to be felt instead of seen.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Aaron…my love!” Tara moaned into the night.

“Tara…so beautiful,” he gasped.

Her smile widened. Him calling her beautiful, despite the limited visibility, just made his words more sincere. With growing passion, she raked her nails over his back, feeling around every masculine sinew as he made love to her.

Together, their bodies moved and grinded together in a sensual heat – naked skin complementing naked skin. Inside her, Tara felt his hardened flesh stimulate all the right spots. Between his touch and sentiment, he stimulated all the right areas – physically and emotionally. And through the exertion, she felt the heat inside her building up – the well of sensations escalating with each intense exertion.

The final result was a late-night orgasm that washed over her like a hot wave of pure pleasure.

“Oh God! Oohhh God! Oohhh yes!” she cooed as the feeling hit.

Her toes curled, her knees bent, and her core erupted in a wondrous release of sensations. She also made her distinct O-Face that Aaron once said looked so adorable – her biting her lower lip while her eyes fluttered liked she were drunk. She knew he was picturing it at that moment. He’d slowed his movements, feeling the extra tightness around his penis. Her orgasmic cries moans always seemed to enchant him. And while she savored the feeling, he lovingly kissed the side of her face.

“I love making you come,” he said, “even in the dead of night.”

Tara replied with another loving purr, offering more affectionate gestures to show her appreciation. However, she had no intention of thanking him with a simple kiss and a hug. The man she loved deserved better. He might not have expected her to climax as quickly as she did, but he had to expect her to return the favor.

Once again, they acted on raw instinct and intense desire. Tara, demonstrating more strength than she thought she had before turning in for the night, grasped Aaron by he shoulders and rolled him onto his back. He offered no resistance, even laughing somewhat at her sudden burst of energy. Tara laughed too, knowing she still had energy to spare.

Now on top, she skillfully straddled his waist – her pelvis still aligned with his and his still-erect penis rubbing against her moist outer folds. Even though her body was still processing the echoes of her orgasm, she eagerly guided his penis back into her flesh – her hot folds surrounding his length once more.

Their flesh once again united, she began riding him. Her eyes remained closed, but her focus never wanted. Just like he’d done with her, Tara let the feelings and sensations guide her movement. Through smooth, steady gyrations, she worked her tight folds along his hardened penis – putting some extra intensity into every motion.

She could sense through his gasps and grunts he was close. His kept his hands on her hips at first. But as he drew near, he directed them to her bouncing breasts – a clear indicator that he too was ready for his share of ecstasy.

“Oh God! Tara…I’m close! I’m really…really close!” he grunted.

“Do it, my love,” she told him. “Feel this…with me!”

She took his hands in hers and squeezed her breasts with him. A warm shiver coursed through her body again, which felt amazing even after an orgasm. It also gave her the extra push she needed to guide her love beyond the brink.

She heard it in his heavy breathing.

She felt it in the way his penis tensed inside her, ready for an overdue release.

When Aaron let out that distinctly orgasmic grasp, she steadied her hips and held him closer. She then felt that distinctly warm feeling of hot, seminal fluids filling her depths – mixing with her feminine justices within. She’d always loved that feeling – the manifestation of their sex converging inside her. It made for a uniquely intimate feeling – a physical connection to go along with the love they’d made together.

“Beautiful…” Aaron said through his orgasmic daze.

“Indeed, it is,” Tara said in agreement, smiling widely through the darkness.

They still couldn’t see each other, but they didn’t have to. Tara could feel his loving smile on her. And she was confident that he felt hers, as well.

For a moment, they lingered in their sexual union – her womanly flesh milking him for every drop of his masculine release. Once the orgasmic rush subsided, she parted from him and captured his lips in a soft kiss. Through the darkness, they found one another once more. And this simple gesture capped off a wonderous act that had emerged through the darkness.

“I love you,” Tara said as she rested her head atop his chest.

“I love you, too,” Aaron replied.

“Even when it’s dark…even when I think I’m tired…you know how to treat a woman,” she said.

“What can I say? It’s a gift and a skill.”

“Call it what you want, babe. I’m happy to share both.” “So am I.”