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The following is a sexy short story about couples who are so sweet in public, but very rough in private. We usually don’t know who they are. You probably know a few without realizing it. That’s what makes it both special and sexy. Enjoy!

It was a common refrain for Haylee Syble. Anyone who’d ever met her boyfriend, Tyler Markson, came away with the same glowing sentiment.

“He’s such a sweet and gentle soul. You’re so lucky to have him!”

Haylee had lost count of how many people told her that over the years in some form or another. It became so common that she could practically pre-record her responses. Sometimes, she just smiled and nod. Other times, she’d make a comment about how that tender soul of his was what made her fall in love with him. It was both corny and repetitive, but she always replied with a glowing smile.

However, she knew better than anyone that Tyler’s tender nature was only half the story. The notion that she’d fallen in love with him because of those qualities was also only half-true. The whole truth was complicated, but profound. There was, in fact, a side of her lover that few knew, but it was a side of him that truly cemented their love.

That side of him only ever emerged during certain times and in certain situations, most of which were private and intimate. As it just so happened, a storm had rolled in earlier that evening. It was also late on a Friday night. Neither of them had work or plans the next day. Haylee couldn’t have picked a better night to stir that special side of him. Just thinking about it was enough to make her inner thighs feel moist.

“Hey Tyler?” she said as she laid on their bed while her lover was busy in the bathroom.

“Yes, my darling?” he replied, sounding like he’d just finished brushing his teeth.

“If you’re not too tired…I’m up for a little something extra tonight.”

“Oh? What kind of something?” he asked, as though her seductive tone hadn’t made that obvious enough.

“You know the kind, Tyler,” Haylee said. “Not the gentle kind. And if you think I’m playing dumb, come see what I’m wearing.”

A brief silence followed. The faucet in the bathroom stopped running. The air in the master bedroom became hot and tense. Haylee could already picture her lover, gazing in the mirror, daring to let that other side of him come out.

Already breathing in anticipation, Haylee set her phone aside and awaited her lover’s arrival. He was the one who broke the silence, turning off the light to their bathroom and entering the room, wearing only those black pajama pants he rarely washed. In the casual light of their bedroom, he still looked like that same gentle soul that everyone praised. His tall, slim stature was so unthreatening and unimposing. His handsome, baby-face complexion seemed to put everyone at ease.

However, Haylee knew the truth behind that unassuming face. She also knew that her choice of sleeping attire, which consisted of an old gray shirt she’d promised to throw away and a pair of cheap white panties that she’d bought on sale, sent a not-so-subtle message.

In an instant, Tyler’s demeanor changed. He turned from a gentle lamb to a hungry wolf. A wide, mischievous grin formed on his face and his gaze on her narrowed. To anyone else, it would’ve been shocking and even a little scary. To Haylee, it got her feminine juices flowing in all the right ways.

“You never play dumb, do you?” said Tyler in a deep, masculine tone that defied his stature.

“No, I don’t,” Haylee replied.

“You know what that means, right?” he said, his grin widening with every word.

Tyler approached the bed. Every step he took might as well have been that of a titan. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder echoed in the distance, giving an ominous aura to his presence.

He was never that imposing. The man worked with animals and volunteered at charity events. Since high school, people knew him as the kind, soft-spoken man who never picked a fight and never raised his voice in anger. As Tyler’s gaze narrowed on her, she saw in him the capabilities that few imagined. The fact that he shared them with so few people only made it more intimate.

“It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to gentle, either,” Tyler said intently. “It’s going to be hard…very, very hard.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for. That’s what I want,” she said to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked her, always giving her an out.

“I’m sure…damn sure!”

That sealed it. Being a former Catholic School Girl, she didn’t curse unless she was serious. Tyler knew that. It was also the final confirmation he needed to let loose that hidden, yet powerful side of him that drove her so wild.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

“Believe me, my love. It’s what I want,” Haylee said intently.

The choice had been made. There was no going back for either of them. It was going to happen. Haylee was about to experience the harder side of Tyler Markson.

Like a predator pouncing on its trapped prey, he crawled up onto the bed and got on top of her. He wasn’t careful or considerate about it, either. He just hovered over her, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her hands to the side, leaving her both vulnerable and open to him. On a primal level, it was scary. At the same time, though, it was incredibly arousing.

“I believe you, Haylee,” he told to her in a deep, almost-menacing voice. “I also believe that what you want is only part of what you desire.”

What he said and how he said it sent shivers down her spine…exciting, exhilarating shivers that made her legs quiver from the growing arousal. Adding more fuel to the fire, Tyler hungrily kissed her.

It was not a soft, romantic kind of kiss, either. It was hard, complete with him shoving his tongue into her mouth and biting on her upper lip. It sent the clear message that he wasn’t just going to make love to her. He was going to ravage her and she was going to love every second of it. That was his promise and, even when that hidden side of his came out, Tyler was a man of his word.

After rendering her breathless by such heated kissing, he leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“Let’s get you naked,” he said to her.

Haylee just nodded, laying flat on her back as her ravenous lover did the rest. Like a beast unleashed, he ripped off her clothes, tearing through the oversized shirt she’d been wearing and ripping off her panties. The sound of shredded fabric filled the room, echoing over the sounds of the storm outside. It was ominous, yet uniquely stimulating.

Now fully naked, still lying under her lover’s domineering gaze, she shivered as the fresh air grazed over her exposed skin. At the same time, the growing warmth from her lover’s body mixed with hers, adding a sense of intimacy to such a heated mood.

“Stripped and exposed,” Tyler said as his scrutinized her nude form. “It’s already making you wet, isn’t it?”

As if to affirm his claim, he reached down between her legs and cupped her pussy with his hand. It sent another shiver up through her body, but one that had little to do with the cold air.

“Yeah, you’re definitely wet,” said Tyler with a lecherous grin, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give you my cock. You’re going to have to earn it!”

“I know,” Haylee said, still breathless, “and I will. I promise.”

“You better!”

In another act of controlling passion, Tyler grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. From there, he led her to the center of their king-sized bed, pushed her down so that she was on all-fours like a dog, and shoved her head towards his crotch, which now had a growing bulge. In the same way his more assertive side aroused her, being able to exercise that side had a similar effect on him.

“Do it. Suck me!” he ordered.

“Yes, my love,” Haylee said obediently.

With trembling hands, she grasped the side of his sweatpants and pulled them down to free his growing manhood. Once free, Tyler grabbed the side of her head and shoved it into her face, forcing her to take his length into her mouth. It was his way of telling her not to take it slow. They were not making sweet, passionate love tonight. What they were about to do was more basic and raw.

“Mmf!” Haylee gasped upon feeling his member between her lips.

“Yeah! That’s right,” Tyler said intently. “Suck my dick! Suck it hard!”

He set the tone, as he often did during acts of such heated intimacy. While keeping a firm grip on her head, he guided her into giving him the kind of hard, sloppy blowjob that few would’ve expected from a well-mannered, straight-A student who regularly volunteered at her local church.

Haylee volunteered just as eagerly to give her lover the kind of hardcore oral sex that he loved. Rising to the challenge, she sucked him hard and fast, really using her tongue to stimulate the most sensitive parts of her lover’s cock. She let it get messy and sloppy, not hiding the gagging and slobbering that such heated acts often incurred. She also knew how much he liked that. It even got him harder.

“Ohhh yes! Like that! Just like that!” Tyler grunted as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Harder and harder, she sucked him off. Beyond just setting the tone for their sex, it got him very erect. She could actually feel the veins in his manhood throbbing around her lips, aching for her sex.

She felt it in her own arousal, the burning heat between her thighs becoming unbearable. At one point, she reached between her legs and fingered her vagina, which got all the necessary juices flowing in preparation for the next step.

An extra-loud round of thunder followed. Looking up at her lover, she saw that Tyler had entered that state of mind in which the kind, gentle man became something far greater. Neither man nor beast, Tyler became a true embodiment of raw, masculine prowess.

In a perfect exercise of that prowess, Tyler commenced that next critical step. Having both achieved peak arousal, the time had come to turn their focused passion into something real.

“Enough!” bark Tyler, pulling her by the hair again to cease her oral sex. “I’m ready.”

“So am I,” she said, still panting heavily as saliva dripped down her chin.

“Then turn around and hold on. This is going to be harder than usual.”

It sounded more like a promise than a warning, as though the desire for a rougher brand of lovemaking extended deeper than the want for simple intimacy. Haylee didn’t have time to scrutinize it. Dazed by her arousal, she turned around and grabbed onto the headboard of their bed, still on all fours as her lover positioned himself behind her.

“Haylee…my beautiful, sexy love,” Tyler said as he shed his pants and threw them across the room.

“Tyler…take me!” she urged him.

Not needing more motivation at that point, Haylee braced herself as her lover positioned himself behind her. She really felt it when he grabbed her by the waist, his nails digging deep into her naked flesh as he aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. At that point, her heart raced and her lower body was fully ablaze with arousal.

Finally, he did it. With one fervent thrust of his hips, he entered her with his masculine flesh. Her world shook, but it was only the beginning.

“Oohhh Tyler!” she cried out.

Lust, passion, and that most primal urge to indulge in sensual delights took over from there. Like a man possessed by a beastie spirit, Tyler hammered away into her pussy, working his hips and pumping his cock within her tight folds. More thunder from the storm outside followed, but the commotion was easily overshadowed by the sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt. It was so hot and sensual while also being so raw and physical.

The bed rocked hard.

Her body rocked hard with it.

Everything about their sex was so hard and unhindered.

On top of all that, she loved it. Just as her love had promised, Haylee loved every second of it.

“Yes! Yes! Oohhh yes! Harder, Tyler! Fuck me harder!” she loudly proclaimed.

“You mean…like this!” he grunted.

He thrust into her with extra force, penetrating deeper, stimulating parts of her body that few dared stimulate. It was intense. She could only respond with louder moans of ecstasy. That was all the confirmation that Tyler needed.

He kept ravaging her, humping and pumping her with unfiltered lust. As he unleashed such immense energy, he leaned over and nibbled around her neck and ear. At one point, he even reached around and grasped her swaying breasts. He wasn’t gentle with that, either. He flat out squeezed it, pinching her nipples and sending a different surge of sensations coursing through her body.

Haylee could only respond with more squeals of delight. It quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm, but such rough, energetic sex made it difficult to process. She always came quicker and harder whenever she and Tyler pursued a less romantic brand of lovemaking. That didn’t make the pleasure any less enjoyable or intimate.

“Tyler…so hard! Coming…so hard!” was all Haylee managed to get out.

Her lover clearly didn’t hear her because he didn’t let up. He just kept humping away, even as she climaxed in the midst of their sex. Even as her body shuddered and her inner muscles contracted, he kept at it, indulging and immersing himself in her depths.

“Mmm…Tyler,” she said as he nibbled on her ear.

“Yeah…you like it like that!” he said. “I knew it!”

Once again vindicated, he kept at it, rocking her body and her world with his sex. At one point, the headboard started to dent parts of the wall. Tyler didn’t care and neither did she. It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d left a mark or two from their ravenous lovemaking.

She just kept holding on and indulging, soaking in more sensations as the experience unfolded. Somewhere along the way, Tyler shifted their bodies and turned her over so that she was on her back again. From there, he got on top of her and resumed their heated sex, humping her missionary style while she held onto his shoulders and kept her legs fully spread.

Such a position also allowed her to see the shifting expression on his face. It morphed from one of manly grit to passionate desperation. It was a rare and beautiful sight to her, seeing Tyler go through that range of passions. He was capable of both loving tenderness and intense lust. That kind of range captured the full essence of who Tyler was, as a man. It also reminded her why she fell in love with him.

As he experienced the breadth of those passions, Haylee sensed him getting close to his peak. She’d had more than her share of ecstasy at that point. It was his turn.

“Please…don’t stop,” Haylee urged him.

“I won’t,” Tyler said strongly. “I’m so…so close. I…won’t…stop!”

With one final push, he delivered the last round of hard humping. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, he had pushed himself hard. That final barrier to complete ecstasy was so close. Now clinging to his neck, gazing into his eyes with equal determination, she guided him into that blissful world.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“That’s it, Tyler! That’s it!” she said to him.

She doubted he heard her. That didn’t stop her from admiring the orgasmic spectacle that followed.

In one final thrust, he drove his manhood into her depths as much as he could before getting his releasing. Through heavy pants and labored grunts, Haylee eagerly accepted his manly load, allowing it to mix with her moist depths. She maintained her hold on him every step of the way, feeling his body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

It was a unique kind of ecstasy. It was not the kind that could be gained through slow, gentle lovemaking. They did plenty of that and while satisfying in its own right, there was something profound about the feeling they experienced when they expressed their love in its hard, unhindered glory.

“Haylee…” her lover said breathlessly as he soaked in the feeling.

“Shhh…take it easy, my love. I’m here,” Haylee said lovingly.

Like magic, the softer side of love that the rest of the world saw with them returned. As the rush of their sexual release subsided, they returned to that more tender mindset. Despite his exhaustion, Tyler kissed her again. Unlike before, it was as caring and affectionate as any lover could ask for.

The rain kept pouring outside, but the thunder had ceased. It was as though nature had let them know that they had done enough to exercise their most intense passions. Taking that to heart, Tyler withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Before long, they were just another loving couple, cuddling together in a naked heap atop their bed.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Tyler mused as he caressed the side of her face.

“What is?” she asked with a warm smile.

“How we can make sweet, beautiful love one night and fuck like animals the next,” he said. “I’m not going to lie. It kind of overwhelms me at times.”

“It shouldn’t,” Haylee assured him. “In case those orgasmic cries weren’t clear enough, I love both. And you do them so well!”

“That also overwhelms me,” he said in a more serious tone. “The fact that I have this side of me…this side that loves that harder, rougher brand of sex…what does that say about me?”

“You mean other than being a man of diverse sexual tastes?” she said coyly. “Well, as someone who loves you to no end, I think it also says you’re a man of immense passions. Some are harder to express than others. But when you do, it makes me feel special…knowing we can share those passions together.”

The following is a sexy short story about sexy dreams, sexy bedtime activities, and what happens when you blur the line between the two. It’s compound sexiness at its finest. Enjoy!

“Another late night,” sighed a restless Victoria Rhodes. “Why do I keep doing this to myself?”

She didn’t bother answering that question as she dragged herself through the front door of the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Jason Leeroy. She tried not to make much noise. It was past midnight and she was the only one on their floor who worked such erratic hours. Even though she was used to the demands of her job at the law firm, she always seemed out of synch with those around her.

The day still shouldn’t have been that long. Several clients insisted on dragging out basic legal proceedings and, ever the opportunist, she volunteered to cover the overtime. It should’ve been over in time for dinner. Instead, it went past sundown and beyond.

“Hell, I know why I do it,” she muttered as she closed the door behind her. “The real question is why I drag the people I love through the muck?”

Setting aside her keys and purse, Victoria gazed into the darkened apartment to see that her work life and personal life were woefully unbalanced. There was a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the sofa and a bunch of disheveled blankets strewn over the sides. It reminded her that she’d promised that she’d be home in time to catch up on some shows they’d been binge-watching. Once again, she broke that promise.

She hated breaking her promises, especially to someone who’d been so patient with her. Many of Victoria’s past relationships failed because her lovers couldn’t keep up with her ambition. Jason was the first to last more than a year as she pursued her goal of leading a major law firm. He just kept supporting her and she kept giving him reasons to regret it.

“I’ll make it up to you, Jason,” Victoria said under her breath. “I know I say that a lot, but I mean it. I really do.”

Sighing to herself and shaking her head, she made her way to the bathroom, stripped out of her overpriced business attire, grabbed a towel, and prepared herself for bed. She was tired, but still very restless. She wasn’t sure she could sleep, but she had to try. At the very least, she had to be rested so she could properly apologize to Jason in the morning.

“Quit making excuses,” Victoria told her reflection after washing her face. “You’ve found someone who loves and supports you. Don’t take it for granted.”

Still leaning over the sink, her face still wet and her mind still racing from a long day, she cast herself one last critical scold. Assuming she’d have plenty of time to resent herself tomorrow, she set aside the towel and retrieved a nighty from the laundry hamper. That was something else she should’ve done after work, taking care of the laundry that had piled up. It was yet another thing Victoria kept putting off.

Again, she set that issue aside and focused on getting some much needed rest. Now earing her black nighty and the same white panties she’d put on that morning, she turned off the light and retreated to the master bedroom she shared with Jason.

Not surprisingly, he was already fast asleep, the comforter barely covering his legs and waist. He looked peaceful, more relaxed and content than she’d ever been. It came so easy to him. It probably helped that he worked in the music industry, often with jazz artists and soft rock groups. She envied that ability to just lay back, unwind, and let a stressful day just melt away.

“Oh Jason,” Victoria said under her breath. “Finding peace comes so easy to you. If only we all had that talent.”

With a yawn and a light stretch, she carefully pulled back the covers and slipped into bed with her lover. His warm presence, alone, was enough to ease her anxious mind to some extent. As she snuggled up to him, though, she noticed something else.

He was naked. That was somewhat surprising. While it wasn’t that unusual for Jason to sleep naked, it rarely did so without the influence of a major summer heat wave. Even if it was the middle of spring, she still expected him to wear boxers. Having seen him naked many times before, as well as slept with him, Victoria shrugged it off.

Then, as she curled up closer, she noticed something else that further explained why he’d ditched the boxer shorts. Jason had a full-blown erection.

“Whoa,” Victoria said. “Someone is having a nice dream.”

As she laid next to her lover’s sleeping form, she sensed her observation had been more accurate than expected. That erection matter of male reflexes or morning wood. Jason really was dreaming. She could tell by his quickened breathing and rapid heartbeat. Even in the darkness, she saw how his expression shifted erratically. Those were not the signs of someone in a deep sleep.

“I stand corrected,” she said with a humored grin. “Someone is having a very hot dream.”

Jason stirred slightly in her presence, but didn’t wake up. Being such a heavy sleeper – a natural adaptation, as he called it, from having a father who played guitar and a mother who sang showtunes – it took a lot to wake him up. She didn’t think it allowed for such vivid dreaming, but the proof was rock-hard flesh pressing against the sheets.

“A hot sexy dream,” Victoria mused, “maybe that’s what I need…if only to remind myself why I push myself so damn hard.”

Snuggling closer to her lover, she found herself lightly embracing his sleeping form. In doing so, her thigh grazed over his rigid member. That got a reaction from Jason. She swore he cracked a smile in his sleeping form. Something about that made Victoria smile as well.

Still restless, she rubbed her thigh against it a little more, feeling the manly flesh along her smooth skin. It wasn’t just sexy. It was oddly refreshing, reminding her that she was still young, healthy, and in love with a handsome man. That was something that shouldn’t have required a reminder in the first place, but it still felt so right.

“Mmm…guess it’s not as hard for some people…figuratively speaking,” Victoria said under her breath.

Again, she rubbed her thigh against his hardened cock. She swore it got more erect under her touch. She saw his smile widen. She also felt parts of her body react as well. Even in her restless state – or because of it, even – she felt a twinge of arousal between her thighs.

That feeling, and all the implications that came with it, inspired a new recourse. If Victoria was going to overwork herself while overwhelming those she loved, then she might as well get creative with how she managed everything. Having a naked, fully-aroused man in her bed presented a unique opportunity.

“Maybe I need more than a dream,” she said in a deep, sensual tone. “Maybe I need something more real.”

Opting to take advantage of the opportunity, Victoria channeled her sexy side – a side that she hadn’t been able to exercise in quite some time. Looking up at her lover and recounting how her work habits had hindered their love life, she suddenly felt motivated to rectify that.

With a mischievous grin, she lightly pulled the covers back to reveal Jason’s rock-hard boner. For a brief moment, she marveled at how a man could get so aroused in his sleep. It helped that her lover was very well-endowed. Jason’s older brother once joked that the men in their family had their most extraordinary traits hidden by their ordinary stature. Seeing his manhood at full arousal made clear that it was no joke.

Victoria, already licking her lips intently, carefully grasped the hardened shaft with both hands. Jason reacted again, shifting a bit in the bed, but remaining asleep. Once he settled, the restless woman dared to take the intimate moment even further. Using a careful mix of tact and affection, she leaned in and began giving him oral sex.

“Mmm…yeah,” Jason gasped in his sleep.

It was a good sign. He must have thought he was having an especially vivid dream. Something about that encouraged Victoria even more. Glancing up at her lover through the darkness, she grew bolder and began sucking him off.

She was more careful than usual, going nice and slow, trailing her lips and tongue along the length of his cock. He was so hard. She could feel the veins bulging around her lips, throbbing with the kind of masculine arousal that evoked the most primal of desires. Tasting, licking, and savoring his manly flesh, the experience didn’t just intensify her own arousal. It helped purge from her the anxiety that had followed her home from work.

“You like it. I know you do,” she whispered, adding more vivid details to her lover’s dream. “I like it too. It’s getting me so wet.”

That wasn’t just dirty talk. As she continued sucking her lover’s cock, she felt her own horniness escalate from a twinge of heat to a firestorm of arousal. At one point, she released one hand from the base of Jason’s cock and slipped it into her panties, fingering and stimulating her outer folds to maximize her arousal.

Soon, they were both fully aroused. His dick was so hard and her pussy was so wet. Looking back up at her lover’s sleeping form, it might have been easy to just keep sucking until he got off. That way, she could convince Jason that he’d just had an especially graphic wet dream. However, that would’ve left her unsatisfied. It also wouldn’t have come close to making up for her broken promise.

“I can tell you want more, my love,” Victoria whispered to her sleeping lover. “Don’t worry. You’ll get exactly what you need. We both will.”

Like a sexy spirit of the night, she rose up and took off her clothes, sliding her nighty off over her head and slipping out of her panties. Once she was every bit as naked as her lover, she tactfully crawled atop his sleeping form. From there, she straddled his waist and aligned his cock with her pussy. Then, with the utmost care, she lowered herself onto him, his rigid flesh penetrating her moist folds in an intimate melding of their bodies.

“Ooh Jason!” she gasped in a muted tone.

She tired her best to not be too loud. That wasn’t easy under the weight of the intense sensations that followed. Somehow, whether by miracle or her ability to silence herself in the heat of the moment, Jason remained asleep. They were having sex, their intimate flesh fully entwined, and her lover was asleep. If it didn’t feel so good, it would’ve been hilarious.

However, Victoria’s first instinct wasn’t to laugh. With her throbbing pussy now squeezing Jason’s cock, she remained focused on turning his sexy dream into a blissful reality. She began moving her body, digging her knees into the bed and lightly holding onto his waist. Back and forth, she maneuvered her hips, working her folds along the length of his manhood. Along the way, she rubbed her swollen clit, supplementing every movement with more hot sensations. Even under such a steady, careful rhythm, the feeling quickly intensified.

“Jason…Jason, my love,” Victoria gasped.

“Victoria,” he gasped in a sleepy dazed.

Hearing him say her name, even in his current state, warmed her heart and gave greater meaning to their sex. For all she knew, his sexy dreams involved ex-girlfriends and celebrity bimbos he saw on TV. That wasn’t the case, though. In his sexiest dreams, she was there. She was part of those fantasies. If she hadn’t already been madly in love with him, she would’ve fallen for him on the spot.

“Yes, my darling. I’m here…with you…in your dreams,” she whispered in between blissful gasps.

Whether by instinct or reflex, Jason’s hands found their way to her hips. Victoria quickly took them and guided them to her breasts, allowing him to squeeze them as she rode his cock closer to the brink. She could tell by the way his expression contorted that he was close. She quickly made her way to that special plateau, as well.

She didn’t know if a man had ever brought his lover to orgasm in his sleep, but it couldn’t have been too common. It felt like one of those rare confluence of events that wasn’t impossible, but still improbable. Whatever the odds, it was happening with her and Jason. Victoria was about to climax and so was her lover.

She applied more pressure to her clit, digging her knees and feet into the bed even harder as she jerked her hips through a few more successive motions. She could already feel her lover’s cock throbbing inside her. He was about to pop his load. Then, just as his face contorted to the sweet sensations of his release, she felt it.

“Ohhh Jason!” Victoria moaned, no longer trying to mute herself.

It was like a blanket of bliss covering her from every angle, all those pent-up feelings from excessive work and broken promises washing away in that one moment. Like a woman possessed, she writhed atop her lover, closing her eyes and arching her back as the ripples of ecstasy coursed through her body.

The hard, rapid contractions of her inner muscles helped Jason get his share of ecstasy too. His moans complimented hers as he released a thick stream of manly fluid into her depths, their sexual juices converging in a perfect blend of ecstasy. It embodied the perfect feeling for such an unique set of events.

Coming home late, she’d expected to find her lover fast asleep. Finding him aroused, caught up in a very sexy dream, defied more than her expectations. It felt like a sign, of sorts. Even at a time when she was overworked and overwhelmed, there were opportunities to embrace those intimate passions that made all the work worthwhile.

After soaking in the feeling, committing every blissful sensation and the lessons they carried to memory, Victoria let out a content sighed and rolled off her lover. Their flesh now parted, she curled up next to Jason’s naked body, the post-coital afterglow doing plenty to ease her restlessness. Finally, she felt like she could get some much-needed sleep.

“That was great,” said Jason in an unexpected voiced.

Jarred from her dazed state, Victoria opened her eyes to see a beaming grin on her lover’s face.

“Jason…how long have you been awake?” she asked with an embarrassed, but amused look.

“Since I felt a beautiful woman crawl into bed with me,” he replied.

“And the raging boner you had before that?”

“What can I say?” Jason said with an innocent shrug. “I was having a hot dream. You just helped make it hotter.”

The following is a sexy short story I conjured while driving home from a trip to the beach. It’s the middle of summer and this is the time of year when people hit the road and go someplace fun. Sometimes, you can have a little fun along the way. I hope this story makes that point in a way that is both effective and sexy. Enjoy!

There was something uniquely peaceful about the open road, especially for Jade Alayna. For much of her life, she’d been sheltered and reserved. She came from a world of gated communities, country clubs, and prep schools. Since before she could walk, her entire life had been scheduled and structured. Her parents, teachers, and peers all worked tirelessly to ensure she stuck to the script and never deviated.

Ultimately, they failed. Just being on the open road, watching miles of undeveloped land pass by, was proof of that. There were no manicured lawns, intricately planned suburbs, or perfectly-organized structure. There was just dirt, fields, and grass. To most, it was ugly and unkempt. To Jade, it was a tangible sign that she had escaped her sheltered life, if only for a while.

A more powerful kind of proof sat next to her in the driver’s seat of the old Mustang. Ricky Pax, a man who’d never set foot in a country club or worn a prep school uniform, knew the open roads well. With messy hair that extended past his shoulder, clothes that had been bought at a discount, and a face that hadn’t seen a razor blade in weeks, he was the kind of rebellious loner who everyone told her to avoid.

Instead, she hooked up with him. Depending on how their trip panned out, she might even be in love with him.

“We got a couple hundred miles left to go,” he told her in that deep, masculine tone of his. “Roads tend to get emptier and bumpier in these parts. So if you’re a light sleeper, you’ve been warned.”

“I’ll be okay,” Jade assured her. “I’m in no hurry.”

“You say that like you’re being frisked by a cop,” Ricky said. “You sure you’re up for this?”

“If I weren’t, wouldn’t it already be too late?” she quipped. “I kind of missed my chance to pull back when I snuck away from campus, hopped three buses, and met up with you at a rest stop on the freeway.”

“Just making sure, babe. It ain’t every day a pretty girl ditches her clean-cut college uniform for a mini-skirt and a guy who pays his rent by hustling pool.”

“Well, then I guess today is your lucky day…the latest of many.”

Ricky cast her that rugged smile of his, looking over at her with that affectionate bravado that attracted in the first place. Even after carrying out a relationship in secret for seven months, it still got her heart racing. It also made parts of her body hotter and not because of the hot weather.

In some respects, she was even luckier than Ricky. Getting away from that overpriced private college, even for a weekend, was a real hassle. She had to convince her parents that she was going camping with some female friends and then convince her friends not to rat on her. She was definitely on the hook for a lot of favors for the rest of the year.

It was still worth it because the risk paid off. Jade got to meet up with the man who made her feel free, among other things. Logistically speaking, their paths never should’ve crossed. She’d only met him because he did odd jobs for a traveling Country music band that had played at a local restaurant near her school. He worked as an electrician and mechanic, getting his hands dirty and making things work. She only met him because she got lost looking for restroom.

Jade still vividly remembered that moment, opening the door to a utility room where a sweaty and shirtless Ricky Pax had been tweaking a fuse box to get the sound system working again. Looking back on it, she was amazed that her panties hadn’t caught fire from the heat in her loins. Everything that followed that fateful encounter had been an exercise in shedding the restraints that others had placed on her for so long.

“I know it seems like I’m just a pretty rich girl going through a rebellious phase,” Jade said, still gazing at Ricky as he watched the road. “Hell, this time last year, I hadn’t left the state, I didn’t have any tattoos, and I was a virgin.”

“To be fair, you were pretty eager to do something about that last one,” Ricky said with a smirk.

“That’s bound to happen when you live in a world where your whole fucking life is decided for you. My parents and all their preppy friends had it all figured out. Being the only girl in a family of three brothers, I was going to be the princess of the country club. I was going to wear all the pretty dresses, go to a nice school, and marry a nice boy who wouldn’t see me naked until our wedding night.”

“You stayed naked half the fucking day when you snuck over to my place last month. You wouldn’t even put on panties when you went out to the mail.”

“Hey, you try wearing those itchy uniforms for days on end,” Jade said. “Now that I think about it, the itch was just me telling myself how much I hated being my family’s pet project…this innocent little package that they could show off to all their friends.”

“They really thought you were innocent?” Ricky said with a humored chuckle.

“Let’s just say they didn’t ask questions when I took extra-long showers…or why I was especially fond of my electric toothbrush.”

Jade laughed to herself, but also resented how hard she had worked to enjoy the tiniest bits of personal freedom in her life. In such a structured world, she was expected to be a model of innocence and chastity. Since her protests never led to anything, she’d rebelled in other ways.

That often involved her doing little things like masturbating in the bathroom, sneaking beer under bleachers at school, and listening to music she knew her parents hated. Those small acts of rebellion added up, eventually culminating in her relationship with Ricky. After just a few nights with him, she could safely say the innocence and chastity her family pushed on her was long gone. Being on the open road felt like she was leaving that girl behind for good.

“Now that I look back on it, their idea of innocent was just code for something else,” Jade continued, her voice becoming more distant. “To them, innocence is just obedience. Virtue is just restraint. Love is just allegiance. And happiness is just what makes everyone else happy.”

“That’s pretty damn twisted,” said Ricky. “My dad’s idea of happiness is a beer, a beautiful woman, and a day where you didn’t have to put on pants.”

“You make him proud for all the right reasons…especially when you’re not wearing pants.”

“That’s probably the extent of my family’s trashy legacy.”

“It isn’t trashy if it leads you to happiness. That’s something you’ve taught me in so many ways these past few months. I’ve broken a lot of rules to be with you Ricky…done things that would get me in a world of trouble with my family. Not too long ago, that would’ve upset me. Now, every time I cross those lines to be with you…well, let’s just say I didn’t know a girl like me could be so happy.”

A twinge of heavy emotion filled her voice. Jade turned away from the open road and leaned over towards the driver’s side of the car, embracing her rugged lover. He returned the gesture, snaking his arm around her and holding her close. It probably wasn’t safe, forcing him to steer the car with one hand. She didn’t care and neither did he. Just being with him was dangerous, but that only made it feel right.

“Out here, in this open stretch of road, I can be who I want to be…feel what I want to feel…embrace who I want to embrace,” Jade said.

“And of all the non-name shmucks you could’ve embraced, you picked me,” said Ricky. “I’m honored and little turned on.”

“You picked me too. You didn’t have to involve yourself with a pretty girl for an affluent community who keeps mistaking you for a wandering hobo.”

“So long as that pretty girl keeps giving me reasons to go out of my way for her – whether it’s her beautiful smile or sexy ass – I’ll gladly let them look down on my trailer park ass.”

“And I intend to keep giving you reasons, Ricky,” said Jade. “That’s part of why we’re taking this trip…to be tougher and free on the road. I know it’s a risk, but I intend to make it worthwhile.”

In another act that would’ve horrified her parents, her teachers, and the state police, she leaned in closer and kissed Ricky’s bearded face. His favorable reaction caused him to tighten his embrace, but still kept his eyes on the road. That ability to stay so focused in a world that was so unstructured was just one of the reasons she’d fallen for him. It also was a huge turn-on.

As Jade kissed him, her loving gestures transformed into something bolder. She nibbled on his ear and reached down his torso, eventually finding that perfect package of man-flesh right between her legs. She wasn’t gentle with it, either. While teasing him with her lips, she firmly rubbed over that special bulge in his pants, once again affirming that she was not that innocent girl from a gated community.

“You’ve done a lot for me, Ricky…and to me, for that matter,” she whispered into his ear. “You dare to guide me into this unkempt, unstructured world. You make me feel things I was never allowed to feel…naughty, dirty things that make my legs weak and my panties moist.”

She gave her lover’s covered man parts a firm squeeze, evoking a deep grunt that forced him to tighten his grip on the steering wheel. He still ended up swerving somewhat, but that did nothing to dissuade Jade.

“You’ve also helped me become more daring, myself,” she said, her voice taking on a very seductive tone. “You think I just slapped on this mini-skirt and tank-top because it was hot? That was only part of the reason…the only unsexy part.”

Then, knowing Ricky was fighting to stay focused on the road, she pulled up her mini-skirt to reveal that she was wearing a very revealing thong. She’d gotten one between the time she snuck off the sheltered campus of her fancy private school to the moment she got into his car was an adventure, of sorts. However, she sensed he didn’t care for the details.

The deviant, unrestrained temptress that Ricky helped awaken kept pushing it. She kept kissing down the side of his face, stroking that bulge in his pants while fondling her inner thighs. It created a heat between that was not at all caused by the midday sun.

“Jade,” Ricky said intently, “I know what you’re doing.”

“So do I,” Jade said boldly. “I’m letting you know how much I want you. Out here, on the open road, we’re free. And I want to celebrate that freedom by feeling that big, manly dick of yours. Just thinking about it is making me so wet.”

“You don’t think straight when you’re horny…more so than most girls.”

“You’re right,” she said, “which is why I’m not going to think twice about doing this.”

Then, in an act that shed whatever innocence she still had, Jade undid her boyfriend’s pants and freed his dick from its confines. As soon as that long, manly flesh popped out, she undid her seatbelt and bent over so she could taste his cock directly. She showed no hesitation, either. In an act of deviance and defiance, she began giving her boyfriend oral sex.

She didn’t care that they were going over 70 miles-per-hour on the highway.

She didn’t care that it was broad daylight, either.

A truck, a cop, or a bus full of children could’ve passed by and they would’ve seen her slurping and slithering along the length of a man’s dick. Whether they were aghast or impressed, she didn’t let up. She went at it, giving the man who’d set her free the kind of oral sex that utterly defied the restraint she once exercised.

“Oh fuck! Jade…you’re doing it to me again,” Ricky grunted, now gripping the steering wheel as though it were the edge of a cliff.

“And what might that be?” she asked after licking the tip of his cock, as though she didn’t already know.

“You’re making me want to fuck you. And seeing as how we’re in on the road, in the middle of nowhere, and with nowhere to stop for miles…”

His words trailed off. Jade still hovered over his dick, stroking it hard as it throbbed within her grip. Looking up at her lover, she could tell he was fully aroused. He had that glint in his eyes…that look that conveyed that distinctly masculine drive. It was not the look of a refined gentlemen, like the ones Jade’s parents wanted her to marry. Ricky was a different kind of man…a man who brought out the real woman in her.

Without warning or hesitation, Ricky hooked the steering wheel to the side, pulling the dusty car over onto the gravel curb. It was a bumpy ride, so much so that Jade had to hold onto her lover, keeping a firm hold on his dick. That only made him more determined.

“Outside…now,” he said, upon turning off the engine and unlocking the doors.

“Outside…in broad daylight…for anyone to see?” Jade asked, as though she were aghast.

“Yes!” he said plainly.

Like a reflex, she pulled away from her lover’s lap and followed him out the driver’s side of the car. As she stumbled out, he grabbed her by the wrist and helped her to her feet. He then walked her towards the dirty hood of his car, his erect dick still hanging out of his pants. From there, he grasped her shoulders and kissed her hard on the lips. Jade instinctively kissed back, using their close proximity to keep stroking his member.

As their lips and tongues twirled together, Ricky pushed up the top part of her halter top and unclasped her bra. Her breasts now exposed to the midday sun, he reached up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He took full advantage of her exposed flesh, fondling her breasts and stroking her inner thighs, all while still kissing her in a way that perfectly blended raw lust with sincere affection.

A sharp gust of wind blew over the long stretch of road, flowing through her inner thighs and over her round breasts. That feeling of being so exposed in the open, unstructured world that had been hidden from her all her life wasn’t just liberating. It turned her on even more.

“Ricky…do me,” Jade gasped, “right here…over the hood of your car.”

“Turn around. Bend over,” was all he said.

It was such a crude, crass request, but Jade didn’t hesitate for a second. She wanted Ricky just that badly. It didn’t matter if they were out in the open and breaking laws. She wanted – no, she needed – to exercise her desire and the unrestrained freedom that came with it.

Not caring about the burning sun or all the dirt on the hood, Jade followed her burning desires and bent over the dirty hood of her lover’s old car, placing both hand on the hot surface. Ricky then positioned himself behind her, placing one hand on her hip and the other on her waist. She could already feel the tip of his manhood rubbing against her moist slit, adding more fuel to the raging firestorm of lust within.

“I always knew you weren’t that innocent,” he told her, leaning in and whispering into her ear. “A woman like you…she needs something more.”

That deep, husky tone of his sent her heart racing and her lust into overdrive. Thankfully, Ricky didn’t make her long to feed those burning needs.

With a firm thrust of his hips, he entered her. In an instant, her eyes widened, her nails raked down the hood of the car, and she let out a gasp that echoed throughout the open road. That hot feeling – the intoxicating, sensual feeling of manly flesh penetrating her womanly depths – sent her into a once-forbidden domain of ecstasy.

“Ohhh yes!” she cried out into the open air. “Fuck me, Ricky! Fuck me!”

Her lover replied with a manly grunt and dominating lust. His grip on her butt and waist intensified as he began moving his hips, penetrating and pumping into her with his throbbing member. It was a perfect melding of flesh, her body embracing his, forging an intimate link that further severed her ties from the world she’d escaped.

It also wasn’t lost on her that it was unfolding outside, under the afternoon sun, on a long stretch of highway in the middle of nowhere. If just one car drove past them in either direction, they would’ve seen everything – her and Ricky having sex, her breasts swaying and her pussy fully exposed. The virtues of modesty, restraint, and obedience shattered with every sensual movement and Jade loved every minute of it.

Ricky gave her even more reasons. As he fucked her at a heated pace, he explored the naked flesh that was usually concealed by itchy clothing. He fondled her swaying breasts, pulled on her long-flowing hair, and stimulated her swollen clit. That was something else he did that set him apart from the other men she knew. He didn’t just seek to please himself. He sought please her too.

“I’m gonna…do it, Jade,” he grunted. “You’re gonna…come…out here…for all to see!”

It wasn’t a promise or a goal. Ricky had never been one to just boast for no reason. He simply told her what was going to happen and she believed him. He was going to make her climax right on the side of the road.

He delivered, as Jade knew he would. He stepped up the pace, so much so that she had to lean over even more so that her breasts were pressed up against the hood. It was as though he was inside her mind, as well as her body. The way he touched and embraced her so intimately struck all the right nerves, literally and figuratively. He carried her to the edge of that special domain of bliss and she gladly followed him into it. When she entered that world of ecstasy, she let the world knew who took her there.

“Oohhh Ricky!” Jade exclaimed.

In an instant, burning desire turned into a firestorm of ecstasy. Sharp surges of orgasmic sensations shot up from her core, spreading out in every direction like a raging river. Jade didn’t hold back in the slightest. She threw her head back so that the heavens could see the look of joy on her face as she climaxed with her lover. She barely even noticed her nails scratching down the hood of the car.

“You see?” Ricky said to her. “That’s what you need…to be free and unhindered.”

Jade couldn’t imagine a more effective way of making that point and not just because she was in an orgasmic daze. It wasn’t that long ago that she felt so trapped by the affluent world of her home town. Even when she followed all the rules, she never felt free. She always had to hold back, as though there was something inside her begging to get out.

Then, she met Ricky, a man who unleashed her spirit. Her phony-innocence had been shackles and he broke her free of that. If she had any doubts about how much he meant to her, they were long gone.

Still beaming with orgasmic energy, Jade tapped into that unbridaled spirit and seized the moment. In an act that caught Ricky off-guard for once, she pulled away, turned around, and drew him into another tight embrace. In the process, she jumped up into his arms, his throbbing manhood still radiating plenty of desire.

“Ricky,” she said in a deeply seductive voice. “Keep fucking me. Fuck me until you feel as free as I do right now.”

“Really? You look pretty free, Jade,” he said playfully.

“Do it!” she urged him. “I don’t care if a convoy of nuns passes by. I want it…and I know you want it too.”

As good as he was at getting her hot, Jade knew how to motivate her lover. A certain tone in her voice, mixed with a special seductiveness that could only come from a spirit freed of its confines, inspired her lover to keep doing her on the side of the road.

Not knowing if a convoy of cops were on their way, Ricky set her down on the hood, hooked her legs around his waist, and aligned their bodies once more. With another thrust, he entered her again. Their throbbing flesh united, he continued their sex, but with more urgency.

He was so focused and thorough, a man on a mission to embrace the same spirit as hers. Jade did her part, holding onto his shoulders and making sure her breasts bounced with every thrust. She watched as his face twitched and contorted in anticipation. She locked her eyes on his, caressing his face and digging the balls of her feet into his back, which she knew he loved. Just as he had done for her, she guided him into a world of ecstasy.

“Jade…I’m coming!” Ricky grunted.

“Yes, Ricky…come with me,” Jade said to him.

The feeling struck. Ricky’s expression became awash in ecstasy as he delivered the final round of thrusts. Then, his body trembled. His member tensed. In that moment when ecstasy took its purest form, he let out a moan so masculine she swore the ground trembled.

As her lover took in the feeling, Jade’s smile never waned. She continued caressing his unshaven face, embracing him on the hood of his car, under the son, and on the side of a long, vacant road. She felt his hold on her tighten, his burning desire morphing into loving passion. When he opened his eyes, she saw more than the look of a satisfied man. She saw the eyes of the man who had set her free.

“I love you, Jade,” Ricky said to her.

“I love you too, Ricky,” said Jade.

“Want to get back on the road? Or do you want to do it again in the back seat?”

“We’re a couple of free spirits on the open road…we’ll follow wherever our desires lead us!”