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“Pile Of Leaves” A Sexy Short Story (About Fall)

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote to celebrate the beginning of Fall and all the yard work that it incurs. Normally, there’s nothing sexy about that work. I hope to change that with this. Enjoy!

“I hate raking leaves,” muttered a sweaty and sore Darren Cole

“That’s that eighth time you’ve said that today. Keep it up and you’ll get a free burger,” teased Allison Drake, his fiancé and long-time lover.

“I’ll gladly exchange all the free food for the rest of my life to never rake leaves again.”

“I’d make that trade in a heartbeat if I could, but it’s October and we can’t afford a landscaping crew. This is just part of the life we have…and the one we’re trying to build.”

Darren groaned again, but stopped short of adding to the drudgery. He just gripped the rake a little harder, sweeping the last round of leaves into the sizable pile that he and Allison had made over the past four hours. It was hard, frustrating work, but his fiancé made an important point. Raking leaves was one part of an emerging life they had been forging together.

It had been five months since he’d proposed to Allison, but they had been acting like a married couple for years. Friends and family members used to joke that they were the youngest old couple they had ever seen. They’d grown up together in the same neighborhood. They’d endured puberty, high school, and multiple failed jobs. Along the way, falling in love with her just felt like a natural part of the process.

They had gone through so much together, from his father passing away to her older sister getting arrested. He and Alison could manage the obstacles. That was not an issue anymore. Building a stable life, however, seemed much more daunting.

“Building a life,” Darren mused as he packed more leaves onto the large pile, “I know it’s not supposed to be easy, but stuff like this…”

As he caught his breath and stretched his sore muscles, he turned towards Allison, who was also raking the last round of leaves from the yard. She was as dirty and sweaty as him, wearing those stained jean shorts she hated and the T-shirt with a hole in the sleeve that she refused to throw away. Even if they already acted like they were married, it still felt as though they were behind the curve.

In another six weeks, Allison was going to look her absolute best as they walked down the aisle together in a big, elaborate ceremony that his parents insisted on paying for. Darren was going to wear an overpriced tuxedo that his cousin had custom-made for him, one he claimed was worth more than the down payment he’d put down for his first car. Looking their best on their wedding was the easy part, though. It was the little things that often confounded Darren.

He and Allison had lived together for years in a small, but functional apartment. After he proposed, they agreed they needed a bigger place. They needed something stable and permanent, a place they could truly call home. It seemed so good on paper. Darren had no idea it would be so much work.

It started off easy. They didn’t have to search long for their first home together. His Aunt and Uncle had moved out of their old house earlier that year after retiring to a tropical climate. Rather than sell it to a stranger, they offered it to him and Allison at a discounted price. Having started new jobs and needing to rebuild their savings after such a big purchase, they had to build their new life in a very literal sense.

Just moving their stuff over from the apartment wasn’t enough. His Aunt and Uncle’s house was located on a big lot with lots of space, plenty of trees, and good views. It was an amazing place, especially for a couple of newlyweds, but it required a lot of upkeep. Raking leaves was just the latest in a long list of maintenance tasks that had kept them busy for the past several months. It seemed like there was no end to it.

“Do you think all this was necessary?” Darren asked as he caught his breath.

“What do you mean?” Allison asked after setting the rake aside.

“All this – the house, the yard, and all the crap that goes into it – was it really necessary for my Aunt and Uncle? I know they’ve been married 49 years, but how much of that was because they had this house and everything that came with it?”

“I doubt it was that big a factor,” she said. “I’m sure it helped. All this space and fresh air…how could it not?”

“That’s kind of my point. Did they buy this place because they needed it? Or did they buy it because they thought that was just what newlyweds did?”

“Are you questioning the basics of married life already?” Allison said with a chuckle. “Darren, we haven’t even gone on our honeymoon yet. Shouldn’t we wait a few anniversaries before we start questioning the institution?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound cynical. I guess raking all these leaves will do that to a man.”

“That, and you like to think ahead…sometimes to a fault.”

Darren laughed and shook his head. Allison knew him well. She knew his strengths and his weaknesses. While he didn’t consider planning ahead a weakness, he did see it at once of his quirks. It often annoyed his friends, but Allison didn’t mind. It might have even been part of why she fell in love with him.

As he kept dwelling on what awaited them in married life, his bride-to-be set the rake aside and took off the heavy gloves she’d been wearing. She then walked over to him and embraced him, not minding the dirt and sweat that had accumulated from hours of yardwork.

“Darren, do you know why I didn’t hesitate for a second when you asked me to marry you?” she asked him, that beaming smile of hers already easing his soreness.

“Are you going to tell me it wasn’t because paid my brother’s roommate to play our prom song?” he teased.

“Your knack for romantic gestures was just part of it,” she said. “A much bigger part was how well we work together.”

“Work? You make it sound like we share an office.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of work,” Alison said, rolling her eyes. “I’m talking about how we navigate things together. We don’t immediately default to you-do-your-thing and I-do-my-thing. We actually try to help each other, even if it’s something as simple as raking leaves.”

“Given how many leaves we just raked, I don’t think there’s anything simple about it.”

“It’s not about quality or quantity. It’s about our approach. It didn’t happen all at once, but at some point over the course of our relationship, we stopped seeing basic tasks as individual challenges. Even when we do things by ourselves, we keep each other in mind. I don’t know if that’s a byproduct of love or just something that happens to two people who have been together so long, but damn it if it doesn’t feel right.”

Allison caressed his face, running her fingers over his unshaven face. Again, the sweat didn’t bother her. If anything, it aroused her. The way she held him, her arms so affectionately draped around his neck, her love for him showed in so many ways…including the sexy ones.

At the same time, she made a keen observation that was easy to overlook for anyone who thought too much about the future. He and Alison had already gotten to a point that many married couples failed to reach. They saw works as a collaborative effort. Having known more than a few friends whose relationships failed without that effort, he quickly became more certain in both the present and the future.

“Yeah, it definitely feels right,” Darren told her, “among other things…other very sexy things.”

“You’re such a dog,” she teased.

“And you just love petting me,” he quipped.

“Which proves my point,” she added. “We’ve gotten past all the little things that usually keep a couple from making it down the aisle. We’re so good at it that the little things seem to stand out more.”

“Is that a good or a bad sign?”

“That’s just it…I don’t think it’s either. If anything, it’s an opportunity to appreciate just how lucky we are. I love you. You love me. We own a house, now. We’re getting married soon. If raking leaves is the most strenuous thing we do…hell, I’d say we’re doing a lot of things right.”

It almost made too much sense. Darren felt like berating himself for making such a big deal of it. Between fall rolling in so suddenly and having to learn the joys of yardwork once more, it was easy to forget just how lucky they were to have such a strong relationship. All the work they’d put into it made other work seem so mundane by comparison.

“You know just what to say to make me forget how much I hate yardwork,” Darren told her.

“That’s what good spouses do for each other,” Alison said playfully.

“I’ll remember that the first time I have to shovel snow from the driveway this winter.”

“So will I,” she said. “Sometimes, we need to remind ourselves why certain work is worth doing.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any less appealing.”

“Oh I don’t know. In my experience, a key benefit to sharing the work is giving it more appeal.”

“You honestly think you can make raking leaves that appealing?” Darren asked skeptically.

Almost immediately after uttering those words, his future wife cast him a mischievous grin. At that same moment, he Darren realized he did the one thing that brought out one of her most defining traits. He’d just challenged her and Alison loved nothing more than to rise to the occasion.

“Actually, I believe I can,” she said boldly.

“That wasn’t a dare,” he told her.

“Too late! I accept it.”

With energy that shouldn’t have been possible after four hours of yardwork, Alison pulled him into a kiss, complete with plenty of tongue and heavy passion. As sweaty and sore as he was, Darren eagerly kissed back. Anyone who had known the taste of Alison Drake would’ve done the same. Her love and her affection was just that powerful.

The only trait more powerful, in his experience, was her ability to captivate a man in any condition. Despite the sweat, dirt, and splinters, she eagerly pawed his upper body, conveying to him a desire that was not dispelled by the drudgery of raking leaves. In an almost fitting defiance of his hatred of fall yardwork, she led him onto the big pile of leaves they’d just created.

“Come on,” she said to him, “let’s put this big pile of leaves to good use!”

“I take it you’re not referring to composting,” Darren joked.

“No. I’m not,” Alison said in a serious, seductive tone.

Now lying together atop the messy pile, they made out like a couple of horny teenagers on prom night. She kissed him with more tongue, reaching up his shirt while hitching a leg around his waist, grinding her pelvis against his and really getting the blood flowing in all the right directions.

Darren kissed back with equal passion, slipping his hands into the back pockets of her shorts, giving her ass a firm squeeze. He knew how much she liked that, just as much as she knew how he liked to have his chest rubbed. He could already tell she was getting wet between her legs. The fact they knew each other’s bodies so intimately boded well for their honeymoon.

Every touch seemed to convey a growing desire. However, Darren hadn’t forgotten that they were still outdoors. While their back yard was fenced and the trees provided plenty of buffer, it still counted as an unusual location in which to vent their passions. That didn’t stop Alison from taking off her shirt, removing her bra in the process.

“Alison,” he gasped upon seeing her topless form, “we’re uh…still outside.”

“I know,” she said casually.

“It’s also a little chilly out. Are you sure?”

“Only if you’re willing to keep me warm,” she replied.

That sounded like both a challenge and a dare. Much like his future bride, though, Darren loved rising to the occasion. It didn’t just make for entertaining dares at parties in high school. It helped him become the dedicated lover he needed to be for Alison.

They made out some more. Darren made it a point to wrap her in his arms, hold her topless form close to him to keep her warm from the autumn gusts. He paid special attention to her nipples, which had become erect in the cold. When he gave them a slight pinch – a little kink that Alison never admitted to being a kink – she let out a purr of approval.

“Warm enough?” he asked her.

“Mmm…getting there,” Alison said playfully.

Encouraged, he stepped up his foreplay, trailing his lips over her cleavage and trailing his hands around her exposed skin. That helped keep her warm, but it also heightened his own arousal. He could already feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight.

Alison must have felt it too. Their hips grinding together probably gave it away. As they kissed, she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. Almost immediately, his cock popped free. The sudden exposure to the elements kept him from getting fully erect. However, his lover had already begun countering that by stroking it with both hands.

“Got to keep you warm too,” she said to him.

“Yeah…some parts more than others,” Darren said.

“Good thing I know how to prioritize.”

Working quickly and boldly, she maneuvered further down the leaf pile so she could give his penis more direct attention. That included shoving it between her breasts and sliding it between her fleshy mounds. That both kept him warm and helped hasten his arousal.

“Ooh!” he moaned. “You have amazing priorities, Alison.”

“Is that what we’re calling my tits, now?” Alison laughed. “I like it!”

Encouraged, she kept working his cock between her tits. Then, she leaned in and gave it a quick suck, sending shivers of bliss and desire coursing through his body. Even though the winds were brisk and the pile of leaves was cold, Darren felt a powerful heat build around him. It was hot enough to remove his flannel shirt, leaving him in the white sleeveless shirt he wore underneath. He kept that on, if only to keep the leaves from scraping his skin. It allowed him to focus entirely on the task at hand.

Alison did her part, using her breasts, lips, and tongue to get him into that special state where he didn’t just seek her intimate embrace. He needed it. She knew how to get him into that passionate mindset better than anyone. As he gazed down at her, that seductive gaze staring back at him, he let her know he was ready.

“I think we’re ready to really test this leaf pile,” she told him after giving his cock one last suckle.

“So do I,” Darren said.

With uncanny reflexes, Alison shot up to her feet briefly and removed her shorts, panties and all. He could tell even in the early twilight that she was very aroused. She needed his sex as much as he needed hers.

After tossing her clothes aside, wearing only a pair of old white sneakers, she rejoined him on the leaf pile. Like an angel in heat, she mounted him like her favorite perch, straddling his waist and aligning his rigid member with her wet entrance. Then, with one hand on the base of his shaft and the other clutching his waist, Alison plunged her hips downward and guided his manhood into her pussy.

Immediately, their combined flesh sparked a heat that no fall or winter could hope to quell.

“Ohhh Darren!” Alison moaned.

“Alison…so warm and tight,” he moaned back.

Instincts and passion quickly took over. Their flesh united, they began moving together in a burst of heated lovemaking. It began with her lightly riding his cock, working her pussy along the length of his dick. It quickly escalated, turning into another passionate embrace mixed with heated kissing.

His hands eagerly roamed her naked skin, both to feel Alison’s heavenly touch and to keep her warm from more gusts. She replied with faster movements, rocking and gyrating her hips at a fervent pace. She threw in some loving gestures, which included her clinging to his neck and raking her nails along his back. Darren didn’t care if she left marks. They were already on top of a dirty pile of leaves. They were beyond caring about aesthetics.

In between the grunts and moans that came with sex, the pile of leaves under them rustled heavily. It was not at all like making love on a bed. Parts of it gave way. There were chunks of grass and mud everywhere, smothering and staining their remaining clothes and exposed skin. Darren didn’t care, though. Being messy, reckless, and adventurous only made the experience with his future wife more powerful.

“Alison,” he said in a passionate daze, “out here…together…on a pile of leaves.”

“Yes! Out here…together!” Alison exclaimed, her tone hinting that she was already close.

She rode him harder, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them as she crossed that special threshold that separated basic pleasure from the rush of orgasm. Alison never made it too hard for him. She once joked that she learned how to get off before she learned how to make love. Again, her priorities astonished him.

“I love you…so much,” she panted in the midst of ecstasy.

“I love you too, my autumn angel.”

Darren strengthened his embrace, holding her close so that she could enjoy her orgasm. As she buried her face in his shoulder, he kicked off his pants and underwear to give himself more room to work. Once certain that Alison had gotten her fill of bliss, he took the initiative and continued their sex.

With energy he shouldn’t have had after raking leaves for four hours, he continued making love to his fiancé, rolling around the pile of leaves as if it were a playground. She moaned and laughed as he maintained their passionate rhythm, hooking her legs around his waist and clinging to his neck to keep their bodies entwined. She didn’t seem to mind the leaves poking her skin or the mud on her back. She just kept returning every loving gesture, as if to guide him to his own peak.

“I…I’m getting close,” Darren grunted.

“You’ve worked so hard, my love. You’ve earned it,” she whispered into his ear.

Determined and encouraged, Darren intensified the pace of their sex, working his body against hers for the final push. He ascended quickly to his peak, his body shuddering in anticipation. When it finally arrived, he firmly grasped his lover’s hips and let out a cry to the autumn spirits, as if to proclaim to the heavens how much he loved his future wife.

“Ohhh Alison!”

He let out a deep grunt coupled with a satisfied moan. Time and the changing of seasons stopped for a brief moment. His gaze never diverted from hers as his member throbbed inside her, his manly fluids mixing with hers in a convergence of passion. The fact that convergence took place outdoors atop a dirty leave pile made it that much more meaningful.

Now breathing heavily, sweating despite the brisk air, he rested his forehead against hers as they settled into the post-coital afterglow. They laid next to one another, soaking in that special feeling under the autumn twilight. After the drudgery of raking leaves and assorted yardwork, it felt like a fitting way to cap off their day.

“What do you say, my future husband?” Alison said playfully, now lying next to him. “Do you hate yardwork a little bit less now?”

“I won’t say I love it,” Darren said with a coy grin, “but you definitely gave it more appeal.”

“I still call that a success! It should serve us well as newlyweds.”

“It definitely will,” he said confidently. “It’ll also give us even more incentive to make a much bigger leave pile next year!”

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“Mystery Stud” A (Kinky) Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote that demonstrates how a blindfold can be a catalyst for something kinky. Enjoy!

“Are you ready for this Marilyn?” asked Connie Chambers in her ever-coy tone.

“Ready, nervous, and excited as hell!” Marilyn Raven replied, trying hard not to sound like an overly-energetic little school girl.

“I’d ask if you’re sure, but you sound so giddy I’ll just skip the part where I act like your over-bearing friend.”

“I appreciate that. Now shut up and put the damn blindfold on me.”

Marilyn – or Mari, as her friends called her – didn’t usually bark orders like that. In fact, she was the kind of girl most described as friendly and soft-spoken, but a little more uptight than most women her age. Few would’ve guessed she had such a kinky side. Even fewer knew how much she loved to exercise it. Connie was among those select few and, on top of being her best friend since grade school, she had similar kinks. She even encouraged them.

“Okay, you horny slut,” Connie said, not yet matching her excitement. “I just hope you appreciate what we’ve had to go through to set this up.”

“Just shut up and blindfold me,” Mari retorted. “I’ll appreciate when I’m less horny.”

“Fair enough,” she laughed.

Connie, standing behind her in a cramped bathroom with poor lighting, placed the blindfold over her eyes. It was brand new, having purchased it less than six hours ago from their favorite sex shop where they were on a first-name basis with the owner. It was soft and silky, the kind meant to be comfortable for hours of continued wear. It spoke the extent of Mari’s sexual tastes that she’d put so much thought into something so simple.

She wasn’t surprised, though, and neither was Connie. They had been partners in kink, as they called it. They’d been helping each other explore their sexual appetites since they discovered how much they loved sex, which had been shortly after Mari realized how good she looked on a thong. What she had planned tonight was not the craziest thing she’d ever tried, but it had the potential to be something special.

“Make sure it’s comfortable,” Mari told her. “I don’t want it coming off before all is said and done.”

“Don’t worry,” Connie assured her. “You’re talking to a certified bondage queen, remember? I know all about making sure things are snug.”

Mari snickered, trusting her friend and focusing entirely on the latest sexcapade before her. It was part of the dynamic that she and Connie had developed. While Connie was usually the first to do something daring and new, Mari prided herself on her ability to refine it. That skill was exactly what had led them to a private sex club on a Thursday night in the middle of winter.

She’d planned it out a week ago. The club, itself, wasn’t that big. It was a bondage club that had been converted from an old bar. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary night club. It was in the exclusive areas upstairs where all the magic happened. That was where the dungeons, the hot tubs, and the bungalows were located. Everything from orgies to role playing to even wedding ceremonies had been known to occur behind the blacked-out windows.

Mari had set everything up ahead of time, reserving one of the smaller bungalows on the third floor that was typically used for BDSM and role playing. It contained a large bed with bondage accessories, including whips, handcuffs, and ropes. She wasn’t yet sure how much use those tools would get. If all went well, they wouldn’t be necessary.

“I’m trusting you to do a lot more than put on a blindfold,” Mari reminded her. “Trust is kind of a big theme for this.”

“No need to remind me,” Connie said, still standing behind her. “It always is with these sorts of things.”

“What I’m about to do, though…it’s going to be a hell of a test. Trust anybody this much, let alone a total stranger, is really pushing the kinkiness factor…even for me.”

“That’s part of the appeal,” her friend reminded her, “and rest assured, I intend to make it as hot as possible.”

She spoke in that deep, sensual tone again. Mari knew that tone well. It was the same tone Connie used when she had phone sex with her boyfriend. She only ever used it when she was either in the mood or really confident.

With the blindfold secure, the most critical step was complete. Her world now pitch-black, Mari could already feel the excitement growing. However, it was only the beginning.

“Time to get this show started!” Connie said. “Ditch the clothes, but leave the underwear.”

Mari couldn’t strip fast enough, slipping out of the fancy blue dress she’d bought last weekend and kicking off her heels. That left her only in a black lace thong with a matching push-up bra. She’d chosen attire that was easy to get out of and sent the right message. She was in the mood to get fucked, but she wanted to do it her way.

“You always had great tastes in thongs,” said Connie.

“Think it’ll get the job done?” Mari teased.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Her friend, now sharing her excitement, grabbed her arm and led her out of the bathroom. Mari followed closely, already feeling the plush carpet of the bungalow on her bare feet.

“Follow me,” Connie said. “From here on you, you keep your mouth shut unless you’re having an orgasm. Understand?”

“I understand,” Mari said, expecting those to be the last words she uttered for a while.

“Good! Then, lie down the bed, hold still for a bit, and wait for the magic to happen.”

Mari did as her friend asked, unable to stop herself smiling. It felt strange, given what she was about to do. A less adventurous, more prudish woman would’ve been fearful. Mari was not like that, though. She was different. She embraced the craziness that often came with her sex life.

With Connie’s help, she laid down in the center of the bed in the corner of the bungalow. She hadn’t used the room before and that was on purpose. She wanted everything to be unfamiliar, from the location to the types of sheets it used. Just feeling the plush, silky linens on her half-naked body was enticing. That was a promising sign in her book.

“I’ll be right back with your mystery stud,” Connie whispered into her ear. “Don’t you dare take that blindfold off. Just wait and the fun will come to you.”

Mari just nodded, taking deep breaths of anticipation as she laid still on the bed. She could feel the air around her getting hotter. Either the air conditioning was poor or she was just that horny. Whatever the case, she hoped she didn’t have to wait for too long.

Everything was silent for a while. She couldn’t even hear the music and chatter going on in other rooms, which was rare for the club on a Thursday night. She’d seen plenty of people crowding the bar downstairs. There were people there. She just didn’t know which one of them would be satisfying her tonight. That, in and of itself, was thrilling.

Being blindfolded, eager, and horny, time really slowed down for a while. On top of the soft, comfortable bed, she had little with which to occupy herself. Given how horny she felt, she fought the urge to just reach into her panties and masturbate. She managed to exercise restraint, but she could only last so long.

She couldn’t have been alone for more than a few minutes, but it still felt too long. For all she knew, it was on purpose. It was Connie’s way of building up the moment. If that was her tactic, it was cruel. If it worked, though, she would forgive her.

Finally, she heard the door to the room open and close. The sound, alone, made her tense with a mix of anxiety and arousal. She already heard footsteps approaching her. Then, she heard it.

“I’m here,” said a deep, masculine voice.

Mari’s heart skipped a beat. That voice, alone, conjured an image in her mind that added to her horniness. She immediately pictured a big, strong man standing in front of the bed, his every muscle bulging with testosterone. She also pictured a big, powerful dick hanging between his legs…a dick that she longed to feel inside her.

“Wow,” the voice said. “You’re even more beautiful than Connie described. She’s a woman of her word…and I intend to deliver as well.”

Her inner thighs moistened at that promise. The heat around her only intensified as she felt a figure crawl onto the bed with him. That proved the air conditioning in the club was working fine. It also affirmed that the man wanted her.

“I’d introduce myself,” he went on, “but Connie specifically told me not to give you my name. She doesn’t even want me to use a fake name. It’s not all about what she wants, though. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Mari trembled at the sound of that strong, masculine voice. She could only muster a nod, already feeling the warmth of his body near hers. She longed for his touch, but fought the urge to just jump him on the spot. She needed to trust in him and her plan.

“In order to do that, though, I need to do things my way,” he said. “That involves you trusting me completely. Do that from and we’ll both get what we want. You have my word.”

It was the most daunting part of her fantasy, placing implicit trust in a man she didn’t know and hadn’t even seen. Everything about their kinky situation related to trust. There was an inherent danger to it, making herself so vulnerable. There was also an immense thrill to it, one that helped fuel her desire.

Once again, Mari just nodded. She didn’t even attempt to reach out and touch the figure before her. If she was going to trust someone to such an extreme, then she was going to go all out.

“Good,” the man said. “Now, raise your arms over your head. I’m going to tie them to the headboard. Don’t worry. I’ll use soft rope.”

Mari did as he requested without hesitation, having already committed to the fantasy. She raised her arms up over her head. Moments later, she felt a soft rope wrap around her right wrist. Based on how quickly the man tied the knot, he had done it before. He was no stranger to bondage. He knew what he was doing. That inspired a bit more trust, as well as more arousal.

She remained still and vulnerable as the man tied her other hand. Before she knew it, her arms were perfectly secure above her head, rendering her completely vulnerable to the mystery stud in bed with her. Her heart was already pounding in her chest. She had no idea what the man was going to do to her or whether she could handle it. That feeling – a total lack of knowing an assurance, leaving her at the mercy of a stranger – evoked in her a special kind of excitement.

“So beautiful,” the man said, “tied up, blindfolded, and submissive.”

As he said those words, he caressed her face and trailed his hands down her body. Those hands were so hard, yet so warm. They felt like the kind of hands that threw bricks around for fun and built monuments. They radiated with the same intense manliness of his voice. Naturally, when those hands passed over her hips and chest, she shuddered with arousal.

“Your skin is so smooth and soft,” he went on. “Why don’t we get you out of that undersized underwear?”

Mari just smiled and purred softly, sending a seductive message that her mystery stud received loud and clear. Showing more eagerness, he swiftly unclasped her bra and removed her panties, leaving her completely naked. The feeling of hot air over her exposed breasts and inner thighs sent shivers down her spine, albeit the best possible kind.

“Such nice breasts,” the man said, “and such hard nipples, too. This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”

Before she could break her promised silence, he grasped her breasts with both hands, giving her nipples a light pinch in the process. Mari let out a high-pitched moan, her excitement echoing throughout the room. That further encouraged the man, who trailed one hand down between her legs where the heat from her pussy had reached maximum intensity.

“So hot and wet,” he said in a humored tone. “Guess that answers my question. That’ll make this next part easier.”

The mystery stud removed his hands from her breasts and pussy, leaving her untouched for a brief moment. That moment didn’t last long, though. Before she could linger too long in her bound state, she felt something brush along her chest and torso. It wasn’t a hand or a finger, either. It was a penis. Mari knew enough about human anatomy to know what a penis felt like on her flesh.

“You feel that?” the man told her. “Do you feel how hard I am?”

No answer was necessary. She clearly felt the intricate details of his stiff, rigid member on her naked skin. She also felt the bed shift as he got on top of her and slid his dick between her breasts, using his hands to mash them together to create a tighter fit.

Mari purred at the feeling. Connie most have told her she liked tit-fucking. Given the size and shape of her breasts, she was better-equipped for it than most women. It often went a long way towards getting a man in the mood and in her current state, it gave her a sense of how endowed the man really was.

As he playfully pumped his manhood between her breasts, Mari got an intricate feel for his size, shape, and firmness. She was already imagining what it would feel like inside her. Not being able to see it or hold it in her hands, she only had her imagination…her naughty, kinky imagination.

“I want to fuck you so much, right now,” the man said intently. “Seeing you here, all naked and bound…I want it so bad.”

Her mystery stud was getting impatient, sounding like a volcano of lust ready to blow its top. Mari wanted so bad to just tell him to do her like he wanted, but she refused to break her silence. That was still part of her fantasy.

She still had other ways of communicating her need, though. To show how much she wanted it too, she gave the tip of his dick a hard lick every time it neared her lips. It was a small feeling, but one that sent a clear message.

“You want it too,” he said. “You want it as much as I do.”

Mari just gave his dick another lick and grinned. She didn’t nod or moan. She wanted to build the anticipation in her mystery stud as much as he had with her. That ended up working faster than expected because he soon removed his cock from between her breasts.

“Then, to hell with dragging it out!” the mystery stud said. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to make you come. Then, I’m going to come. It’s going to be fucking amazing!”

There was so much certainty in his words. Mari had heard that sort of thing from men before, but it always came off as overly-macho confidence. Whoever her mystery stud was, he was beyond confidence. He clearly had a kink for control, which was probably why Connie chose him. Control allowed him to be certain. With her bound, blindfolded, and silent, he could exercise that certainty.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Mari eagerly complied, already breathing heavily as she felt him re-position himself on the bed. She could feel his figure between her legs as he gripped her thighs and held them apart. He was even bigger than she’d imagined. In her mind, she pictured a hulking hunk of masculine flesh in bed with her. That mental image, along with everything else he’d done to her so far, made her crave his sex like never before.

“Here it comes,” the mystery stud told in that deep, intense tone of his.

Almost immediately, Mari felt it. In one targeted motion, the man thrust his cock into her pussy. He filled her moist depths even better than she’d imagined. Letting out a deep moan, she roughly clung to the ropes that had bound her wrists and took in the feeling.

It was so sudden, not being able to see it happen and only being able to react. She could’ve spent hours bracing for it and she still wouldn’t have been prepared. Being blindfolded and bound meant she had no clue as to how intense their sex was going to get, but that was exactly how she wanted it. She’d entrusted her mystery stud to give her everything and he went to work rewarding that trust with the kind of hot, vigorous sex that Mari so loved.

“Ohhh yeah!” the man grunted. “So tight and wet…I love it!”

His every word echoed with lust, which he directed entirely onto her. With their flesh entwined, her mystery stud began humping her with reckless abandon. He made good use of his control over her, really putting his legs and back into it, working his rigid manhood inside her tight folds. Such rigor allowed him to get in deep, stimulating those areas inside her that were so hard to reach, even with a capable lover.

The entire bed rocked and so did Mari’s world. She moaned and gasped every step of the way, letting herself get extra loud. She clung harder to the ropes restraining her wrists, as though she would fly off without them. It went beyond the basic pleasures of hot sex. It was thrilling, being bound, blindfolded, and fucked by a man she couldn’t see or control in any way. Her mystery stud was in control, dominating her like no man had.

He even demonstrated he knew how to make use of that dominance. As he maintained the intense pace of their sex, he released his grip on one of her thighs and used his thumb to rub her clitoris. The man must have paid attention to the women he dominated because that accelerated her path to orgasm. It came rushing towards her so fast, like an oncoming tidal wave that got closer with each passing second.

“Ohhh!” was all Mari could get out.

“You’re coming,” her mystery stud grunted. “I know you are. I want you to. Here…come for me!”

Whether by the extent of his control over her or sheer coincidence, Mari’s body reacted as though he had just flipped a switch. That wave of sensation hit her hard, sending her into a blissful frenzy. She curled her toes, arched her back, and let out a cry of euphoria that left her ears ringing. She was so animated with her climax that her mystery stud had to slow down the pace of their sex.

“Damn!” he said. “You’re one…kinky…woman!”

Mari just shot him a beaming smile, which encouraged him to hump faster again. Still immersed in a world of ecstasy, she embraced that kink that was now so obvious. She’d exercised plenty of fantasies before, but none had been that effective. It was good to know for future lovers.

For now, though, she focused on the mystery stud before her. Mari remained in her blissful daze as the man kept exercising his control, making a hard push for his own taste of ecstasy. He hitched her legs up over his shoulder, shifted his grip to her breasts, and worked his cock into her with more focus. Like a man on a mission, he pushed himself to achieve what he craved.

“Now…it’s my turn,” he grunted. “I’m ready! I’m going to…come!”

He put a little extra force behind his last round of thrusts. That seemed to do the trick. When he finally crossed that threshold, gave her breasts a hard squeeze and let out an extra deep grunt as he climaxed.

It must have been pretty intense for him, as well. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her pussy, radiating with the same orgasmic ecstasy she had felt. The way his muscles felt on her body, his sweat mixing with hers under his powerful grasp, just radiated with so much sensual feeling. His control over her and her submission helped compound that feeling, making for the kind of sex that was both kinky and satisfying.

“Wow,” he said. “That was…wow.”

Still dazed from her climax, Mari just focused on catching her breath while her mystery stud lingered in their intimate entanglement for a while. Eventually, he withdrew from her and released her from his grasp. He even undid the ropes, but Mari still didn’t dare remove her blindfold or reach out to embrace the man.

Even though the sex was finished, orgasms and all, the fantasy wasn’t over. To maintain the power of that fantasy, she could never know what her mystery stud looked like. It was somewhat frustrating, not knowing who just gave her such great sex. That was part of what made it meaningful, though.

“Thank you, Mari,” her mystery stud whispered into her ear. “You’re a wonderful, kinky experience…one I won’t soon forget.”

Then, in an act that seemed out of place after such an elaborate sex act, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before leaving the bungalow. It was an odd notion, a man who loved to fuck hard and dominate his lover, offering such an affectionate gesture. Mari still gladly accepted it. If nothing else, it completed the mental image of the mystery stud who’d just given her such great sex. That, more than anything, made the fantasy feel truly complete.

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“Summer’s Last Gasp” A Sexy Short Story (At The End Of Summer)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about the last days of summer. For some, it’s a bittersweet time of year. For others, it’s a necessary evolution of seasons. This story tries to capture both in a loving, sexy sort of way. Enjoy!

Summer Reya wasn’t used to warm weather going away. She’d grown up a tropical climate where a “chilly day” was anything under 60 degrees or made wearing flip-flops uncomfortable. Then, three critical events changed her life.

First, she got a scholarship to a major university up north. That was a big deal for her and her family. Neither of her parents had gone to college and she was the first of three siblings to attend. The move was supposed to be temporary. Then, the second critical event happened.

She got an internship that turned into a career. While in school, she started working for an up-and-coming biotech company. That company grew quickly and before she graduated, they offered her a full-time position, complete with benefits and a fat salary. Summer still remembered gasping in disbelief when she saw her first paycheck.

That kept her up north a little longer. Eventually, she still wanted to move back home. Then, the final – and, by every measure, the most critical – event happened. She fell in love. That effectively changed her plans for good.

“I can already feel it,” Summer said distantly as she admired the setting sun in the distance. “The extra chill in the air…the lack of humidity at this time of day…even the smell of the wind.”

“Are you telling me you can actually smell winter?” said a humored, but loving voice. “For some people, that counts as a super-power.”

“There’s nothing powerful about it. It’s just one part of my life reminding me of another…the past affecting me in the present.”

“Does it make you feel homesick?”

“It used to,” she conceded, “but then I met you.”

With a smile that could’ve warmed any climate, she turned towards the figure who had done so much to keep her warm. Unlike her, Christopher Bennet was used to the cold weather. He’d spent most of his life up north, enduring harsh winters and never using sub-zero temperatures as excuses. Bearing a thick beard, a rugged complexion, and broad muscles that he’d forged working at rock quarries, he looked like a man who could handle harsh conditions.

That was just one of the many things that had attracted her to him. She’d met Chris in college. In fact, during the first major snowstorm she’d endured, he came by and shoved the driveway of the crowded townhouse she’d shared with three other women. Seeing him brave that storm in nothing but a sweat-shirt while she wore three layers to stay warm impressed her. That one impression led to so much more.

“You don’t have to worry, Summer. You know I’ll keep you warm this winter,” Chris told her as he tightened his embrace on her.

“You always do,” she said as she ran her hands through that thick beard of his, “even though I don’t make it easy for you.”

“I don’t mind the challenge. You help keep me on my toes. I need that in my line of work.”

“A guy who works in a quarry needs a woman who works in a climate-controlled office…there’s just something so fitting about that.”

“I know. You know how to endure the heat. I know how to handle the cold. But together…we find a way.”

He smiled back at her before kissing her softly. Summer gladly returned the gesture. At the same time, a sharp gust of wind blew over them. It was the coldest gust she’d felt since March. It was as though nature itself was warning her that she was going to need her husband’s ability to keep her warm for the next several months. It was one of those warnings that she didn’t mind heeding.

Sitting in his lap, straddling his waist atop a picnic blanket, Chris imparted plenty of warmth and not just in terms of body heat. They had taken a trip to the top of an isolated hill that overlooked the small pond at the north end of their neighborhood. It was one of those places that most people didn’t know was there, which made it even more special to them. From it, they could see the sunset, the trees, and the lights from the downtown area in the distance.

She and Chris had discovered it on their third date. Since then, they’d made it a point to visit their secret hilltop, as they called it, on the last weekend of summer. It signaled the end of days where they could just lounge around in swimsuits and shorts. In the weeks to come, she would have to break out the sweaters, sweatshirts, and jackets that she never had to wear back home. It was bittersweet, but Chris made it worthwhile.

In addition, their little end-of-summer picnic had another important tradition that she was eager to get to. Based on the way Chris felt her up as he kissed her, he shared in that eagerness. Wearing only flip-flops, jean shorts, and an under-sized T-shirt – her preferred attire for hot, muggy weather – it didn’t take long before a different kind of heat consumed them.

“Speaking of finding a way,” Summer said, their lips parting while they remained in a tight embrace, “I think we’ve got one more heat wave to enjoy before I pack away my bikinis.”

“I love the way you think, Summer,” Chris said with a grin.

“It’s going to get cold tomorrow…the first of many,” she said.

“I saw the weather forecast too. I know how it works in these parts. We’re in for a long winter.”

“Which is why we should make this the hottest night of the year,” she said seductively, already trailing her fingers through his messy hair. “If it’s going to be the last one, I want to make it count!”

“And we will,” he replied, matching her seductive undertone. “That’s why before that sun sets, I’m going to make love to you in a way that’ll keep us warm until next spring!”

“Is that a promise, my love?”

“I don’t make promises, Summer. I just tell the woman I love what I’m going to do. Then, I do it!”

There was such certainty and intent in his words. Chris was not the kind of man to make bold promises that he didn’t meet. He said what he meant and meant what he said. No matter the weather, he didn’t let it change his intent, even when it came to making love to her.

Like a man on a mission, he began doing as he said he would. He kissed her passionately, his tongue quickly becoming entwined with hers in an outburst of passion. As he tasted her lips, he laid her down on the oversized picnic blanket, shoving aside the cooler and lunch bags. Summer, her arms and legs still wrapped around his imposing form, soaked up the warmth of his love. With the sun setting fast and the summer warmth already fading, there was a growing sense of urgency.

With the energy of two horny teenagers on prom night, she and Chris made out atop the picnic blanket. They kissed and touched with such intensity, his hands roaming freely up her womanly curves while hers slipped under that dirty T-shirt of his to feel those masculine sinews. With that intensity came heat and before long, clothing became a burden.

“Off!” Summer gasped as her love kissed down her neck. “Please, Chris…get these clothes off!”

Without saying a word, her husband stripped her naked on the spot. He wasn’t playful about it, either. He swiftly pulled her shirt off over her head, undid her bra with ease, and pulled her shorts down her legs, panties and all. The feeling of the cool, evening air grazing over her naked skin sent shivers throughout her body, contrasting with the heat they’d created. Those shivers didn’t last long, though.

As soon as he tossed her shorts and underwear aside, Chris shed his clothes rapidly. He didn’t even care that he threw his shirt into a patch of mud near the blanket. Nothing was going to keep him from capturing the last bit of summer heat.

“Feeling chilly?” he teased.

“A little,” Summer quipped coyly.

“I can tell,” he said, giving her hardened nipples a slight pinch. “Don’t worry. Things are about to get hot…very, very hot.”

He laid down on top of her, naked skin pressing against naked skin. He kissed down her neck as well, evoking a light gasp as intimate touch triggered intimate sensations of all kinds. Again, Summer embraced him with her arms and legs. Without the burden of clothes, her breasts pressed up against his chest, her nailed raked along his bare back, and his growing manhood rubbed up against the heat building between her inner thighs.

From there, their outdoor make-out session evolved into full-blown foreplay. Chris rubbed her breasts, squeezed her butt, and slithered his tongue around her face and lips. Summer returned the favor, running her fingers through his hair and whispering words of lurid passion into his ear.

“I want you, Chris,” she told him in her most seductive voice. “I want you inside me…that big, hard cock inside my hot, wet pussy. I want you to fill me with your sex…and your love.”

Summer felt his manhood stiffen faster. Chris had always been fond of dirty talk. She just what to say and how to say it get his blood flowing in the right direction. As he neared full arousal, he stepped up their foreplay, working his hands over her exposed flesh and allowing the weight of his body to press against her.

It was like wearing a blanket of warm, manly flesh. Even with a chill in the air, it still felt like a muggy day at the beach, especially between her legs. It was a powerful feeling, her husband making out with her in a naked heap. Something about it – being outside in the elements, feeling the shifting winds of the season, and warming one another with their passions – triggered an arousal within her hotter than any approaching winter.

“Are you ready to really heat things up?” Chris whispered, his member now fully erect and pressing against her inner thighs.

“Yes!” Summer said without hesitation. “I’m ready, Chris. Please…make me feel hot.”

Already covered in a light sweat, she braced for more heat as her lover ignited the final proverbial spark.

Shifting his grip to her thighs, he rose up slightly and positioned himself between her legs. Then, with his masculine body glowing in the light of the sunset, he entered her. Almost immediately, Summer felt a surge of hot sensations.

“Hot enough, yet?” Chris said in a husky tone.

“Ooh, yes!” she moaned.

“Good,” he said, “but I’m not convinced.”

Spoken like a dedicated worker/lover, he began making love to her at a fervent pace. He dug his knees and feet into the ground, giving himself extra leverage as he worked his hips with power and passion. In and out, his manhood slithered inside her, hot flesh embracing hot flesh. The end result was equally hot sensations that mirrored their shared desire for one last heat wave before winter.

She moaned in delight as those desires were realized. She did not mute herself in the slightest, her cries of passion echoing into the twilight. She knew how much Chris loved to hear her moan during sex. They motivated him even more, inspiring the kind of determined grunts that radiated with strength and vigor.

“Chris…ohhh Chris!” Summer exclaimed. “I feel it…so hard… so hot!”

“That’s…what I want,” he gasped in between grunts. “I want…to make you…hot.”

“You are! You make me…so hot!”

That heated proclamation took on a literal and figurative sense. She could already feel the sweat from his body mixing with hers, the results of their heated lovemaking taking a very tangible form. She could also feel an orgasm coming strong.

When it hit, there was no warning. Summer rarely had to tell her lover when she was on the brink of orgasm. She made it exceedingly obvious in other ways.

“Oohhh fuck yes!” she cried out.

In an instant, that warm feeling she and Chris had created with their love became a burning ecstasy that shot through her body like a wave on a tropical beach. For Summer, having spent much of her life on those beaches, it was extra satisfying. Beyond the raw pleasure, though, there was more to the feeling. Between the picturesque setting and the prospect of limited heat over the winter, the moment was extra meaningful.

“Yeah…I’d say that’s hot enough,” Chris said.

Had she not been immersed in pure euphoria, Summer would’ve laughed. For a brief moment, the winds, the birds, and the bugs were all temporarily muted as she soaked in the feeling. Her eyes closed, her back arched, and she squeezed her bouncing breasts, creating the kind of spectacle that always gave Chris pause, even in the midst of passion.

Even in her blissful daze, he leaned in and kissed her. His naked, sweaty body now on top of her once more, the flesh kept that passionate heat going. The air around them felt as warm and muggy as a sunny day in July. In that moment, it felt like summer again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Chris told her. “No matter how hot or cold it is…you never cease to astound me, Summer.”

“Speak for yourself, my darling,” she replied. “I swear you can make the coldest winter feel like a trip to the beach.”

“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” he teased.

“And I’m a woman who loves to nurture that talent,” she quipped, “and in case you haven’t noticed…the sun hasn’t fully set.”

“Believe me, I noticed!”

Grinning playfully, they kissed again and the lovemaking resumed. If that evening was going to be their last taste of summer heat – literally, to a large extent – then they might as well enjoy every last second of it.

Since her husband had been so dedicated to warming her body and spirit, Summer decided to return the favor. His rigid member still inside her throbbing folds, she grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him over so that she was on top of him. From there, she began riding his cock, quickly re-establishing the same vigorous rhythm he’d so passionately demonstrated with her.

“From now…until the sun disappears,” she said, “we keep making love!”

“That a…challenge?” said Chris, already panting heavily.

“No, my love…a promise!”

She sealed that promise with another kiss. He sealed it too by wrapping her in his arms again, holding their naked bodies close as they danced the lover’s dance together in the diminishing twilight.

From there, a fresh round of heat surrounded them. More hot sensations followed, supplemented by a steady progression of moans and gasps that echoed throughout the surrounding woods. There was nothing fancy or theatric about their lovemaking. It was just the kind of raw, directed passion that could shelter any lovers from the approaching cold.

If the goal was to just keep the fire going and work up more sweat, then they definitely succeeded. Guided by love and a shared desire to sustain the heat, they pushed the limits of their stamina, sexual and otherwise.

After riding his cock for a good long while, they just rolled around atop the blanket, going at it from various positions. They didn’t get too elaborate. Summer didn’t have to test any of her old gymnastic skills. There was a common theme to it, though. Every position was one that maximized body contact, ensuring naked skin rubbed against naked skin. Friction made heat. Heat made more sweat. Together, it made for hotter sex.

It led to more orgasms along the way, complete with more proclamations of ecstasy that stirred the surrounding wildlife. Summer swore the trees trembled as she and Chris rocked the area with their lovemaking. It was as though their passions were fueled by the last gasp of the summer season, the energy flowing into their naked bodies and guiding them through one last round of heat.

“Chris…my warmth…my love,” Summer gasped through the intimate daze.

“Summer…my favorite time of the year!” Chris replied with a beaming smile.

She smiled back and kissed him again, pushing her physical limits to keep the passion going. Chris stayed with her every step of the way, showing off the stamina that had made for so many hot nights. It was a testament to his dedication, doing what he had to do to keep the heat flowing and deliver to her what he promised.

Keeping that promise soon took on a greater sense of urgency. Summer could see the sun was just about to set over the horizon. The final light of the season was about to disappear. That gave them a small window with which to make that moment count. She was on the brink of another orgasm. For the final push, though, she wanted her lover to share it.

“Chris, I…I’m close again,” Summer told him.

“Me too, Summer,” Chris said through labored grunts. “I…I’m so close!”

“Please…come with me. In one more taste of summer…let’s come together.”

As she said those desperate words, he caressed her face while she clung to his neck, holding on for one last rush of summer heat. Their eyes locked, the glimmer of the sun fading fast, they pushed their bodies and souls to that special threshold. It was like the end of a journey, but one they could only finish together.

When they finally crossed that line, she and Chris let out a shared cry of ecstasy. A wave of warm, unabated pleasure consumed their sweat-covered bodies in harmonious release of passion. She threw her head back while he buried his face in her neck, the sounds of their love mixing with the gusts.

For a brief moment, time stood still. It was like the entire season of summer had stopped just to tell her and Chris goodbye. From her position, Summer could see the sun disappear over the horizon one last time. With her lover in her arms, his embrace keeping her so warm, she smiled at the fading twilight. As much as she loved the warm weather, she had no doubt she and Chris could endure any winter.

With the sun now set, she and Chris collapsed atop the blanket. Their bodies parted, but they remained in each other’s embrace, lying side-by-side and absorbing the lingering warmth of their passion. Together, they had forged a special warmth through the rhythm of love and sex. It felt like a fitting celebration for the final days of summer.

“I love you, Chris,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Summer,” he told her.

“Thank you for keeping me warm. Thank you for making every day feel like summer!”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Sharing A Hot Shower

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The following is a sexy musing on the joys and inherent sex appeal of a hot shower. More specifically, it’s about how that joy and sexiness gets enhanced when we have someone to share it with.

It’s not just a scene out of a bad porno. A hot shower shared with a lover is one of the most understated acts of intimacy. It’s not just one of those situations that’s likely to result in some impromptu lovemaking. There are larger forces at work, both of the loving kind and of the sexy kind. Enjoy!

We enter cold and dirty. We leave warm and clean.

We enter stressed and miserable. We leave relaxed and content.

A hot shower is like being reborn, cleansed and cleaned from rigors of daily life. It requires no skill to enjoy. It needs little in terms of resources. A steady source of water and heat are the only requirements. Nearly every society in every part of the world has the means and desire to enjoy it.

Beyond cleaning our bodies, it requires that we be intimate with ourselves. It demands that we know our bodies, touching and feeling every little sinew. We know the parts that need extra care. We try to be extra careful, trusting our hands and the will that guides them to all the right places.

Alone, however, a hot shower can only do so much. Like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, it’s a simple act that gets the job done. It’s only when you share that warm, rejuvenating experience that it becomes something more. Instead of one cup, there’s a whole feast of deserts we eagerly consume.

Together, we shed our clothes and our inhibitions.

Together, we enter a hot, steamy world.

Together, we cleanse one another of grime and stress.

Under torrents of hot water, we’re drawn to one another. We seek to share in its healing power. Our naked bodies are so close, able to touch without barrier or restraint. There are no forces keeping us apart and plenty of forces drawing us together. It’s a world where love and desire complement rather than conflict.

It starts off simple. We soak ourselves in water. We embrace, finally clean of the sweat incurred by a long day. Hands touch, lips meet, and body parts rub together in an intimate mesh. From simple contact, a greater desire blossoms. From that desire, passion ignites. In a steamy world, we are unbound. The heat cannot stop us. Instead, it only fuels us.

We can be as messy as we want. We can be as thorough as we want. Under steady stream of water, we exist in a perfect cycle of renewal and revitalization. We feel bolder, feeling each other up with more fervor and stirring in one another the most heated of passions.

It’s a perfect domain for a perfect venting, a harmonious blend of love and desire. Through the water and steam, our flesh longs for a more thorough cleaning. Our own hands may make us feel content. Only our lover’s hands can make us feel fulfilled.

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“Rigor And Sweat” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about people who don’t understand the value of hard work and those that do. That value has genuine sex appeal, as I hope to demonstrate. Enjoy!

“If you really want something, you need to put in the rigor and sweat.”

That was the mantra that Jennifer Rashad had heard her father, Saul Rashad, tell his many employees at least once a day. As the founder of Silver Chain Industries, one of the most successful companies of the past 30 years, he’d worked to create a culture where people toiled beyond their limits to achieve the sweeter fruits of their labor.

He’d lived by that mantra, having told her and her two older brothers, Raymond and Stefan, the story about what he went through to build his success. He’d been the dirt poor son of a single mother. Now, he was a billionaire married to a former Hollywood actress, whose voluptuous figure Jennifer inherited. He told his story with such pride to family and co-workers alike, reinforcing the value of struggling to achieve something great.

There was just one glaring problem, though. Her father’s message was only selectively applied.

“They’re here!” her brother, Raymond, cheered on a sunny day at her family’s palatial estate. “The X-180 Jet Skis are finally here!”

“A week before they’re officially on sale,” her brother, Stefan, added. “You know what that means, eh bro?”

“A Rashad family test drive?”

“Is there any other kind worth doing?”

The two young men dropped what they were doing and ran out to the private delivery truck that had just backed into the private boat house that was located on the south end of the estate’s ocean-side dock. That dock also housed the family yacht, which her father had named “Rigor.” That seemed somewhat ironic at the moment because that concept seemed empty for Raymond and Stephen.

“Wait!” yelled Michael Prater, the family’s well-paid personal trainer. “We’re barely halfway done with your workout for this morning.”

“We’ll reschedule!” Ray called out. “Some things are more important than our health!”

“Like jet skis,” Stefan said, “new, high-end jet skis!”

They didn’t even turn around to see the annoyed look on their trainer’s face as they sprinted towards the delivery truck. Still in their sweaty workout clothes, they probably weren’t going to change into bathing suits or anything before they took to the water.

Jennifer, who had been reading over emails on her laptop while lounging by the pool in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, saw Michael’s expression and didn’t blame him for his dismay. He knew as well as the rest of the estate’s staff what a “Rashad Family Test Drive” entailed. It was her brothers’ coy term for parading expensive merchandise to their fellow affluent neighbors. Whether it was boats, cars, or fancy new smartphones, Ray and Stefan took pride in showing off their latest assets to others.

That act of outright boasting wouldn’t have bothered her – or the rest of the staff, for that matter – if her brothers had actually done something to get their hands on that stuff ahead of time. Usually, the most effort they put into it involved making a few phone calls to friends and associates. They didn’t even have to leave their bedrooms to do it. That was hardly in line with their father’s mantra of rigor and sweat.

That didn’t seem to bother him, though. Up on the deck overlooking the pool, Jennifer saw her father casually walking about in the hot summer sun, chatting on his cell phone and conducting business. He just waved to Ray and Stefan as they rolled out the jet skis, not doing or saying anything to stop their behavior. She doubt it would’ve done much good.

“Another day, another bit of unearned rewards,” Jennifer said, sighing to herself. “I should be used to it by now and yet…”

She let her words trail off as she diverted her gaze from her rowdy brothers. It shouldn’t have bothered her. She, Ray, and Stefan had grown up in an affluent world, never wanting for anything or enduring real hardship. Their father, despite his laurels on toil and work ethic, made it that way.

It was blind spot, of sorts, for a man who was usually so attentive to detail. He pushed partners, employees, and co-workers so hard. Her father had once fired a tailor for putting too many buttons on a dress shirt. However, when it came to his children, he made sure they struggled as little as possible.

“You’re my family. It’s my job to take care of you,” was how her father justified it.

Jennifer understood the merit of a man caring for his family. She loved her father dearly because of it. However, it still bothered her in ways that weren’t easy to articulate.

Jennifer certainly had it easier than most, even for a young woman who had inherited her mother’s Hollywood beauty. She went to fancy prep schools as a kid. She got to pick where she wanted to go to college, not even having to fill out an application. Even after she graduated with only a B-average, she still got a high-level position in the family company, but it was one where she didn’t have to do much. In fact, she barely worked four hours a day and made more money than some of her father’s most tenured employees.

Nobody ever criticized or called her out on it. Jennifer even got the impression that the people she worked with and the staff her family employed were afraid of her. She could see in their eyes how they dreaded that one wrong word would get them fired. It created an environment where she couldn’t even attempt to experience the fruits of real rigor…for the most part.

“There’s only one way I can stomach moments like this,” Jennifer told herself as she put away her laptop. “Luckily for me, someone here needs it more than I do.”

She lightly tilted her overpriced sunglasses and cast a glance towards Michael, who kept scolding her brothers for cutting another training session short and subsequently wasting his time. He must have sensed the same need because he turned right towards her, gave her a knowing nod, and stormed back into the mansion.

“I don’t blame you, Michael. Not in the slightest,” she said. “Just be sure you take it all that frustration out on me.”

Knowing the drill as well as he did, Jennifer waited another five minutes, letting the anticipation build. It was just long enough to watch Stefan and Ray high-five each other as they loaded the fancy new jet skis into the water, the typical demeanor of two men enjoying unearned achievement. It added to the general annoyance she felt for her brothers, but it also added a sense of urgency.

“I’m going inside to shower and get dressed, Daddy,” Jennifer called out. “I’ll be ready to join out in the office in about an hour.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Have fun,” her father replied, still very engrossed in his phone call.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. She probably could’ve told her father she was heading out to rob a bank and he would have said the same thing. When he got caught up in work, even on a Saturday, it was hard to get his attention. That didn’t bother her, though. It actually worked to her advantage.

Assured her father and brothers were plenty distracted, she made her way inside the spacious estate that boasted seven bedrooms, seven bathrooms, and a five-car garage. There weren’t many parts of the estate that weren’t absurdly luxurious. There were some areas, though, that weren’t as opulent as others. They also happened to be the places most isolated and necessary for what she had in mind.

“You better be ready to pounce, Michael,” Jennifer said under her breath. “I’ll need some extra rigor this time around.”

Moving faster, she ascended the large staircase in the foyer. She then rushed towards the south end of the mansion where her room was located, complete with oversized closets and a private bathroom better than most five-star hotels. However, that was not her primary destination.

Halfway towards her room, she slowed down. She listened for any maids or cleaners that might have been working off-hours. She heard nothing. Near as she could tell, she was the only one there. The heavy silence, along with the cold air from the air conditioner, sent shivers down her spine. However, they had nothing to do with the cold.

“Just another day in a life of obscene affluence,” Jennifer said, looking around in anticipation.

Those words were the signal. What happened after that was completely beyond her control, in more ways than one.

The instant after she uttered those words, the door of a nearby linen closet burst open and Michael came storming out like a predator in waiting. With his powerful arms and lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed her from where she stood, putting his hand over her mouth in the process. Jennifer stood no chance, feeling completely powerless as he shoved her into the closest and slammed the door shut behind her.

“Rich, over-privileged bitch,” Michael said in a deep, menacing tone. “Time for some overdue rigor!”

He sounded so intense, like a man willing to work extra hard to get what he wanted. The look in his eyes made clear, even in the dim light of the cramped closet, that she had to work just as hard to keep up with him. That prospect filled Jennifer with so much dread and excitement that she couldn’t tell the feeling apart.

For a brief moment, he kept her pinned against a nearby rack of towels. He wasn’t gentle with her either, his imposing form towering over her and giving no concern for her comfort. For an over-pampered rich girl, it was an unfamiliar feeling, which was exactly why Jennifer found it so hot.

“Now,” he said, taking his hand off her mouth, “get out of those overpriced clothes.”

Panting heavily, her every vein coursing with adrenaline, Jennifer did as he demanded. With trembling hands, she pushed the straps of her tank top off her shoulders and pushed it down her waist and legs. She then undid her jean shorts and took them off too, leaving her in just her bra and panties. When she hesitated, though, Michael pushed her up against the shelf even harder, causing her more strain.

“No stalling!” he barked.

The imposing man pressed his forearm up against her neck, causing her to cough. As she stood pinned and paralyzed from the adrenaline, Michael tore off her bra with one hand. He then did the same for her panties, tearing through the expensive fabric with ease.

Now fully naked, her breasts and pussy exposed to a dominating man who’d once been marine, Jennifer trembled under his penetrating gaze. In that moment, exposed and vulnerable in the utmost, her wealth and pledge meant nothing. For once, she was at the mercy of something more powerful than her father’s influence. For reasons she could only attribute to a full-blown kink, she found it incredibly arousing.

“You pampered little whore,” Michael said, the former marine in him really showing. “You’ve got money, security, and big tits. You’ve never had to struggle for anything, have you?”

“No,” Jennifer said meekly, “I haven’t.”

“Well, that changes now,” he said, “because to get through this, you will have to struggle. Unlike your asshole brothers, you’re going to listen to me and you’re going to make a goddamn effort. Understand?”

“Yes! I understand.”

Jennifer might have said that a bit too eagerly. It showed the extent of how much her kink had intensified over the years. Michael wasn’t the first person with which she’d embraced it, but he’d proven he was most skilled at giving her what she wanted and what she wanted – what she needed for the good of her soul – was for someone to make her work for what she sought.

Michael remained stern, something her previous lovers had been reluctant to do whenever she revealed her fondness for being dominated. He then stepped back, pulling his forearm from her neck so she could breathe easier. His eyes still taking in her naked body, he gazed down on her as though she were the lowest subordinate in all of Silver Chain Industries.

“Get down on your knees,” he told her, “and suck my dick. Suck it until I shoot my load down your gullet.”

She nodded weakly, her demeanor becoming that of a lowly servant and not a spoiled daughter of a billionaire businessman. Under the poor light of the cramped linin closet, she dropped to her knees, the dirty carpet that was rarely vacuumed digging into her skin. Her hands continued to tremble as she grasped the sides of Michael’s athletic shorts and pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing a semi-hard penis.

It was hardly the first time she’d seen his generous endowment. Michael had the kind of dick that strained a woman’s jaw muscles, even those like her who’d been giving oral sex since high school. That didn’t stop her form immediately taking it into her mouth the second it came free. Jennifer knew it was a challenge, giving such a strong man oral sex. That was exactly why she got so turned on by doing it.

“That’s it! Put some effort into it, you privileged bitch,” Michael said as her lips slithered along his dick.

His demanding, crude tone motivated her even more. Jennifer knew she couldn’t half-ass it and still get the job done, as she’d been done all her life. She had to put in real effort. Her father, her money, and her name weren’t going to help her for once.

Taking that notion seriously, she approached sucking Michael’s dick with the kind of effort that had helped make her family company successful. She grabbed hold of the man’s muscular thighs, relaxed her jaw, and bobbed her head back and forth in a hard, rhythmic motion. It was strenuous, testing both her gag reflexes and her ability to bring a man to orgasm. She didn’t assume Michael would make it easy for her. She didn’t want easy.

“Yeah!” he said with a deep grunt. “Suck it hard. Use your tongue. Really work for it.”

Jennifer stepped up her efforts, sucking harder and taking more of his length with every motion. His dick had since become fully erect, really stretching her mouth in ways she wasn’t used to. She still welcomed the challenge, sucking and slurping Michael’s manhood with more effort than any overly-pampered woman would dare.

Michael made it even harder for her, grabbing the sides of her head and holding onto her head to intensify the motion. At one point, he held it still and just fucked her face, as if to let her know how hard he wanted her to suck him. It was so hard that she even gagged a few times, coughing and drooling over his cock. She still kept sucking, though, not daring to wane in her effort.

That sustained rigor, having to suck a dick so hard and meet such unreasonable demands, gave her a powerful rush that intensified her arousal. Jennifer could already feel it between her legs, her pussy getting wetter in accord with the effort. It used to worry her, the idea that being dominated so crudely made her that horny. She’d since embraced it as both a kink and an exercise in work ethic.

“I…I’m ready!” Michael grunted. “I’m gonna come…right down your throat!”

Jennifer summoned whatever energy she had to suck just a little bit harder, pushing herself beyond the limits she thought she had. She gagged a few more times, but didn’t dare lose focus. After a few messy licks, mixed in with some hard face-fucking, she did it. She got Michael to come.

“Ohhh fuck!” the former marine grunted.

As his labored moans echoed throughout the closet, Jennifer felt his cock throb as it released a thick load of manly fluid down her throat. Again, she gagged, but didn’t avoid the strain. She swallowed every last drop, even using her tongue to make sure she got it all. It was part of that extra effort she’d been taught, but never allowed to exercise. While she doubted her father thought she’d employ it through sex, there was no denying the results.

Jennifer remained still as Michael’s body shuddered from his release. She could feel the intensity of his orgasm in the way his legs tensed and his dick twitched inside her mouth. Looking up at him, seeing that look of ecstasy on his face, she saw the fruits of her vigorous labor. It rendered her even more aroused.

“That’s a good dirty girl,” Michael said breathlessly, “so spoiled, yet so determined.”

He withdrew his cock from her mouth. Jennifer gasped and coughed, saliva still dripping down the side of her face. Still looking up at him, breathless and submissive, she pleaded with her eyes for more.

“You’re so pampered, but you still want to work,” he told her, “to feel the sweat and strain of hard, heavy labor.”

“Yes,” she affirmed. “I do.”

“I believe you,” he said with a coy grin. “That’s a rare trait, even among marines. I know because I got discharged for pushing others in all the wrong ways. You, on the other hand…you want to be pushed.”

Jennifer nodded again, submissively and meekly. That fueled Michael’s own fetishes. She suspected that he became a personal trainer because he liked giving orders, having people follow them, and pushing them extra hard. She doubted he’d ever encountered someone as eager to be pushed as her.

It was enough to keep his dick semi-hard, despite his recent climax. That didn’t surprise Jennifer. One climax was rarely enough to satisfy Michael. He needed more work, which was part of why he made her so horny. She continued offering no resistance as he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back into an upright position.

“Let’s finish this somewhere more spacious,” he said to her.

“Lead the way, Michael,” Jennifer told him.

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll carry you!”

In a show of strength and dominance, Michael put those Marine Corp muscles to good use and lifted her up off the floor. He then opened the closet door, carried her out, and hitched her over the shoulder as though she were disobedient child. Jennifer pretended to struggle at first, but only ended up laughing. She could only pretend so much when she was so horny.

Still naked and at his mercy, she held on as domineering man carried her into her room and into her private bathroom. There, he slammed the door behind him, locked it, and took her to the shower in the corner. He set her down right under the spigot, making her sit on the dirty floor.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Michael said as he took off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and socks, “I’m going to fuck you…hard. It’s going to be strenuous, rigorous, and exhausting as hell. You’re going to need an extra-long shower by the time it’s over.”

“Is that a warning?” Jennifer asked, goading him with her feeble tone.

“No. It’s a guarantee!”

Looking up at him, his imposing stature casting a shadow over her, made it seem so daunting. Between the size of his muscles, the extent of his endowment, and his conditioning as a former marine who put up with her brothers, the man could ravage her in ways that few could. There would be pain along with the pleasure, discomfort along with the ecstasy.

It was exactly what she wanted, though. Jennifer Rashad, the daughter of a billionaire who only knew comfort and luxury, craved the rigor and the reward.

“Then, there’s nothing left to say,” she said, still on the cold shower floor. “I am at your mercy.”

“And if you want to get through it, you’re gonna have to endure!” he said to her.

The intensity of his tone, as well as his choice of words, heightened her arousal. Her body and mind ached for the rigor Michael promised. He had to know how much his aggressive, dominating approach turned her on. It was part of the process of making her work for it.

“Now, stand up! Face me!” Michael ordered.

Jennifer couldn’t comply fast enough. She shot up from the cold floor so that she stood in the middle of the empty shower. Just being upright proved difficult due to the intense arousal between her legs. She still managed, which was exactly the point. She knew the real rigor had only just begun.

Like a dog in heat pouncing on a mate in heat, he entered the shower stall and pinned her up against the cold marble wall, the dry surface sticking to her naked skin. He then smothered her with his hands and lips, burying his face between her breasts and raking his hands over her naked body. He was not gentle or affectionate, hungrily nibbling on her tits and roughly fondling the outer folds of her pussy.

It was a very aggressive brand of foreplay, but one with an important purpose. It helped set the tone for her while helping him get erect again. Sensations of pain and pleasure surged through her body, overwhelming her senses and sending her into a daze. Jennifer did nothing to oppose Michael’s fervent foreplay, keeping her arms down and back up against the wall. It was uncomfortable, but stimulating. To feel the pleasure, she had to endure the pain.

It began a familiar that Jennifer had come to love and it would only get more strenuous. She could already feel Michael’s dick getting harder. She could sense his burning need as well in the way he roughly fingered her pussy. He was not going to make it easy on her, nor did she want him to.

“Turn around!” Michael ordered.

Her legs weak and her pussy throbbing, Jennifer barely managed to do as he asked. She did just enough though and quickly found herself up against the wall, her still-sore tits pressing up against the dirty marble. Already panting heavily, she could only brace herself for what came next.

“Time to start fucking you,” he said. “I’d tell you to hold on, but…”

He cut himself off, not giving her another second to prepare herself. With maximum leverage from his position behind her and an ironclad hold on her hips, Michael thrust his pelvis forward and entered her. The feeling of his rigid member penetrating her womanly flesh sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, intensifying that pleasure/pain mix he’d established earlier.

Jennifer let out a deep moan, but was quickly silenced when Michael pressed her head up against the wall and began the rough, rigorous, dominating sex that she loved and craved.

“Michael,” she gasped, her voice still muffled, “so hard…so rough.”

“I’m just getting warmed up,” Michael said, whispering directly into her ear.

The former marine in him really showed. The same aggressive bravado that got him discharged earlier also did wonders for his conditioning. He fucked her hard and fast, working his hips at a rapid pace that tested her endurance on multiple levels. Sometimes, there was pain. Sometimes, there was pleasure. Dealing with one was hard enough. Dealing with both required a different kind of strain and Jennifer eagerly rose to the challenge.

Closing her eyes, her nails raking down the cold wall, she gasped and grunted in accord with the rough movements of their sex. She could only do so much to move her body with his, but had to in order to maintain that blend of pain and pleasure. The way her skin roughly stuck to the cold surface added more strain. It also helped her work up a good sweat, more so than any her brothers had gotten during their workout. That seemed to encourage Michael even more.

The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the bathroom, along with their various grunts and moans. Michael even gave her butt a few light smacks, which helped intensify the pleasure/pain mix. It was strenuous, rigorous, and overwhelming in ways a rich girl in a mansion rarely experienced. Between that intense experience and the added kink behind it, Jennifer achieved orgasm in record time.

“I…I’m…coming!” she gasped, her words muffled by the wall.

“Already?” grunted Michael, sounding humored. “You kinky…pampered…slut!”

Jennifer barely heard him as she crossed that special threshold where the pleasure vastly overshadowed the pain. In an instant, he knees buckled and her lower back arched as she absorbed her sexual release. Michael even had to slow his rapid humping due to the intense throbbing of her inner muscles.

It was so sharp and intense, hitting with a shock rather than a wave. It was a raw, chaotic kind of pleasure that ignited every nerve and sent her mind spiraling like a whirlwind. Being an attractive rich girl, Jennifer had access to all kinds of sex growing up, but few lovers dared to push her out of fear from her father’s wrath. Those brave few, like Michael, made her work for that special level of ecstasy, which made it all the more enjoyable.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Michael warned her as she lingered in her orgasmic state. “You just gave me a reason to step up my efforts!”

While Jennifer was still catching her breath, the imposing man withdrew from her briefly and pulled back from the wall. He then pushed her down to cold floor of the shower that the maid’s hadn’t cleaned in nearly a week.

“On your hands and knees,” Michael told her.

Despite her dazed state, Jennifer still managed to comply. She got on all fours, her head partially on the floor with her butt pointed up at the powerful man before her. He soon joined her on the floor, giving her butt a few hard smacks. He then guided his dick back towards her dripping-wet entrance, but instead of her pussy, he pressed the tip up against her ass.

“If that approach is too easy for you,” Michael said mischievously, “maybe this one will be more challenging.”

Without no further warning and little hesitation, he pushed his cock into her ass, penetrating her once more and sending a fresh shock through her body. Whereas the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm had dominated before, the pain of a different kind of penetration helped re-establish the balance.

“Oohhh!” Jennifer moaned. “My…my butt.”

“Take the pain, rich girl! Take it!” Michael said through labored grunts.

The former marine went to work proving his point, re-establishing the same heated sexual rhythm he’d established earlier. With both feet planted firmly on the floor, both hands firmly on her hips for leverage, he rapidly pumped his cock into her ass. Jennifer, her face still pressed against the floor while her polished nails scratched along the dirty surface, just moaned and gasped from the feeling.

It was intense in a different, but similar way from before. Jennifer didn’t do anal sex often, but when she did, it offered the greatest challenge and the greatest rewards. There was more discomfort, but there was also more ecstasy in the final payoff. It required more effort and pain tolerance. For the kind of payoff she wanted, Jennifer was willing to put in that work.

“So hard…so rough,” she grunted in between Michael’s fervent movements.

“Ohhh yeah!” Michael seethed. “I know…how much…you love it.”

More moans and grunts echoed throughout the shower. More sweat formed on her skin. Every breath became labored and every motion came with great strain. With that strain, though, came a unique rush. It went beyond any sensation of pleasure. For Jennifer, it evoked a unique feeling that went beyond work, sex, and ecstasy.

On an unwashed shower floor, naked and vulnerable where her wealth couldn’t protect her, she toiled and struggled to get what she wanted. She endured a kind of hardship that her parents hadn’t allowed. It was as revealing as it was kinky, but it also had a twisted logic to it. By straining and struggling, the feelings she achieved were more meaningful.

“Rigor…sweat…pain…and pleasure,” Jennifer said as her body rocked to Michael’s ravaging. “I want it. I…I feel it.”

Through the imposing man’s relentless movements, the pain gave way to the pleasure. The discomfort morphed into ecstasy. From those rough, vigorous movements, Jennifer achieved another orgasm.

Unlike the first one, Michael didn’t slow down. He just kept pounding into her in pursuit of his own peak. She doubted he noticed her climaxing again. All she got out was a muffled gasp as her body shuddered under the weight of intense pleasure and heavy strain. It was the ultimate manifestation of that potent mixture of pain and pleasure, creating that powerful feeling that she found so uniquely satisfying.

As the intense sensations rendered her dazed, Michael finally approached his climax as well. She could hear him seething with every movement, throwing in a swat of her butt and a quick squeeze of her breast as he approached the threshold.

“Almost…there!” he grunted. “Going to…come…soon!”

Jennifer kept enduring, even after the orgasmic rush had passed. Her world kept rocking, her body moving sharply in conjunction with each thrust. Finally, Michael tasted the fruits of his hard labor as well.

Upon steading his hips, he let out a deep, masculine moan that filled the bathroom as he released his load into her. Jennifer could feel his member throbbing intensely, his grip on her naked flesh tensing in conjunction with his release. Being a former marine, he valued such intense exertion greater than most. It made him a good personal trainer for the family, but it made him an even better lover.

“Such hard, sweaty work,” Jennifer said with a content purr.

“It’s a…a beautiful thing. Isn’t it?” Michael said, still short of breath.

“Indeed, it is.”

The job was complete. They both got what they’d worked for. Michael, now covered in sweat, withdrew his cock from her ass and rose up. She remained on the dirty floor, rolling over and sitting with her back against the wall as she caught her breath.

Looking up, she saw a very different man than the one who had been fucking her ass just a few moments ago. Beyond being short of breath and very satisfied, he was smiling. The intense aggression with which he had pursued their laborious sex had faded and rightly so. Like her, their worked hard and it paid off.

To some extent, the ecstasy they shared reflected that family motto of rigor and sweat. She doubted her father intended it to have such a kinky connotation, but there was no getting around the results.

“I’ll turn the shower on,” he told her. “Take all the time you need. I’ll duck into one of the guest rooms.”

“I’ll be okay, Michael,” she said, smiling back. “Thank you…for challenging me in just the way I needed.”

“Thank you for putting in more effort than your brothers.”

“One of us had to,” Jennifer said proudly. “At some point, though, we’ll have to let them know that our workouts involve more than just weight training.”

“Only if we leave out the part where the woman I love enjoys getting ravaged,” he added.

“Only if you don’t tell them just how much you love ravaging me,” she quipped.

“That’s going to be hard.”

“I know,” Jennifer said, “but I’m a Rashad. Whether it’s love or hard fucking, we don’t shy away from rigor and sweat!”

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“After A Long Week” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after an especially long, busy week I had recently. I think everyone has had similar weeks like that at some point in their lives. This is just me turning it into a sexy story. Enjoy!

“Man, it feels good to be home,” said a tired, but restless Kevin Crayton.

Just hearing those words out loud felt cathartic. He almost had to remind himself that it was Friday night. He wasn’t just going home to sleep for a few hours before heading back to the office. He actually had a chance to rest, relax, and actually appreciate everything he’d worked for. That shouldn’t have been such an audacious concept, but that was the kind of life Kevin had forged.

After pulling into the driveway of his modest suburban house, he took a moment to just catch his breath and gather his thoughts. He had just worked a 60-hour week that shouldn’t have been necessary. Unfortunately, his job at the marketing firm he’d been working at since college threw him several curve balls.

On Monday, two people quit out of the blue, not even handing in a two-weeks-notice. On Wednesday, one of his best analysts broke her ankle in a freak accident and had to spend the night in an emergency room. Those were just the most obvious complications that culminated in a project he had finished and turned into the director just two hours ago.

It was one of those tasks that wouldn’t have been too stressful on a typical work week. In fact, he should’ve been able to take off early and spend the afternoon with his wife, Lucy, who only worked part-time at pharmacy. It wasn’t fair to her that he’d been so busy. He’d canceled their usual date night, which really upset him because that was usually the most relaxing part of his week.

He had to make it up to Lucy. He’d promised her the day they got married that he’d make time for her, even as he pursued his career at the firm. Having been raised by a former marine, Kevin took pride in keeping his promises. He just hoped Lucy was in a forgiving mood.

“Now, I need to make it up my wife,” Kevin said with a deep sigh, “and for all I know, that’ll take all weekend.”

He wasn’t looking forward to all the apologies he owed her. They’d barely spoken in the past 36 hours while he’d been so busy at work. That didn’t make Kevin any less eager to see her. He needed a lot of things to make up for the week he had, but for now, he’d settle for his beautiful wife.

“Might as well start somewhere,” he said, shaking his head in exasperation.

Hoping to leave behind a full five days of stress, he exited his car and made his way to the front door. The sun had already set and chances were, Lucy had already eaten dinner. He’d snacked all afternoon and wasn’t even hungry. Hopefully, she had room for desert, assuming she wasn’t upset with him for working so damn hard.

Kevin began rehearsing all the ways he was going to confront her as he approached the front door. Then, just as he was about to open it, he saw a folded piece of paper taped on the doorknob. On the front was his name written in his wife’s handwriting. Curious, Kevin picked it up and opened it.

“Welcome home,” he read. “I know you’ve had a hard week. Open the door to make it better.”

Now more intrigued than curious, Kevin unlocked the front door and opened it. Immediately, he was greeted with a shocking, but appealing sight.

His wife there waiting for him, but in a distinctly kinky sort of way. There, in the middle of the narrow hallway between the stairs and the small table where he put his car keys, Lucy sat naked on the dirty wooden floor. She looked so casual, leaning back on her arms with her legs fully spread with her lady parts on full display. She acted as though it were the most normal thing in the world, a wife greeting her husband with such an overtly sexual display.

“Welcome home, babe,” Lucy greeted. “I had a feeling you’d need something like this.”

“Lucy,” Kevin said, frozen in place and at a loss for words. “I’m…not sure what’s going on here.”

“Kevin, it’s exactly what you think it is and then some. Now, are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to get in here and let me welcome you?”

His mouth hung open in shock for a good half-minute. Eventually, Kevin collected himself enough to step inside and close the door behind him, if only to keep one of the neighbors from getting an eyeful of his wife’s nude form.

Even then, he remained somewhat confused, but the more primal parts of his mind were already on alert. In seeing Lucy in all her glory, that seductive glint in her eyes that he hadn’t seen since their honeymoon, Kevin remembered that he still had a functioning penis.

He also recalled that hadn’t had sex with his wife in quite a while. In fact, they hadn’t done it in nearly two weeks. That was the longest they had gone without sex since that time they came down with the flu three years ago. After the week he’d just endured, that felt way too long.

“Lucy,” Kevin began, still struggling to form words.

“Before you begin,” she said, cutting him off, “let me just make a few things clear. It should explain why I decided to ditch dinner, candles, and clothes for the night.”

“That would be helpful,” he replied with a half-grin.

“For the record, I know how busy you were this past week. Believe it or not, I do listen when you tell me about your day. You’re not one to complain, but you do tend to wall yourself off. It’s how you keep your mood from affecting the people you care about.”

Kevin’s grin widened. On top of how good she looked naked, Lucy also reminded him how well she knew him. They’d been together for so long that he didn’t always appreciate how much she’d picked up on his quirks. Not a lot of men could make that claim about their wives. It showed just how lucky he was.

“I’m not going to lie. That does bother me to some extent,” Lucy said.

“And I’d planned on spending the weekend apologizing for that,” Kevin said.

“Save it. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’ve already accepted that harping on that is pointless. Your job is important. Sometimes, a lot of shit goes wrong. Rather than agonize over it, I say we skip to the part where we just celebrate that it’s over.”

“Celebrate…yeah,” he said.

He sounded like an immature teenager who’d never seen exposed breasts before. Lucy snickered at his demeanor and so did he. By every measure, the scene before him was crazy, like something ripped out of a bad porno. It also made a twisted bit of sense.

“So with that in mind…” Lucy said, letting her words trail off.

“Right,” Kevin said, his brain finally catching up to his hormones. “There’s a lot I want to say right now, Lucy. But I got to get the fuck out of this itchy suit.”

With renewed energy and intense urgency, Kevin shed his clothes like they were on fire. He threw off his blazer, undid his belt, and stepped out of his shoes before practically tearing off the fancy suit that he’d gotten dry cleaned less than 12 hours ago.

He didn’t care that he wrinkled his dress shirt and slacks by throwing them into the corner with his running shoes. He barely noticed that he’d kicked his expensive dress shoes across the foyer and into the living room. He needed his wife. He needed her welcoming embrace, among other things.

As soon as he was fully naked, he got down on the floor with her, paying no attention to the dirt and mud stains. He then joined his wife in the middle of the narrow hallway, crawling right between her legs and snaking his arms around her before kissing her passionately.

“God, I need you…so much,” Kevin said in between messy kisses.

“Prove it,” Lucy said, her tone rivaling that any temptress.

Knowing exactly what she meant, skipped the heated make-out session that usually initiated their sexual encounters. Instead, he went directly for the part that made his wife melt in his arms.

Keeping his lips active, he sensually kissed down her neck and over her ample cleavage. He made it a point to give her fleshy mounds an extra firm squeeze, which made her shudder in all the right ways. As much as he loved touching her breasts, though, he didn’t linger. Another part of her body beckoned.

Inch by inch, he worked his way down her torso, past her navel, and into the waiting heat of her inner thighs. He noticed that she was already pretty wet. For all he knew, she’d been waiting for him all evening, eager for his tender touch. He had no intention of making his wife wait a second longer.

“Mmm…seems like you need this too,” Kevin commented.

“Care to prove that too?” she quipped.

“Gladly!”

Like a starving man getting his first meal in days, Kevin buried his face in his love’s pussy and began eating her out. He wasn’t slow or careful like he usually was. He went in full-speed, skillfully parting her wet folds with his fingers and plunging his tongue into her womanly flesh.

That intense, feminine aura consumed him, sending him into a daze of drunken desire. That skill and effort drew a powerful reaction from Lucy as well.

“Ooh Kevin!” she squealed with delight. “Consider me…convinced.”

Falling back on her arms, his love let out moans that echoed loudly within the narrow hall. Encouraged, Kevin pushed her thighs farther apart so he could get in deeper, licking and stimulating her depths as only he could. The sounds of her blissful moans was like the sweetest music. Already, he felt the stress of the past week melting away.

“Lucy…you taste so good,” Kevin moaned, his voice muffled by her pussy.

It was once of his admitted kinks that might have been the deciding factor in Lucy accepting his marriage proposal. He loved giving oral sex to women. He loved the taste, smell, and effect of pussy. He’d loved it since his first girlfriend in high school dared him to go down on her one night. He liked to think he’d made her night. By the time he met Lucy, he’d refined his tastes, as well as his technique.

Using his tongue and fingers to full effect, Kevin stimulated all those extra-sensitive spots he’d come to know by heart. It led to louder moans, the likes of which filled the first level of their house. Lucy was a direct, straightforward person by nature. She made clear to everyone what she wanted, what she liked, and how she wanted things done. That extended to sex and he was all too eager to oblige.

“Kevin, I…I’m getting so hot.” his love moaned.

“Good,” he told her, “because I’m going to need more than this.”

Lucy couldn’t see it from her position, but Kevin already had a full-fledged boner urging him on. Whether it was a product of pent up sexual energy or the act of gorging on his wife’s pussy, he was very aroused and in need of his wife’s sex.

After giving her folds one last tender lick, Kevin rose up from the floor and got on top of her. He ended up pinning her right on the floor, the dirty wood pressing up against her naked flesh. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She kept her legs fully spread, took him in her arms, and pulled him on top of her so that her ample breasts pressed up against his chest.

“Kevin…take me,” Lucy told him. “Give me what you need…what we both need.”

Her words echoed with the same desperation he felt in every fiber of his being. It was no longer about having overdue sex with his wife. It was about fulfilling an unmet need for both of them.

Driven and determined like never before, Kevin grabbed hold of her thighs and guided his erect dick into her waiting vagina. The feeling of their flesh melding, his hard masculine flesh entering her moist womanly depths, was intoxicating – a once cold void filled with a powerful new heat. It sent him deeper into his daze and Lucy gladly followed.

“Feeling better yet, love?” she purred.

“Ohhh Lucy!” was all Kevin got out.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She laughed and playfully kissed him, trailing her lips down his face and neck. That encouraged Kevin even more. Lucy had never been a slow and steady kind of girl when it came to sex. She liked it rough. They both did. It was the most potent manifestation of their love for one another.

He made it a point to be extra potent, working his hips and pumping his member inside her tight flesh with great vigor. Their naked bodies rocked and writhed on the floor within the narrow hallway. Kevin couldn’t recall how long it had been since they mopped the area. If it hadn’t been dirty before, they were certainly making it dirty, the sweat and crime of their bodies mixing in a growing pool of passion.

The added effort paid off sooner than expected. After a good dose of hard, focused humping, Lucy’s moans got louder. The writhing and movements of her body intensified. She was already on the brink of orgasm. He knew the signs and Lucy was rarely subtle about it.

“Harder, Kevin! Do it harder! I’m going to…come!” she moaned.

Kevin adjusted his body slightly, rising up so that he could hump her at a different angle. He intensified the pace, watching as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her sweaty flesh grinding against the floor. It was such a beautiful, erotic sight…one that became a noisy spectacle as he sent her over the edge.

“Oohhh Kevin!” she cried out.

The hallways did little to contain the sounds of such ecstasy. He watched in awe as Lucy arched her lower back, closed her eyes, and grasped her breasts as she climaxed right there on the dirty floor. He even slowed his movements so that he could enjoy every second of it.

That might have been the quickest he’d ever brought his wife to orgasm and for someone who claimed she could get herself off with an electric toothbrush, that was saying something. While it was relatively easy to make Lucy come, leaving her satisfied was more challenging. He was more than up to the task, though.

“You really did need that,” Kevin teased, still panting heavily from their sex.

“Yeah…no need to prove it this time,” she said.

“Still…couldn’t hurt to be sure,” he said coyly.

In another show of his burning needs, he withdrew his cock from her still-throbbing vagina, shifted his grip to her waist, and turned her over so that she was on all fours. Still clearly drunk on orgasmic bliss, Lucy did not resist in the slightest. She even shook her heart-shaped ass a bit, as if he needed more tempting at that point.

“Go on,” she said. “Be as sure as you want!”

“I intend to do nothing less!” Kevin told her.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he positioned himself behind her, propped on one knee with his right foot planted firmly on the floor. He then grabbed hold of his wife’s wonderfully round butt, guided his still-rigid cock to her outer folds, and thrust it back into her. From here, he resumed their sex, now with more leverage and even more motivation to fulfill his own needs.

Again, he pumped his cock within her tight folds. It was intense, vigorous, and focused. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt echoed through the hall, the feeling of the floor sticking to their sweaty flesh. Lucy even supplemented his movements, bucking her hips so that their bodies moved in a harmonious symphony of sincere love and pent-up lust.

Need mixed with desire and desire became pleasure…intense, overwhelming pleasure that escalated rapidly. Kevin usually preferred drawing out sex with Lucy. He liked to savor it as much as possible. For the sake of completing an overdue feeling, he made an exception and pushed towards his waiting peak.

“Lucy…I’m close…so close! I need it…so bad!” he said through increasingly labored grunts.

“Do it, my love,” Lucy told him. “Come…meet your need with me.”

He did it harder, working closer and closer to his goal. Lucy did her part too, rising up and guiding his hands to her breasts, allowing him to squeeze them for that final drive into ecstasy. It did the trick. He got what he needed.

“Ohhh Lucy!” he gasped, mirroring the words and passion she’d voiced earlier.

Like a warm wave washing over an arid desert, a surge of bliss erupted from within. His dick throbbed, his face contorted, and his muscles tensed in accord with his release. His manly fluid mixed with her feminine juices in a pool of shared passion, a literal manifestation of the lust and love they had expressed in a narrow hallway of all places.

As he soaked in that feeling, he captured Lucy’s lips in another kiss. Eventually, their naked bodies parted and they found themselves sitting with their backs against the wall – still naked, yet very relaxed.

It was beautiful, pleasurable, and exhilarating. After a week of work, stress, and pressure, it was the perfect counter. Kevin went from frustrating restlessness to utter contentment in record time. It was all thanks to having such an amazing wife, one who knew how to fulfill a need and be extra sexy in the process.

“What a way to end a long week,” Kevin said with a beaming smile.

“Amen to that!” said Lucy.

“Work sucks, but when you’ve got someone you love to come home to…someone who doesn’t mind being naked as soon as the door opens.”

“Don’t say it’s worth it. Work shouldn’t be the only reason why you come home to make love to your wife.”

“It’s not,” he said as he affectionately embraced her. “I was going to say it reminds you that no matter how hectic the rest of life gets, you can still get so much with the simplest, sexiest basics.”

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“Labor Day Loving” A Sexy Short Story (About Labor Day)

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First off, Happy Labor Day! Some celebrate by having cookouts and parties with friend and family. I love those as much as the next guy, but some people seek to celebrate by telling sexy short stories. I’m one of those people. The following is a sexy short story about Labor Day that I wrote in anticipation of this holiday. Enjoy!

At last, Labor Day had arrived. For most people, it was just another day that extended the weekend by 24 hours. For Jessica and Ryan Valina, though, it was a reprieve they hadn’t enjoyed since New Years. For once, they didn’t have to wake up at five in the morning just to beat the traffic. They could actually sleep in on a Monday and catch up on some badly-needed rest.

That had been their plan for the past six weeks. Unfortunately, it had not gone as well as they’d hoped.

“Ryan,” said Jessica restlessly.

“Yes, Jessica?” her husband replied.

“Are you as wide awake as me, right now?”

“That depends,” Ryan said. “Are your eyelids fighting to stay open?”

“They have been for the past half-hour…at least,” she groaned.

“Then yeah, I’d say I am that awake.”

Ryan sounded every bit as frustrated as she was. She’d been lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to will herself back to sleep. It was no use. Looking over towards her husband, who was on his side facing away from her, she saw someone who needed that extra sleep every bit as much as her.

It just wasn’t happening, though. Their minds and bodies would not cooperate.

“What times is it?” Ryan asked her.

“A quarter till five,” she told him.

“You’re kidding,” he said, rolling onto his back.

“I wish I was. Guess we blacked out the windows for nothing.”

“You still turned the alarm off, right?”

“Of course I did,” Jessica said, not hiding her frustration. “I also turned off our phones, turned up the air conditioner, and told the neighbors not to come over unless the house was on fire.”

“Since I don’t smell smoke, I guess that was for nothing too,” said Ryan.

“How is that even possible? We stayed up late last night, had an extra glass of wine, and binged-watched a bunch of crap on our DVR that had piled up over the past few months. We made a concerted effort to sleep in this morning!”

“And yet…here we are,” he said distantly.

It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so frustrating. It was their first day off in ages and they couldn’t even enjoy it. They had conditioned themselves too well to wake up early on Mondays. It didn’t seem fair.

Then again, fairness had been in short supply since she and Ryan got married. Being college sweethearts, they spent several years enjoying the flexibility of campus life. They could stack all their classes in the afternoon, giving them time to sleep in every morning and hook up whenever the mood struck them. Then, they graduated and got jobs. That was when things got much less flexible.

Ryan was a computer engineer at a software company and she was a business analyst at an investment firm. Both were entry level jobs that had them working at the lowest rungs of the pecking order, which meant they were the ones that had to work longer, harder, and for less money than their experienced supervisors. Between that and their student loan debts, the ability to sleep in on a weekday or even a weekend became a luxury.

Everything became so regimented, revolving around going to work, paying the rent, and helping each other stay on track. They couldn’t just go to the movies on a whim, make love in the middle of the afternoon, or take a daytrip to the city. Beyond dedicating so much money to bills and debts, they just didn’t have the time or energy.

That was supposed to change. Labor Day was supposed to be the first day in a long while when they didn’t have to put in overtime or obsess over work. They could just relax, rest, and recuperate. Jessica made it very clear how she wanted to spend the holiday. Ryan had never agreed to anything so quickly before. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but forces beyond their control kept working against them.

“This isn’t fair,” Jessica said, breaking the silence.

“Tell me about it,” Ryan said with a sigh.

“We bust our asses all year at work – going in on holidays, staying late on Fridays, and even losing our vacation days – just to get our careers going. We try to do everything right, totally changing our priorities after fooling around at college for several years.”

“I miss those days so much. Then again, maybe this is our punishment for having so much fun back then.”

“That makes it even more unfair,” she groaned. “It’s not like we did drugs in dirty alleys and crashed cars on the highway. We got married, for crying out loud! We graduated on time with useful degrees…way more useful than that stupid art history degree my older brother got.”

“It can’t have been that stupid,” Ryan said. “He got that nice job at that movie studio and he takes Fridays off half the time.”

“Don’t make me even more restless, Ryan. This is serious. I needed this. We both did. You remember what Dr. Lanner said back in July. We need to get more sleep. We need to reduce our stress levels.”

“I remember what he said. I also remember him saying it would take more than a few long weekends.”

“I know, damn it! We had to start somewhere, right? I wanted it to be today. Hell, it’s Labor Day. It should be today.”

Jessica tensed up under the covers. Ryan rolled onto his side again and lightly embraced her, which helped calm her down a bit. She took a moment to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Getting worked up about not being able to sleep in wasn’t healthy. It could only make things worse and she didn’t need that. Neither she nor her husband could afford more stress.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she lightly embraced her husband. “I’m getting way too uptight, especially for a holiday.”

“Like you said, it’s Labor Day,” Ryan told her. “It’s not exactly the biggest holiday of the year.”

“I know. It’s just…you and I have worked so hard for so little reward lately. We knew after four years of college and a fancy wedding at the beach that we’d have to buckle down and focus on building our lives together. But what good is that life if we don’t take time to enjoy it?”

“Not much of a life, that’s for sure,” he said.

“I’ve been tired for weeks,” she went on, “wanting nothing more than to just lie in bed with my husband, sleep past sunrise for once, and enjoy a stress-free holiday. Why does that have to be so hard?”

“I don’t know,” said Ryan. “I wish it weren’t, but I guess all that work has really gotten to us. We’ve pushed ourselves so hard that our lives are built around working and recovering from work.”

When he put it like that, it seemed pathetic. Jessica turned back towards her husband, his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. In the reflection of his eyes, she saw a beleaguered young woman who’d forgotten what it was like to relax and have fun. She also saw in Ryan a man who wanted to rest, but didn’t know how. It was like they had trapped themselves in a cycle of work and exhaustion.

That condition was untenable. Jessica refused to let that be her and Ryan’s life moving forward. She married him in hope of forging a better future with him. She wasn’t going to let work undermine that future.

“We can’t let it get that bad,” Jessica said, rolling onto her side so that she faced him. “That can’t be how we spend our first Labor Day together.”

“It might be a little late to salvage it,” Ryan said with a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to make up for it next year.”

“No! That’ll just set a precedent for every other holiday. If we’re going to actually enjoy married life together, we need to do it now.”

“I’m all for that, but how are we supposed to do that when we can’t even sleep in on Labor Day?”

He made it seem like an intractable problem. Jessica didn’t believe in intractable problems. When faced with a complication, she didn’t try to go around it. She tried to go through it. That was part of what helped her and Ryan come together in the first place. She needed to be that bold once more, if only to set an example for how she and her husband spent Labor Day together.

Still facing her husband, Jessica decided to act on a whim.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I have an idea…one I’m not going to think through.”

Before Ryan could respond, she grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled on top of him, pinning him flat on his back in the process. Then, now straddling his waist with just his boxers and her panties to separate them, she rose into an upright position and slid off the white T-shirt she’d worn to bed. Since she never wore a bra to bed, it rendered her topless, her breasts fully exposed to him in the dim lighting of their bedroom.

“Whoa,” Ryan said, already looking more alert. “I’m liking this idea, but…”

Jessica silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.

“Please, Ryan…don’t think this through, either,” she told him. “The way I see it…if we’ve forgotten how to sleep in on a holiday, then we might as well do something we still know how to do.”

“Make love before sunrise?” he said, his demeanor perking up in more ways than one.

“Not quite,” Jessica retorted. “Making love takes energy, focus, and passion. Fucking just requires energy…the kind we have too much of at the moment.”

Ryan still looked confused, which was understandable for anyone feeling restless on a Monday morning. Jessica made it a point to clear things up before either of them could second-guess the moment.

Following her lurid whim, she kissed her husband on the lips while allowing her breasts to press against his chest. It wasn’t the kind of gentle, loving kiss she usually reserved for dates and romantic moments either. It was the same kiss she’d have given a cute guy a nightclub after a few too many shots of tequila.

Her husband remained shocked for a moment, but it quickly wore off as baser instincts took over. He began kissing back, his hands finding their way to her waist in the process. As their lips touched, Jessica lightly rubbed her pelvis up against his, which helped get his blood flowing in the right direction. As soon as she sensed arousal, she abruptly ended the kiss and acted on another impulse.

“Lift up your hips,” Jessica told him.

Ryan did as she said without question, his confusion giving way to a lustful daze. She took that as a promising sign. That meant they were on the same page.

Upon complying with her request, she made quick work of his boxers. That had been all he wore to bed the previous night, rendering him fully naked after she tossed them aside. Even in the darkness of the early morning, she could make out his manly stature. It got her juices flowing in the right direction as well, which would help make the next part of her idea even easier.

Rising up slightly as well, she slid off her panties, leaving her fully nude as well. She then straddled his waist and leaned over, giving him a perfect view of her face and her cleavage. It ensure she had his full attention, among other thing.

“I’m going to suck your dick now,” Jessica told him. “I’m going to get it nice and hard. At the same time, I want you to eat my pussy out.”

“And get it nice and wet?” he asked, quickly filling in the blanks.

“That part was implied,” she affirmed. “After that, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Are you going to do that nice and hard, too?” Ryan added.

“You got a better way venting excess energy this early in the morning?”

“No. I don’t,” he said with a coy grin.

He was already getting into the spirit of Labor Day, it seemed. The restlessness gave way to a shared desire to see her crazy idea through. She still had no idea whether it would work, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

Licking her lips and following that same Labor Day spirit, she shifted her body so that they were in a perfect 69 position. Her pussy hovered right over his face while his dick was right in front of hers. The energy and restlessness that kept them awake now had an outlet. In the interest of doing something with that energy, they went to work releasing it.

“Mmm…holiday pussy,” Ryan said before burying his face in her inner thighs.

“Ooh! Some holiday,” Jessica replied with a purr.

He’d gotten ahead of her, wasting no time in using his fingers to spread her folds so that he could probe her inner depths with his tongue. The subtle shivers of pleasure that followed helped motivate her even more, taking her husband’s dick in both hands and devouring it with her lips.

The shared act of early-morning lust effectively silenced them. With newfound purpose, they gave each other the kind of oral sex they hadn’t enjoyed since their anniversary college. Jessica wasn’t as careful or tedious as usual, opting for a more direct approach. She squeezed the base and stroked the shaft, sucking and licking up along his length. The goal wasn’t to create some elaborately erotic act. She was just looking to get him hard for sex.

It worked quicker than she’d expected. She felt her husband’s member swell rapidly within her mouth. At the same time, she felt his tongue slither in and around her pussy, stimulating all the sensitive areas that got her extra moist. It shouldn’t have been possible to get that horny so early in the morning, even on a holiday. It showed just how restless they were and how much they needed it.

“Wow! So hard so soon?” said Jessica, his throbbing erection in both hands.

“Morning wood,” he teased after giving her pussy one last lick. “For once, it’s good for something.”

Jessica snickered at her husband’s comment. Already, she felt the tension and restlessness subside. Instead of lamenting on her inability to sleep in on a holiday, she was just horny now. That effectively streamlined her plan.

“I take it that means you’re ready,” she said.

“As ready as any man can be at this hour,” he replied.

“That should be enough.”

Giving the tip of his cock one last lick, Jessica rose up and shifted her body again. Just as before, she straddled his waist, her knees planted firmly at his side with her pelvis aligned with her husband’s cock. He kept his hands on her hips, gazing up at her with focused desire.

“Time to start fucking,” she said to him. “No setup…no teasing…just sex.”

“I can do that,” Ryan said intently.

“All that lingering energy from long days and short weekends…channel it into fucking me. Just let it all out!”

“In other words, fuck until we’re tired again?”

Jessica laughed and gave her husband a kiss. It was remarkable how well they could coordinate when they had a share goal, be it building a life together or having some Labor Day sex.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” she affirmed.

“That’s a plan I can get behind,” Ryan said.

Without another word, Jessica reached behind her back, grabbed the base of her lover’s cock, and guided it into her vagina. A flood of sharp sensations followed as his flesh penetrated hers, her moist folds surrounding his manly flesh in a melding of their bodies. That warm, intimate feeling unleashed the pent up energy that had kept them awake, among other things.

Shifting her grip to his waist, Jessica rode her husband’s cock in a perfect cowgirl position, gyrating her hips in succession of steady movements. Together, they gasped and moaned as the tight folds of her pussy slithered along the length of Ryan’s cock, triggering a steady stream of blissful feelings. If she had any lingering tension before, she sure didn’t have it now.

“Ryan…oohhh Ryan,” she gasped in between movements.

“Ohhh Jessica,” he moaned.

She narrowed her gaze on his, conveying to him the love that had gotten them so far. He did the same, flashing her that affectionate glint that she only ever saw in their most intimate moments. Feeling up her waist as she rode him, he fondled her breasts as they bounced to the rhythm. It added an extra bit of sensation to their sex, as well as motivation to keep venting the energy.

It had been a while since she and Ryan had just fucked like rabbits. There was once a time when they just randomly jumped each other’s bone in between the nights they set aside for romantic lovemaking. They still made love fairly regularly, but those moments where they just went at it had pretty much vanished since they started working. Everything became a routine with very little margin for error, even in matters of sex.

There was nothing routine about what she felt at the moment, though. There was no schedule or plan, romantic or otherwise. She and Ryan were just fucking, relishing in the raw, basic pleasures that often got lost in between work. She must have needed it more than him because she could already feel an orgasm coming on.

“Ryan, I…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come!” she panted, already winded from her rhythmic motions.

“Come, Jessica,” he urged her. “Come…as much as you need to.”

That deep, determined tone in his voice – the same tone that made him such a hard worker, no less – helped send her over the edge. When the feeling hit, there was nothing fancy about it. It was just a nice, powerful orgasm.

She dug her nails into his torso, closed her eyes, and arched her lower back as the ripples of pleasure surged through her. Ryan tightened his hold on her breasts, supplementing the feeling as she soaked in the feeling. It rendered her dazed, her body and mind settling into that special state where stress and worry just melted away. It was the perfect antidote for restlessness.

“Tired yet, Jess?” Ryan said with a half-grin.

“Getting there,” she replied, still short of breath.

“Good! I’ll get you the rest of the way.”

Showing a similar resolve to the one she’d just demonstrated, Ryan rose up and wrapped her in his powerful arms. He then kissed her, laid her back down on the bed, and got on top of her. Their flesh never parted, his throbbing manhood still deep in her pussy. That morning wood of his was even harder than she’d expected.

Still in her daze, Jessica kept embracing her husband, clinging to his manly flesh as he began fucking her with the same brand of raw energy that she’d so effectively tapped. Ryan was a bit less measured in his movements, though, establishing a harder, faster rhythm than before. It was not the mark of the marathon lovemaking they’d enjoyed before. It was a sprint towards more ecstasy.

“Ooh yeah! Hard and fast…just like that!” Jessica moaned. “Do it, Ryan! Wear yourself out fucking me!”

Her husband responded with a deep grunt before kissing down her neck and intensifying his movement. Back and forth, in and out, his upper body grinded against hers with each motion. He really dug his knees and feet into the bed, working his cock inside her still-throbbing pussy. Wave after wave of intense, chaotic sensations followed, coupled with equally chaotic gestures. It rocked the bed hard, as if to reflect just how much energy they had to vent.

In her daze, it was hard to keep up. As she and Ryan moved together in the intimate heat, their naked bodies shifted under the covers through a succession of positions. At one point, she had both her legs hitched over his shoulder as he humped her. At another, she was on her side while Ryan fucked her at an angle. Somewhere along the line, she climaxed again. She might have even climaxed a few more times after that. It was hard to tell, but Jessica couldn’t care less.

It all just came gushing out through their sex. Hands, fingers, and lips ran wildly every step of the way, his manly sinews remaining entwined with her feminine curves. There was no pattern or system to it. There was just two people fucking on Labor Day morning, blowing off the steam that they’d built up over the course of such a busy year. It was overdue and it felt so damn good.

The pace only started to slow after Ryan, winded from so much intimate exertion, neared his climax. Jessica was on her side and he was spooning her from behind, pumping his dick into her while fondling her breasts. She sensed he was close. She also sensed he was almost spent, which was just what she’d hoped.

“Jessica…I’m close,” he grunted, in between increasingly desperate thrusts.

“I’m ready,” Jessica replied, her voice still dazed. “Just let it all out…and then some.”

She placed her hand atop his, entwining their fingers as if to guide him the rest of the way. The last round of movements was pretty labored, requiring an extra push to get to that special place where no further energy was necessary. Finally, after a few more passionate movements, it happened.

There was no spectacle to it. Ryan just let out a deep, euphoric grunt as he climaxed. Jessica, still clutching her lover’s hand, moaned with him as she felt a thick stream of his manly fluid shoot into her. That intimate warmth, their sensual juices mixing together, felt like their excess energy taking a tangible form. Releasing it was both cathartic and pleasurable.

“Happy Labor Day, my love,” Jessica told him.

“Same to you…my love,” he said breathlessly.

When the feeling had passed, the afterglow subsuming the euphoria, Ryan withdrew from her and rolled onto his back again. Jessica rolled over as well and curled up next to him, his arm still draped around her. Every muscle in her body had relaxed. Every fiber still burned from their lustful outburst. She could barely move her limbs, let alone keep her eyes opened.

“It’s official,” Ryan said, exhaustion and contentment echoing in every word. “I’m tired again.”

“Me too,” Jessica said with a light grin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. And for the record…I’d like to make this our new Labor Day tradition.”

It was too late. Ryan had already fallen asleep. Smiling to herself, Jessica closed her eyes and followed him, finally slipping into that deep, relaxed state that once seemed so elusive. For a holiday like Labor Day, it felt fitting.

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“A Sexy Science Experiment” A Sexy Short Story (About A Bionic Penis)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after seeing a number of stories about men with bionic penises. Yes, by the way, this story includes a bionic penis. Enjoy!

It was another cold, dreary night on the outskirts of Centerfield University. For most people, it was a perfect excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the touch, and binge watch whatever shows made them forget how cold they were. For Kelly “Roxy” Rindle, those nights had a different meaning. They usually meant she was going to be busy.

“Another storm, another city full of lonely men,” Kelly sighed as she entered a hotel less than an hour after sunset. “I need to start charging a higher premium.”

Making her way through a mostly-empty lobby, not even making eye-contact with the receptionist at the desk, she slipped into the nearest bathroom to fix her appearance. Wearing a heavy coat that covered a low-hanging halter top and skin-tight black pants, Kelly took a moment to recover from the blistering cold. She also had to re-apply her makeup, brush her hair, and apply her lip balm. As an independent escort, she had a brand to maintain.

“I should charge extra for the makeup I have to buy,” Kelly said to her reflection in the mirror. “I’m sure that discount store on campus knows girls like me need it.”

Girls like her – a concept that used to bother her, but had since lost meaning – had an unspoken rule about their illicit line of work at a place like Centerfield. First and foremost, it had to be a choice. Nobody who didn’t choose ever lasted long in the world of sex work, but that choice took on greater relevance for those who escorted as a means to an end.

Centerfield University was one of the most prominent schools in the country, attracting some of the most promising students. Kelly had been one of them and it had been her dream school since her freshman year of high school. She remembered cheering for a half-hour straight when she got accepted. However, getting good grades for four years of high school was the easy part. Paying for it proved much more challenging.

Centerfield University was a top tier school, but it was expensive, even by private school standards. Everyone who didn’t have a scholarship had to work a job or have rich parents who could pay the hefty tuition. Kelly didn’t have rich parents, nor did she have much in terms of college savings. She knew she’d have to work a job if she wanted to attend her dream school. She just didn’t think she’d end up being an escort, although in hindsight, it seemed inevitable.

There were a lot of factors that went into that choice, but she’d made it and had since stopped regretting it. Kelly didn’t dwell on it as she finished applying her balm.

“That should do it,” she said as she put her makeup away. “Time to earn my overpriced tuition.”

Kelly exited the bathroom and briefly checked her phone to see that she still had time. Her first client of the night had scheduled her for a standard-length session. He was a new client and while she usually didn’t see them first, he offered to pay extra and she needed every dollar her former track star body could earn.

That was the second and most frustrating rule of escorts around Centerfield. Anyone who had any desire to graduate with a degree and not be crippled by loan debt had to jump at every opportunity. Sometimes, that involved a scholarship or a well-paying side-job. Sometimes, that involved being an escort.

Centerfield already had a sordid reputation for the number of students working as escorts. Kelly learned shortly after she got into the business that the competition was fierce. Chances were there were other pretty girls serving clients tonight with an unspoken understanding of why students like her had to sell sex to pay the bills. It wasn’t that they had no choice. It was just the easiest, especially for someone who’d started filling out bras earlier than most girls.

Having naturally good looks was just part of what made a good escort, though. They also needed to actually enjoy sex, which Kelly certainly did. Granted, much of that was due to an overly horny ex-boyfriend who had gone to college on the other side of the country, but that experience had done enough to prepare her. She knew how to have sex, how to enjoy it, and how to be sexy. It made for a relatively easy transition into escorting.

Kelly needed easy at the moment, mostly because her first couple years at her dream school had been mired in uncertainty. She thought she knew what she wanted to do when she got accepted. She hoped to study business, get an MBA, and then start her own business one day. Then, she began taking classes and found out that it might not lead to the kind of career she’d hoped. To date, she still hadn’t figured out an alternative.

“I’ll need to justify that tuition soon,” Kelly muttered as she entered the elevator. “At some point, I need an actual dream to go along with my dream school.”

She could already hear her mother berating her for wanting to switch majors. She’d probably be more upset about that than she would if she found out she worked as an escort. Kelly chose not to tell her, opting to handle one difficult issue at a time. Checking her phone, she sat that it was almost time.

“Better save those dreams for later,” she said with more focus. “For now, I need get sexy.”

As the elevator ascended, Kelly adjusted her demeanor in preparation for her client. She let Roxy, the persona she marketed online, take over. Roxy wasn’t concerned about school, tuition, and her future career. She was just a horny young woman who looked good in a thong, loved to fuck, and needed money.

Strangely enough, being Roxy was probably the least complicated part of Kelly life. It didn’t involve complicated life choices. It just involved her taking her clothes off, putting on a sexy face, and having sex with men. It was both easy and lucrative, especially for someone who’d learned she had a sexy side at a young age.

“I am Roxy,” she told her reflection in the elevator door. “Go do your thing!”

A soon as the door opened, Kelly left all those uncertainties behind and made her way down the vacant hall to Room 622. Her client had texted her 15 minute ago, saying he was ready for her. She’d told him she would be there at eight o’clock sharp. As any competent escort knew, time was their second most precious commodity. Kelly made it a point not to waste a second of it, arriving at the door and waiting until the exact second to knock. That was her way of letting her clients know that she was both punctual and dedicated.

“Here we go again,” she said under her breath before embracing her Roxy persona.

Within seconds, the door opened and Kelly got her first glimpse of her new client.

“Good evening,” a man greeted. “I’m Marvin Herbert. Are you, Ms. Roxy?”

“That’s me, hun,” Kelly replied with a curt grin, “and just call me Roxy. That’ll make it easier.”

“I agree. If it helps, you can call me Marv.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want. That’s my job, right?”

“Right…I suppose,” he said sheepishly. “Please, come in, Roxy.”

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The Marv seemed friendly and unimposing enough. He didn’t look that much older than her, appearing to be in his early 30s or so. He was no athlete, standing less than six feet tall and having the kind of lanky frame that implied rarely got picked first in gym glass. He was also somewhat pale, wearing black khakis and a dress shirt that most men wore to an office. He reminded her someone who worked in the science department at Centerfield. Those people always dressed like they were going to a dinner party.

His smile and his demeanor didn’t set off any red flags. Feeling assured, Kelly entered the hotel room while Marv closed the door, putting the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob in the process. She then casually approached the bed, making it a point to shake her hips in a seductive way, hoping to set the mood.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Roxy,” Marv said after locking the door. “You mentioned you don’t see first-timers, as you call them. Believe it or not, you were the fifth person I contacted in my effort to set this up.”

“I believe it,” Kelly said. “Some girls are extra cautious with newcomers, but I’m willing to get a little daring here and there.”

“And I appreciate that. That’s why I tried to put extra into your uh…gift.”

Kelly noticed his eyes awkwardly shift to the envelope on the nightstand next to the bed. It contained her payment. As per the rules of basic escorting, money was not to be mentioned. It was just supposed to be there in plain sight for her to collect once their business was complete. The man seemed to understand that, but his inexperience in dealing with escorts really showed.

“No need to get nervous,” Kelly told him, now leaning back on her arms and giving him a seductive glance. “Don’t focus on the particulars. Let’s just get extra comfy on this chilly night.”

“I’d like that, Roxy,” Marv said in an oddly intrigued tone, “but there are a few details I’d like to share with you?”

“Oh? What kind?” she asked, wondering what sort of kinky tastes the man had.

“The kind that I hope will show the fruits of all my hard work. If all goes well, you’ll be the first one to experience it directly.”

Kelly, still trying to maintain her Roxy persona, cast the older man a strange look. He still hadn’t set off any red flags, but he was getting close. She didn’t get the impression he was role playing or anything like that. He seemed both serious and excited, although she wasn’t sure it had anything to do with her presence.

As she sat back on the bed, Marv approached her with an eagerness that reminded her of a man who’d just bought a fancy new car. It felt as though her being an escort didn’t even matter to him. It heightened her suspicions, but it also sparked her curiosity.

“You see, I’m a lead researcher at the Centerfield science labs,” Marv went on. “I’ve got two masters degrees, one in biology and one in bioengineering. I’m also working on my PHD.”

“Wow. That’s impressive,” Kelly remarked, “so I may end up calling you Dr. Herbert?”

“If all goes well, you just might at some point,” he said with a humored grin. “For the past five years, I’ve been conducting research on a new generation of medical implants. It’s a growing field with exciting application and I’m not just talking about pacemakers. We’re getting to a point where we can create targeted implants for localized, precise treatment of defective tissues.”

Kelly kept smiling, but almost ended up laughing. Marv sounded way too energetic for someone talking about science, a topic she know or care much about. Even though she’d gotten a B-plus in all her science classes, she had never encountered someone who got so giddy about it. It was kind of cute, but still pretty odd, even by escort standards.

“That sounds fascinating,” Kelly said, pretending to be turned on by it.

“It is!” Marv continued. “I’ve spent the last several years, trying to push things forward faster. I’ve annoyed a few people and I’m told my people skills are average at best, but I’m willing to pay that price for my work.”

“That kind of dedication is admirable, Marv.”

“It’s also the easiest part, unfortunately. I must have done something right because I finally managed to get a prototype built. Unfortunately, making a prototype and testing it are two different things. The process for rat trials, alone, is excruciating and I’d rather not wait that long. Some leaps in science require extra risks and I think this is one of them.”

There was a strange glint in his eye. Kelly had never seen anything like it and for an experienced escort, that was saying something. She ceased being suspicious, no longer suspecting that there was something dangerous at play. She found herself genuinely interested in what the man had to show her.

“But enough talk,” Marv said. “I understand our time is limited so why don’t I show you?”

That glint never left his eye as he stood before her at the foot of the bed, undid the belt buckle on his pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxers. He then stepped out of his dress shoes and took a step back, giving Kelly an unobstructed view of his penis. She tried not to react too strongly, but even an experienced escort took notice when a man just exposed his genitals to a stranger.

Near as she could tell, Marv had a fairly average endowment. Having been an escort for over a year, Kelly had seen all sorts of shapes, sizes, and configurations in male genitalia. Some were more noteworthy than others, but Marv didn’t appear to have any distinguishing features. He seemed very casual about it, which was uncommon for men who didn’t regularly sleep with beautiful women. She still gave him a sexy smile, though, if only to maintain the mood.

“I see,” she said teasingly. “Is this related to your work?”

“Very much so,” Marv affirmed. “I don’t know how big you are on science, but I hope you watch closely. You’re about to witness a true scientific breakthrough!”

With an eager grin and a confident poise, he pressed a button on his watch, which looked like an ordinary watch from a distance. Kelly wasn’t sure what to expect. For all she knew, it could’ve turned him into a werewolf. However, within second of pushing that button, she saw something happen with his penis.

In a sight that defied everything Kelly thought she knew about male anatomy, Marv’s penis went from completely flaccid to fully erect in just a few seconds. It got so hard so quickly, as though it were a light switch. He didn’t touch it or shift his demeanor in any way. He just got hard in a way that would’ve made a male porn star jealous. At that point, she didn’t even have to pretend to be impressed.

“Wow!” Kelly gasped. “What exactly just happened?”

“The culmination of some very dedicated, admittedly kinky research,” Marv answered proudly.

“Um…care to be more specific?” she asked, still processing the sight.

“It would take way too long to go over the technical specs. Simply put, I surgically installed a biomechanical implant into my penis and treated the surrounding tissue with a synthetic substrate of programmable bio matter to facilitate external excitation of specific peripheral nervous responses.”

“That’s…still too technical.”

“Well, in exceedingly unscientific terms, I gave my penis a cybernetic implant. You are looking at, to my knowledge, the first cybernetic penis in history.”

Kelly blinked a few times, needing more than a few moments to process what she’d just heard. She knew what the word cybernetic meant and she knew what a penis was, more so than most young women. The idea of putting them together never even crossed her mind.

It sounded like a joke, one she wouldn’t have even laughed at had she’d not seen what she just saw. The idea that she, a finically-challenged college student who did sex work on the side, was the first woman to ever see a cybernetic penis was pretty jarring. It was also kind of neat…if not intriguing in a kinky sort of way.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Marv. I’m kind of at a loss here,” Kelly said, still trying to process the implications.

“Take all the time you need, Roxy,” said Marv with a humored look on his face, “but in the interest exploring those implications, I should probably show you this too.”

As her mouth hung open in astonishment, the unassuming man pushed another button on his watch. Then, she heard a very low-pitched humming sound that came directly from Marv’s penis. Still standing with the pride of a man who’d just won the Olympics, he took a step forward so that his dick was right in here face.

“Here,” he told her. “Touch it.”

That might have been the most polite request Kelly had ever heard in her time as an escort. She’d never obliged so willingly or eagerly, for that matter. As soon as she placed her hand on the fully-erect member, she felt it vibrating in her hand.

Again, Kelly needed a moment to process the situation. In her hand was a live penis, attached to a man and appearing completely normal from the outside, and it was vibrating. It vibrated with the same subtle, yet noticeable intensity she’d felt in a numerous sex toys. Having owned more than one vibrator in her life, she could tell the difference between cheap and premium vibrations. From the looks of it, Marv invested heavily in quality.

“Wow,” Kelly said as she held his cock in her hand. “I know I said that already, but it’s worth saying again. Wow!”

“Say it as many times as you need to,” Marv told her. “From a scientific perspective, your reaction counts as promising results.

“I’m not entirely sure on my perspective right now. I’m also no scientist, but if I’m making the right connections here…you actually operated on your own dick?”

“Well, I did say that great leaps in science require risk,” he said in a bemused tone. “I figured it would be too difficult to find a man who would agree to such a procedure. So I volunteered myself.”

“That takes an obscene amount of balls!” Kelly said. “Wait, you didn’t operate on those too?”

“No, I didn’t,” he laughed. “The procedure wasn’t as extensive or messy as you think. I won’t say it was comfortable, but a good scientist is willing to endure for his work.”

“I think you’ve officially raised the bar for every scientist in the world.”

“And I’d like to raise it even more,” Marv told her. “To do that, though, I require a more complete test.”

The tone in his voice took on a more sensual subtext. Kelly didn’t need a masters degrees to figure out what he meant by it. She was an escort, last she checked, and she had planned on having sex with him at some point during their session. She just didn’t expect it to take on such a strange new context.

Marv almost seemed anxious after making his request. He obviously didn’t have much experience in seducing women, though. Kelly could hear the awkwardness in his tone. Looking up at him, though, his vibrating dick still in her hand, she flashed him a gaze that let him know it worked.

“A test huh?” she said with a lurid grin. “Well, in the interest of science, sign me up!”

“Glad to hear you’re so excited about my work,” Marv said as he loosened his tie. “Just to be sure, is there any particular way you’d like to go about it? For this test to work, I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Don’t worry about my comfort, Marv. I’m a professional, remember?”

Her enthusiasm for science growing by the second, Kelly got up from the bed and shed her clothes. She didn’t try to be sexy about it, either. She just took off her clothes in quick succession, starting with her shirt and pants before slipping out of her bra and panties. Marv barely finished unbuttoning his dress shirt by the time she stood fully naked in front of him.

Despite carrying himself as a passionate man of science, he was still a man. He smiled and blushed as he took in her naked features, paying close attention to her breasts and hips. She swore that already-erect dick of his twitched at her presence. She took that as a promising sign.

“You’re uh…very beautiful, Roxy,” Marv said, fumbling a bit with his shirt as he set it aside.

“Thanks,” she told him. “I’m hope that’ll make things easier.”

“It will. It definitely will,” he said, sounding more like a guy not used to being around naked women. “For the record, though, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been with a woman. My sexual experience is fairly limited, so to speak.”

“Then, why don’t you let me handle the parameters here?” she offered. “I know all the basic and advanced-level stuff involving sex. I promise I’ll give that dick of yours a very thorough test.”

Marv cast her a grin with renewed confidence. He still seemed somewhat awkward, especially after she pulled him into an embrace wherein their naked flesh touched. He might not have been the tallest or most masculine figure she’d ever embraced, but he still carried himself with an energy and passion any woman would find attractive. That, on top of the prospect of fucking the first man with a cybernetic dick, got her genuinely aroused.

“Lie down on the bed,” Kelly told him. “I’ll set the mood. Just focus on sharing it with me.”

“Focus…that may be a greater challenge than I thought,” Marv said as he nervously trailed his hands up her womanly curves.

“Then, I’ll help you overcome it.”

Her confident, seductive tone helped settle him down. His trust in her skills secured, he crawled onto the bed and laid down as she’d requested. Kelly followed him, flashing him a few sexy glances along the way. She usually had to maintain a sexy demeanor to keep her client excited, especially the nervous types. From the looks of it, though, that wouldn’t be an issue with Marv. That cybernetic dick of his remained as erect as ever.

Kelly felt it press against her as she got on top of him, hovering over the slim man so that her breasts pressed up against his chest.

“I’m going to kiss you, touch you, and give your dick a quick suck,” she told him. “Normally, I do that to get a guy hard. That might be redundant in this case, but I think it’ll help if we keep the approach basic.”

“Yes. That sounds…logical,” he said.

“Is it scientific, as well?”

“I’m…not sure I can make that assessment.”

Kelly snickered. It was remarkable how a man with a cybernetic penis could still be so anxious while in an overtly sexual situation. She was used to men being intimidated by the prospect of having sex with a woman, but Marv handled it better than most. When she kissed him on the lips, he kissed back in a way that felt sincere. That, alone, made him more decent than most clients.

For a brief moment, they made out, giving Marv a chance to feel up her naked body, even giving her butt a playful squeeze. After tasting each other’s lips – and getting around however many breath mints he’d eaten before her arrival – Kelly channeled her inner Roxy, trailing her lips down his neck and over his chest.

His slim build didn’t have much in terms of muscle, but his skin was still so smooth and warm. What Marv lacked in physical stature, he made up for in good grooming. That counted for something in Kelly’s book. It encouraged her to be extra caring with each gesture, tasting every inch of his skin while gliding her hands down his torso.

“That feels…nice,” said Marv with growing contentment. “You really are a professional, Roxy.”

“I’m just getting warmed up, cyber-stud,” she teased.

He chuckled at her choice of words, but didn’t contest them. If his test really was successful, then that might end up being an apt description.

Sharing his intent to complete that test, Kelly worked her sensual magic, making her way down his torso until she reached that fully-engorged, scientifically-enhanced penis of his. It was still vibrating, the veins throbbing with an energy that wasn’t at all nature, but still very sensual.

“This is uncharted territory in the history of sex,” she found herself saying. “Well, in the name of science and progress, here I go!”

Now feeling like the Neil Armstrong of whores, Kelly carefully caressed the vibrating member with both hands and took it into her mouth. Almost immediate, Marv gasped blissfully at the feeling, his body shifting under the weight of the feeling. If nothing else, that showed that his penis was still as sensitive to touch as any other. However, there were some uncanny distinctions.

“Mmm…this dick,” she said after a few oral teases. “It feels so different.”

“Different how?” Marv asked intently.

“Good different,” Kelly told him. “Very good, in fact!”

She resumed her sucking, squeezing the base a bit more and working her lips along his rigid length with more vigor. As someone who had given oral sex to many men, Kelly knew the intricacies of a penis better than most women. She’d sucked dicks that were too sensitive and others that were not sensitive enough, leaving her with a sore jaw the next day. Every man was different and the extent of their desires rarely matched the robustness of their cock.

With Marv, however, there was no disconnect. Every vein, gland, and contour practically radiated with energy. The fact that it vibrated added even more nuance, as if to remind her that she wasn’t sucking an ordinary dick. If anything, the dicks she’d sucked before had been the beta version, bound by the limitations of anatomy and easily distracted men.

It was like every other cock she’d sucked before had been powered by a crank shaft and Marv’s now powered by a high-performance V8 engine. It was like going from a tricycle to a drag racer. The idea that a penis could be that aroused was enough to make Kelly extra wet, the prospect of feeling it inside her getting more appealing by the second.

As she bobbed her up and down his length, she reached down between her thighs and fondled her pussy in preparation for sex. It usually took a lot more to get her in the mood when her client wasn’t as attractive as the men she fantasized about in the shower. That was why she often kept lube within reaching distance of the bed. She didn’t need any with Marv.

Besides, for such a landmark test, it made sense to keep things natural. In the name of science and great sex, Kelly was willing to take chances too.

“Are you ready for the real test, Marv?” she asked after giving his dick one last thorough lick.

“I’m ready,” he said, breathless yet eager, no longer showing any signs of jitters.

“Then, I’m going to get on top and ride your cock,” Kelly told him.

“And how will I know if it’s working?” Marv asked her.

“Trust me. You’ll know!”

The sexy undertone of her voice told him everything he needed to know. Kelly was just as eager to see what a cybernetic dick could do for a woman. If it could satisfy her, an experienced escort with a promiscuous past, then the prospects were that much greater for all women.

Crawling back on top of him, Kelly straddled the slim man’s pelvis and aligned his still-vibrating cock with the wet entrance of her pussy. Just feeling the vibrating tip over her moist folds was enough to send shivers of delight. She couldn’t remember being so eager to fuck a client before and she’d served star athletes from the basketball team. Her arousal, excitement, and kinky curiosity left her with no reservations as she began the most intimate part of the test.

Holding onto his torso with both hands, Kelly steadily lowered her hips, the extra-hard flesh penetrating her depths with every inch. Almost immediately, she felt a distinct difference between Marv’s dick and every other dick she’d ever had inside her. It wasn’t just that it was vibrating or super-erect, either. The way his manhood filled her depths redefined her understanding of the basics of sex and in the best possible way.

“Whoa!” Kelly exclaimed. “It feels…oh my god, I don’t have words!”

“Mmm…I feel it too,” Marv said, now holding onto her hips.

“Trust me, Marv. What I’m feeling now…it’s a fucking breakthrough!”

She didn’t give Marv a chance to ask for specifics. Being a man of science, he probably would’ve asked for some, even while having sex with a beautiful woman. Kelly wasn’t in any state for questions, though. She was too busy being the first woman in history to fuck a cybernetic dick.

She embraced that role whole-heartedly, moving her body and gyrating her hips in a heated sexual rhythm. She was usually more measured with her clients, starting slow and trying to get a feel for what they liked. For Marv, a man equipped with an unnaturally robust penis, Kelly didn’t hold back. She was focused and determined, as though she were fucking the most important man in the world. Given the promise of the technology he’d developed, that might not be far from the truth.

That technology did plenty to deliver. Between his dick being extra hard and the vibrations within it, he stimulated her depths with every motion. He struck nerves that most women couldn’t reach with even the most overpriced vibrator. It was like every other dick had a limit to how much it could satisfy a woman, but Marv’s cyber-dick shattered those limits and soared above them like a rocket.

“Oh…oohhh my God! Oh my fucking God!” Kelly gasped. “That feels amazing! This dick…so fucking hot!”

“Roxy,” Marv gasped. “These results…so good.”

“Fuck yeah, they’re good! They’re going to…make me…come!”

That shouldn’t have been possible so quickly. Every escort – or even just a woman who received marginal sex education, for that matter – knew that women didn’t orgasm as easily as men. It often took longer, more focused stimulation to get the job done. It rarely just happened by putting a penis into a vagina.

Those rules were out the window with Marv, though. That surgically-enhanced, steadily vibrating dick of his hit all the right spots, along with a few Kelly didn’t know existed. The end result was the quickest, most intense orgasm she’d ever felt.

“Ohhh science!” she exclaimed.

“Roxy!” Marv moaned.

It was like a pleasure bomb going off in her core, an eruption of orgasmic sensations spreading out in every direction. Kelly closed her eyes, threw her head back, and demonstrated more flexibility than she knew she had as she cried out to the heavens in ecstasy.

For a brief moment, every nerve was ablaze with pleasure. Every muscle in her lower body throbbed in conjunction with her release. It was so intense that she dug her nails into Marv’s torso to hold on. She’d probably leave marks that would take some time to heal, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d already made clear his commitment to testing his research.

“Incredible!” Marv exclaimed. “This test…has exceeded expectations.”

“Trust me,” Kelly said breathlessly, “It exceeded more than that.”

Now beaming with an orgasmic glow, she leaned in and gave the older man an affectionate kiss. A man who gave a woman that kind of pleasure deserved nothing less. Marv, still looking overwhelmed by the results, kissed back. He was actually a great kisser, which helped give more weight to the feeling.

Even as the ecstasy subsided, his member remained fully erect. It was still vibrating inside her as well, providing continued stimulation to her depths. She had to rise up off it, just to give her pussy a rest. However, Kelly wasn’t done yet. There were still a few things left to test.

“I think we can officially say that a cybernetic dick works,” she said after their lips parted.

“Yes, I believe the data speaks for itself,” Marv said in a humored tone.

“You’ve got something that a woman can ride to a good orgasm. That, alone, is a damn good upgrade,” Kelly went on. “Now, let’s flip the script.”

With a seductive grin, she rolled their bodies over on the bed so that she was on her back and Marv was on top of her. He was still catching his breath, but she could see in his eyes as a lingering desire, both to finish the test and have sex with a beautiful woman.

“This time, you set the tone,” she told him. “Fuck me however you want to fuck me. See for yourself what that dick of yours can do.”

“That sounds…logical,” Marv said. “Although, given my limited experience, I may only be able to take it so far.”

“That’s okay. Hell, that can work to your advantage. Most men are more limited by their dicks than their desire. You may be the first man in history who isn’t bound by those limits. Embrace it!”

A look of confidence came over him. In an instant, the unassuming man had the bravado of a six-and-a-half foot tall rock star with an eleven-inch cock. Kelly even found it sexy. It was more than enough to keep her pussy moist and ready for more sex.

“Very well,” he said. “I suppose I’ll finish the test from here.”

“Science never sounded so sexy,” Kelly laughed.

Armed with his new confidence, Marv rose into an upright position so that he was on his knees. Kelly, remaining flat on her back, spread her legs widely so that he had plenty of room to work. He made good use of it, grabbing hold of her thighs just above the knees and guiding his dick back into her pussy.

The entrance was smooth, aided by all the feminine juices she’d released from her climax. Marv’s dick was still vibrating as well, which kept those juices flowing. She let out a purr of contentment upon feeling his flesh inside her again. She saw just as much contentment in Marv’s expression. Now bearing the look of a man immersed in lust and desire, she held onto his shoulders for what promised to be an unprecedented exercise in sexual nuance.

“That’s it, Marv. Fuck me!” Kelly urged him. “Fuck me with that science-enhanced dick!”

Marv responded only with a deep grunt before initiating a sexual rhythm. He kept things basic, utilizing a simple missionary position to get things going. That made sense. If they were going to test the bounds of cybernetic dicks, it made sense to keep things simple.

From there, Marv worked his body, moving his hips in a steady procession of sexual motions. With every act, his vibrating manhood slithered inside her vagina, probing and stimulating her depths. A fresh round of sensations coursed through her body, evoking moans and purrs of delight. Now clinging to his shoulders, Kelly sought to embrace a new era of ecstasy with him.

“Oohhh Roxy!” he said. “That feels…amazing. I’m going to…achieve climax…soon.”

“Already?” Kelly teased.

“Don’t worry. I’m not stopping…the test!”

He didn’t give her a chance to make a joke about premature ejaculation. Kelly reminded herself that she was fucking a man with a cybernetic dick. For all she knew, that was the first flaw Marv fixed when he made his prototype.

He stepped up the pace for a brief moment. Then, he slowed his movements, his expression shifted, and his body shuddered under the weight of his release. Kelly made sure he enjoyed it as much as she enjoyed hers, spreading her legs extra wide – more so than she did with her other clients. She could feel it as that big, throbbing cock of his tensed inside her depths in accord with his release. Marv wasn’t quite as vocal as she’d been, but the results were just as clear.

“Wow!” he gasped. “That is…unprecedented.”

“Not the word I would use,” Kelly laughed, “but still plenty sexy!”

Marv laughed as well, lingering for a moment in the ecstasy, but soon resumed their sex. There was no refractory period. His dick didn’t go limp, even by a little. He just kept on going as though it were nothing.

It was a strange phenomenon for an experienced escort. While Kelly had been with a few men who could go multiple rounds in a brief span of time, they had to work extra hard to rise to the occasion, so to speak. With Marv, there was no need. His dick remained at full-throttle, limited only by his desire to use it.

“This…is going to test my stamina,” Kelly said to herself.

From there, she held on as Marv kept fucking her with superhuman fortitude. He kept the rhythm steady and movements thorough, making an effort to work his flesh within hers. He didn’t just pound away, as so many men often did, but Kelly wouldn’t have blamed him if he did.

Making good use of her efforts and the sturdy hotel bed, she and Marv went at it. Their naked bodies moved and grinded together in a mesh of lust and intent. His dick kept vibrating, her pussy kept throbbing, and the pleasure kept flowing, unburdened by prohibitive anatomy. It led to her having another orgasm – once again, in rapid time. She felt him climax as well shortly after. It wasn’t just a single plunge into a pool of ecstasy. It was like taking multiple dips.

“More data…more results,” Marv moaned after yet another orgasm.

“Yes, Marv! More…give me more!” Kelly exclaimed.

Her encouragement kept him going. They shifted around on the bed, having sex in various positions. They couldn’t get too elaborate, though. She could tell Marv was not used to so much physical exertion. Even with an enhanced dick, the man was no athlete. She shuddered to think how much he could fuck if he went to the gym regularly, albeit in the best possible way.

Before long, Kelly lost track of how long they went at it or how many orgasms she’d had. It was definitely over the allotted time he paid her for, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even plan to bring it up. The man had done more than enough to justify the overtime. In fact, as she felt the rush of yet another orgasm, Kelly found herself coming to some realizations that were only possible under the weight of good sex.

“This feeling…need to know more,” she said.

Marv didn’t hear that. At that point, he was so winded that his face dripped with sweat. Eventually, after another release, he collapsed on top of her in a heap of exhaustion. She ended up having to catch him so that he didn’t slump over awkwardly. It was probably a good thing too because her pussy had reached its limits too. She was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but for all the right reasons.

When the sexual movements finally ceased, Kelly helped him settle. She laid him down on his side where he could catch his breath. She laid next to him, needing some time as well. At one point, he pushed a button on his watch again, which he hadn’t taken off. Just as before, his dick reacted, quickly becoming flaccid.

For a while, they just lingered in silence, taking time to process the moment. Usually, the post-coital silence was the most awkward part of being an escort. Tonight was different, though. In fact, it was quite revealing.

“I’ll say it one more time…wow!” Kelly said. “Marvin Herbert, you’ve made one hell of a breakthrough.”

“So it would seem,” he said, still panting heavily. “The test…was successful. This bodes very well for my research.”

“You have no idea,” she replied, “and I’m not just saying that on behalf of all women who love great sex.”

“What do you mean?”

Kelly then curled up closer, the heat of their naked bodies mixing once more. She smiled at him and he smiled back, still bearing the demeanor of a man who wasn’t used to being with a naked woman.

He still had the look of a man who understood that they’d just achieved something special. In fact, tonight might very well mark a change in history of sex, as well as a profound change in Kelly’s plans.

“An hour ago, I was just an escort trying to pay my tuition. I had no major, no goal, and no career path, whatsoever,” she told him. “That all changed, thanks to you.”

“I’m honored,” Marv said, “but I’m not sure I understand the implications.”

“You will. I promise, you will,” she said with great confidence, “because tomorrow morning, I’m heading down to the Centerfield Science Office and changing my major. I’m going to dedicate the rest of my life to science and all the ways it can make sex great.”

“That sounds rather ambitious.”

“Not as much as you think,” Kelly quipped. “The way I see it…if this is what science can do for a penis, I can’t wait to see what it can do for vaginas!”

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“Intimate Healing” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote involving love, sex, and treating headaches. Who among us hasn’t had a headache? There are many ways too treat it. This is just one. Enjoy!

“Terry, I have a headache.”

Usually, when a man’s girlfriend of two years uttered those words, it meant he was in for a lonely night. That was the standard response women gave their lovers when they said they weren’t in the mood for sex. Luckily for Terry Draka, though, his girlfriend wasn’t most women and their sex life had never been that standard.

“Say no more, Nina. I’m also extra sore tonight,” he told her.

“Glad to hear,” she replied. “Wait…that came our wrong. What I meant to say was…”

“It’s okay, babe,” Terry said with a humored grin. “I know what you meant.”

His lover cast him a look of relief and affection. Nina Highland had a knack for saying that carried mixed messages. She claimed it was the primary reason why she’d only dated two other men before him, despite having the natural beauty that made men stupid. Terry liked to think he’d been less stupid than most when it came to being with her. It probably helped that he knew just how to treat those headaches of hers.

“I take it that means you want to skip the movie we rented and take this to the bedroom,” he said to her.

“You know me too well,” Nina said sheepishly. “I’m not even sure I have the strength to take my clothes off.”

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You know how good I am at that.”

She smiled playfully, latching onto his arm so he could lead to the master bedroom of their modest apartment. He would’ve carried her if he hadn’t actually been sore from work that day. Working at a quarry and operating heavy machinery for hours at a time took a toll on any man, even one who had been doing it since high school. Terry knew how to manage it, though, and it wasn’t just with aspirin.

Slipping his arm around his lover’s waist, he guided her into the bedroom with a mix of urgency and care. Once inside, he closed the door, dimmed the lights, and led her over to the foot of the bed. She looked more drained than usual. She must have had a rough day at the office. She claimed to love her job as a graphic designer, but the people she worked with had a knack for giving her headaches.

That didn’t bother Terry too much, though. It just meant he had more reason to treat her in their private time, as only he could.

“Here, have a seat,” he told her, patting an empty spot on the bed. “Just lean back and let me work my magic.”

“I hope you have some new tricks tonight,” Nina told him. “This is one of those cases that can’t be fixed with a simple back rub.”

“I never assume it’s that easy. Besides, treating my girlfriend’s headaches should be a challenge and you know how much I love challenges.”

His love’s grin widened as she did as he requested, sitting down on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. He then stood in front of her and removed the dirty gray shirt he’d worn since he got home from the quarry, revealing to her the manly body that had been forged from years of hard labor.

“I’m feeling better already,” she said, her amorous gaze scanning his masculine features, “but I’ll definitely need more.”

“And I intend to give it to you,” Terry assured her, “and possibly a little extra.”

That should help get her excited. Even when she had a headache, Nina loved being teased. She didn’t mind if it was immature or goofy. It put her in just the right mood, which was critical for treating those headaches of hers.

After tossing his shirt aside, he knelt down onto the floor. The soreness of his knees and lower back – the most common ailment he’d dealt with, going back to his days as a football player in high school – escalated almost immediately. Terry wasn’t deterred, though. If anything, he was even more motivated.

“Lift up your hips,” he said. “I’m going take your pants off.”

“Probably a good time to let you know I’m not wearing any panties,” Nina told him.

“Is that supposed to surprise me?”

“I hope it sends the right message. This headache is just that bad.”

Understanding the subtext of her words, Terry worked with more urgency. He reached up and grasped the sides of Nina’s favorite black sweatpants, her preferred attire after wearing a pantsuit all day. He then effortlessly pulled it down her shapely legs, making it a point to trace his fingers down her newly exposed flesh. He knew his lover really enjoyed that, the gender touch on her skin and sensual overtones of such a gesture.

After pulling them all the way off, along with the socks she’d worn, Terry looked up and confirmed that his lover wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was now naked from the waist down, her toned thighs and feminine anatomy on full display to him. He always enjoyed such a sight, especially on nights when there were headaches to treat.

Now more motivated than ever, he rose up from the floor and undid the dirty jeans he’d worn since his shift ended four hours ago. He’d been wearing boxers, but that didn’t seem to bother his lover. It also revealed – in the form of a noticeable bulge – that he needed some treatment of his own.

“Ooh Terry,” Nina said, her gaze narrowing on his lower body, “you must be really sore.”

“For the best possible reasons,” Terry told her, “which requires the best possible medicine.”

Now, his boxers already getting tighter by the second, he crawled onto the bed with her and took her in his arms again. Nina eagerly accepted his embrace, holding onto his shoulders and entrusting him with the next phase of their shared treatment.

“Lay down on your back, close your eyes, and spread your legs,” he said. “I’ll get things going with the basics.”

“Basics…you’re really good at that,” she teased.

“And I like to keep improving.”

Terry spoke with such confidence, prompting Nina to comply even faster. She scooted up the bed, laid back on a pillow, and parted her legs into a perfect spread-eagle position. Her flexibility had always amazed him. It also made his efforts at treatment that much easier.

Licking his lips in anticipation, Terry already felt the soreness in his knees subside slightly as he got between his lover’s legs, giving him an up-close look at her pussy. She was already somewhat aroused. She didn’t usually announce a headache without first knowing where it would lead. She must have anticipated his eagerness to treat her.

At that point, though, he’d hoped Nina came to expect it. Treating her headaches had become one of the most potent catalyst for their relationship and it only seemed to grow as his skills at treatment improved. For that reason, Terry had every intention of exceeding those expectations.

“Take deep breaths, Nina,” he told her softly. “I’m going to confront that pain directly.”

“Yes. Confront it!” his lover replied, knowing as well as he did what that entailed.

Now settled into a relaxed state, Terry skillfully gripped her thighs with both hands and held them apart. Then, armed with the knowledge of his lover’s body and her need for relief, he began giving her oral sex.

“Mmm…Terry,” she moaned. “That’s just what I need!”

Desperation mixed with her favorable reaction. She was more sensitive than usual, a frequent side-effect of nasty headaches. Encouraged and motivated, Terry went to work, employing the oral teasing skills that had treated many other ailments throughout their relationship.

He was extra thorough, skillfully trailing his tongue along her moist slit, giving extra attention to her clitoris. He also probed the hot flesh of her vagina, stimulating those special areas that he’d come to know so well. They triggered strong, intense reactions from her lover. Her lower body shifted, her legs tensing and inner muscles tensing from the sensations he evoked. It was just what Terry wanted for his ailing lover, but it was only the first step in an extensive treatment.

“Feel that?” Terry whispered in between targeted teases. “Let me make you feel good. Let the pleasure override the pain.”

“Yes…I feel it,” Nina gasped, already clinging to her pillows as her body contorted to the feeling.

He continues his treatment, letting go of one of her thighs so that he could utilize his hands as well. As he used his tongue to stimulate her depths, he also applied pressure to her clit, adding more stimulation that evoked more pleasure. That pleasure directly countered the pain. It was so simple, in principle, but more effective than any medicine.

It might have just been unique to Nina. He learned early on in their relationship that she had always used alternative treatments for her chronic headaches. She’d been getting them since she was a kid. After a bunch of failed treatments didn’t work, she discovered masturbation. She claimed it had been an accident, an unexpected revelation that happened when she slept naked on her bed during a hot summer day. Terry sometimes questioned whether that was all there was to the story, but there was no arguing with results.

After that fateful night, orgasms became Nina’s preferred method for treating headaches. They worked, but made for some awkward moments, especially with her conservative family. She claimed she’d gotten in trouble on more than one occasion for masturbating in a public bathroom. She even said that before they got together, she pleasured herself three times a day to stave off her headaches. Terry would’ve had a hard time believing that had he not experienced a similar story.

“Terry…your tongue…your hands,” Nina gasped with growing intensity, “It’s working, but…I need more!”

Terry knew exactly what she meant by that. He hadn’t completed the full repertoire of his oral sex skills, but in some cases, he had to skip certain steps to complete the treatment. Trusting that his lover understood those steps more than most, he ceased his teasing and rose up once more.

“In that case, I’ll get to the really potent stuff,” he told her. “Lie down on your side, keep breathing deeply, and I’ll do the rest.”

“I know you will,” Nina told him, “especially if you’re that sore.”

He snickered at her remark. She knew him just as well as he did when it came to pain treatment. Moreover, she understood it in ways that his previous girlfriends never could.

Still taking steady breaths, Nina rolled over so that she laid on the far side of the bed with her legs slightly arched. As she got comfortable, Terry removed his boxers, which had become too uncomfortable. That often happened when he went down on his lover. It got his blood flowing in just the right ways, but that wasn’t the only factor.

Braving with lingering soreness in his back, Terry laid down next to her so that he was spooning her from behind. He lovingly slipped his arms around her, holding her close so that the warmth of his body soothed her discomfort, among other things. Her content purrs showed that she appreciated that warmth. When he reached down between her legs with one hand and began fondling her pussy again, her appreciation only grew.

“Ooh Terry!” Nina moaned. “You must really be sore.”

“More than usual,” he whispered into her ear, “but still treatable with your love.”

“Treat away, my darling!”

Terry kissed down her neck, evoking more purrs as he felt the heat between her legs escalate into full-blown arousal. Her body ached for him, albeit in a non-painful way. He craved her just as much, as evidenced by the full-blown erection now pressing against her back.

He wasn’t sure if it counted as a kink, but whenever Terry felt sore, his dick seemed to get harder with greater ease. Like Nina, he had an odd relationship with pain and orgasms. When he was in high school, he endured a particularly nasty injury while playing football. In addition to ending his dreams of going pro, he dealt with lingering aches that lasted past graduation and his first job. They were never debilitating, but he needed relief.

Whether out of desperation or coincidence, he found out that giving himself an orgasm helped alleviate the soreness, more so than any of the pills or treatments he got. He had been a healthy heterosexual man before the injury. Afterwards, though, he began masturbating with more frequency, so much so that he effectively conditioned himself to make regular orgasms his primary treatment.

He wasn’t sure whether there was any medical relevance to that approach. All he knew was that it mitigated his need for pain killers. While it did make for awkward moments, which included him getting off during work in between coffee breaks, he couldn’t deny the results. It also hindered his ability to form a functioning sex life with women. Then, he met Nina and found someone whose appreciation for therapeutic orgasms matched his own.

“I’m going to fuck you, now,” Terry told her. “My back…may affect how I do it.”

“I hope so,” Nina replied.

There was a mix of anticipation and desire in her voice. He did his best work when he had a little soreness to work with. He’d demonstrated that on many occasions since they had been together and he had no intention of changing that.

Still spooning her from behind, he guided his erect member with the moist opening. Nina shifted her body accordingly, making sure their bodies were perfectly aligned for sex. Once in position, he steadily inserted his penis up into her waiting folds. The smooth, steady melding of their flesh sent a wave of blissful warmth that overshadowed any pain or soreness.

“Nina,” he moaned, “is it working yet?”

“Yes!” Nina said without hesitation. “Please, Terry…heal me as only you can.”

In that fateful moment, healing and sex became one in the same. The act became the treatment and Terry went to work making it sufficiently thorough.

His rigid penis now surrounded by the moist walls of her vagina, he began working his flesh within hers. He moved his hips and worked his lower back, desire and pleasure doing plenty to subsume the soreness. He was not too fervent with his movements, focusing on quality over quantity in terms of energy. He and Nina’s brand of lovemaking wasn’t built around intense, rough sex. It was about filling a need while fueling a passion.

That steady, but thorough movements did the trick. Through every successive motion, his manhood slithered smoothly within the tight folds of her womanly depths. Every movement evoked a round of hot sensations, each supplemented by the intimate meshing of their naked bodies.

To ensure his love got the most out of the feeling, Terry kept rubbing his lover’s clitoris. That extra sensitivity caused a steady procession of soft, blissful moans. She kept clinging to the sheets and pillow, her body shuddering with every bit of sensation they conjured. Headaches or not, the unfiltered feelings of their lovemaking flowed freely. Whether because of or in spite of those headaches, Nina approached orgasm fairly quickly.

“Terry!” she gasped. “The healing…so good! Going to…make me…come!”

“So long as it helps your headache,” Terry whispered playfully.

As she neared the brink, his love grasped the hand not rubbing her clit and interlocked her fingers with him. She then held on tight, her body arching with greater fervor every time he pushed his member into her depths. Terry knew how to stimulate all those special areas, applying just the right amount of stimulation and passion. When she finally crashed that threshold, he held her closely in order to maximize his treatment.

“Oohhh Terry!”

Those loving, euphoric words echoed throughout the room. In his embrace, he felt Nina’s inner muscles contract around his penis in accord with her release. Her torso arched, her legs shifted, and her toes curled under the weight of the feeling. It was a mix of music and spectacle, his love achieving orgasm. The fact it also treated a headache was almost a bonus.

He kept Nina in his arms, giving her all the time she needed to soak up the feeling and its healing properties. When the blissful shudders of her body subsided, she turned over so that she faced him, removing his penis from her vagina in the process. In her eyes and her expression, Terry saw no more discomfort. She saw only the kind, affectionate gaze of his lover.

“It’s official. I feel better now,” she told him, “and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Just making sure my girlfriend gets the treatment she needs,” Terry replied with a proud grin.

“Such a caring, dedicated man,” Nina said, “even with a sore back.”

“Which already feels better, mind you,” he said.

“Good to hear,” she said, “but if my boyfriend is going to be that thorough in treating me, then it’s only fair that I do the same.”

Not waiting for second opinion, Nina took the initiative, as only she could. She captured his lips in a soft kiss. In the process, she also got on top of him and straddled his waist. When their lips parted, she rose into an upright position and realigned her pelvis with his still-erect manhood. Now lying on his back, his head comfortably resting on a pillow as his lover looked poised to reunite their flesh, he was now in the perfect position to get the best treatment.

“Nina,” he said as he gazed up at her naked body, “only you could make fairness seem so sexy.”

“And therapeutic,” she added with playful grin. “Now sit back while I ride your dick to ecstasy. If that doesn’t help your back feel better…”

“It will,” Terry told her before she could finish. “It always does.”

Still grinning and looking plenty motivated, Nina went to work on his treatment. With both hands now firmly gripping his torso, she lowered her hips and guided his penis back into her depths.

That hot feeling of her moist flesh surrounding his triggered a fresh round of blissful sensations. With a content moan and total trust in his lover’s expertise, Terry placed his hands on her hips and watched Nina make love to him with love and dedication. Using the same focused technique he had used with her, she took him to a world of ecstasy.

“Mmm…Nina,” he moaned.

“That’s it, my love. Feel it…feel me,” Nina said with that soft, loving voice of hers. “Let it soothe you.”

Her efforts did plenty of soothing and then some. With the utmost care, she maneuvered her hips in a steady motion, guiding her wet folds along the length of his cock. Every movement brought more sensations. Every sensation brought more ecstasy. The areas where soreness once festered gave way to the sweet bliss of his lover’s passion.

Nina was like an angel dancing adopt him, imparting into him her healing power. The way she moved as she rode him, his body moving with her in a harmony of shared passion, elevated the feeling beyond that of basic sex. It was like their bodies completed one another, their flesh gaining strength from their intimate union. From that strength came healing and from that healing came ecstasy.

It wasn’t just pleasurable. It was therapeutic. Maybe it only felt therapeutic because it felt so good. More than one friend or ex-girlfriend had pointed that out to Terry, but he didn’t care. It still worked beautifully. It healed his aches, mended his pain, and drew him closer to a badly-needed release.

“Nina…so soothing,” Terry moaned. “I’m getting…so close. Getting…so close.”

“Then, let me take you there, Terry,” she said to him. “Let me heal you.”

She stepped up the pace of her movements just enough to push him to the brink while still maintaining that steady rhythm. As her tight folds slithered along his manly length, she leaned over and kissed him lovingly. The added feeling of her breasts pressing up against his chest made for an even more intimate feel, which helped take him the rest of the way into that world of healing bliss.

“Ohhh Nina!” he exclaimed.

As he entered that world, he embraced his lover with newfound strength. A white hot surge of bliss erupted from his course, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. It was like a warm blanket being cast over his aching body, filling him with contentment and comfort that washed away any pain that might have lingered.

Nina, who embraced him back every step of the way, grasped his hands with hers again, holding onto him as he immersed himself in the feeling. His member throbbed inside her, his sexual fluids mixing with hers in a pool of intimate bliss. In that moment, the soreness was gone. The pain of any headache or injury had been effectively pushed. It was just him and Nina right now in a loving embrace, sharing in the healing power of their love.

“God, I love you,” Terry said, still breathless.

“I love you too,” Nina told him. “I take it that means you’re feeling better too.”

“I am. With you, I never feel sore for very long.”

“And my headaches never last that long either. Guess our love is just that strong.”

“That…or making love is just the perfect medicine!”

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