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“The Great Exchange” A Sexy Short Story (For Halloween)

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The following is a sexy short story involving beautiful women and sexy demons. With Halloween just a few weeks away, I thought I’d get everyone in the spirit with a little supernatural sex appeal. Enjoy!

In every involving demons, devils, angels, and saints, there was a common theme. Anyone who dared make a deal with them often paid a high price. It didn’t always involve their soul, either. The moral of those stories was clear. Do things the “right” way and the right people got rewarded. Do things in a selfish, short-sighted way only led to loss and misery.

There was just one glaring problem with those stories.

They only ever told stories with a certain outcome, namely the one that helped ignorant idealists idealist sleep better at night.

Delilah Davidson had heard all those stories too. Growing up in a small, conservative town full of uptight, traditional people, she knew most of them by heart. Nobody ever questioned them. Everyone just assumed they were simple, right, and true. Then, she dared to defy every one of those stories when she made a deal with a demon…a real, non-metaphorical, full-fledged demon.

“I’m willing to pay that price. I’m willing to take that chance.”

Those were Delilah’s exact words when she made that fateful decision years ago. She told them to the reflection of her 17-year-old self that appeared in a dirty mirror at a cheap motel. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but she still remembered that day vividly.

It was the day she and her inept, deadbeat mother got kicked out of their apartment a week before her high school graduation.

It was also the day that a demon named Sephiron appeared to her with an offer.

On that day, Delilah learned two important lessons. Firstly, demons were real. That much, the stories got right. Secondly, the narrative surrounding demons, angels, and every mythical creature in between was far more complicated than anyone realized.

“Tonight’s the night, Delilah…our favorite night of the year,” his demonic voice echoed, just as the clock struck midnight.

“Halloween,” Delilah said with a wide grin. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I know you have. And, once again, it’ll be worth the wait!”

“It always is, Sephiron. It always is.”

Just as she had years ago, Delilah said that to her reflection in a mirror. Unlike that fateful day, the mirror was within a spacious bathroom in her luxurious penthouse in the heart of a city known for bloated real estate prices. The woman in that reflection was different to, but in a far more profound way.

Having just gotten out of the shower, she gazed at the voluptuous figure that had graced magazine covers and ad campaigns. It was a far cry from the painfully average, unremarkable girl who once got laughed off the cheerleading squad when someone found out she’d stuffed her bra water balloons. Those same people who once laughed later gasped when they watched her leave her hometown, become a professional model, and start her own advertising company.

To date, she had a nine-figure net worth. She’d been romantically linked to celebrities, influential politicians, and even royalty. Her penthouse was over five times larger than the two-room shack she’d grown up in with her mother. Most nights, it was the sight of luxurious lounging or decadent parties.

Tonight was different. On this night, Halloween, she’d canceled every engagement, personal or otherwise. She’d locked her doors, blacked out her windows, and informed her security detail to not bother her for the next 24 hours. She had an eventful night ahead of her.

“You know the drill, my dear,” said Sephiron, his voice echoing throughout her spacious bathroom. “Lose the towel. You won’t be needing it or any other attire for the rest of the night.”

“I wasn’t planning on wearing anything to begin with,” she replied with a laugh.

With little hesitation, she let her towel drop to the floor, exposing her naked body to the mirror. Even though she only saw her reflection, she could sense Sephiron’s eyes on her. From her ample breasts, curvy hips, and flawless skin, her body had been admired by many. However, only Sephiron could admire just how far she’d come.

It was no secret to anyone who’d known her. Delilah went from being an unattractive nobody to a stunning, successful women with a reputation for dominating everyone in a room. She could wear a cheap dress to a wedding and still be more attractive than the bride. She had the looks, skills, and personality that could entice anyone in an instant. From attractive men who wanted to sleep with her to shallow women who wanted to be like her, she dominated them all.

None of those feats would’ve been possible without Sephiron. He – and this particular demon was, indeed, a man – used forces beyond nature to change her fortunes. In terms of looks, she became a “late bloomer” to the greatest extent possible. People went from ignoring her to being hopelessly drawn to her. Delilah eagerly took advantage of those looks and the attention it got her.

She seduced, indulged, schemed, and manipulated her way to success. Sephiron gave her the tools. She used them to the utmost. However, as was often the case, they came at a price. It just so happened that she paid that price every Halloween.

“Come, Delilah. Join me in the bedroom,” said Sephiron.

“I’m coming, my darling,” said Delilah, already getting aroused by that deep, demonic voice.

Leaving the towel, her clothes, and her usual domineering poise behind, the attractive woman who once only dreamed of such an opulent lifestyle exited her private bathroom. Upon entering the master bedroom, she saw an imposing, inhuman figure lying on her bed. For some, he was the stuff of nightmares. For a select few, he was the source of many sexy dreams.

“Sephiron,” Delilah said, her words echoing with lustful awe, “it’s been a long, agonizing wait.”

“Speak for yourself, my lovely host,” the figure said. “Some run from, resist, or resent this part of their deal with a demon. But you’re different.”

“That’s because I don’t just accept it. I embrace it.”

Without fear, dread, or trepidation, she made her way to the bed. Every step brought the demonic features of the figure into view. His appearance, his presence, and his gaze would’ve terrified a lesser soul. It only emboldened hers.

Sephiron’s features was fairly typical for a demon, according to him. He had dark red skin, matching red eyes, pearly white teeth, and jet-black hair. His physique was also distinctly masculine, bearing a tall, toned, well-muscled body that looked like it had been chiseled from stone. While he didn’t have a tail, like the devil creatures of lore, he did have horn-like structures on his forehead. However, that was far from his most notable feature.

“I can see you’re already in the Halloween spirit,” Delilah said, her gaze narrowing on his lower body.

“Demons are always excited this time of year,” he said with a devious grin. “Some are just more overt about it than others.”

“Overt, indeed,” she said.

It was another aspect of demon physiology that rarely made it into morality fables for children. Demon like Sephiron were exceptionally endowed. They had long, thick penises that functioned on a level that wannabe studs could only dream of. They knew how to use them too. Delilah knew that better than most.

Demons were creatures born of and driven by fleshly desires. They were hedonism incarnate. They could leave a moral soul overwhelmed or astonished, depending on the nature of their dealings. That nature had complexities that rarely found their way into common notions about demons. Delilah understood them better than most. Sephiron knew that. He even seemed to appreciate it.

“Come,” he said, extending his hand, “join me on this bed.”

“I graciously accept your invitation, my lord,” Delilah replied.

It was a critical formality for human/demon dealings. Upon arriving at her bed, she accepted Sephiron’s open offer. She took his hand and got into bed with him. His touch was hot. His presence was so powerful. The creature exercised that leverage fully, wrapping her in his powerful arms and greedily groping her naked flesh.

“Mmm…mortal, female flesh,” Sephiron said, his every word seething with lust. “It’s every demon’s favorite treat.”

“I am your host. I give it to you willingly, my lord,” said Delilah without fear or hesitation.

“Spoken like a true whore…an honest, genuine, self-aware whore.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Trust me, my darling host. It’s not. Even the noblest angels in Heaven would agree!”

The creature laughed before tightening his hold on her, drawing her into the center of the bed and raking his demonic figures over her body. He also began tasting her flesh, kissing down her neck and nibbling around her naked skin. His touch sent hot shivers coursing through her body, triggering an arousal like no other.

“Oh my Lord…my dark, demonic Lord,” she gasped. “Take me!”

Her vocal proclamation helped unleash more ravenous lust from the creature. He laid her down on the bed, hovered over her with his domineering form, and attacked her voluptuous body with his hands and lips. Delilah offered no resistance. She just laid there in total submission, a far cry from the domineering personality she usually exercised in intimate moments.

“Yes, my Lord. I submit. I freely…openly…submit to you,” she said, moaning in delight at Sephiron’s hungry touch.

He stepped up his efforts, squeezing her breasts and biting around her neck. More hot sensations followed, sending her deeper into a state of pure lust. Beyond making her extremely horny, her words affirmed the most important component of any deal.

Like all demonic creatures, Sephiron couldn’t force a host to submit to him. It had to be given willingly. He and his kind called it the Great Exchange. It was meant to ensure balance between the world of mortal humans and that of supernatural beings. Forcing it caused disruptions on both ends, regardless of how noble or selfish the deal might have been.

Delilah’s deal was simple, compared to most. Sephiron helped her get what she wanted. He made her aware of the price she had to pay and the associated consequences. She willingly agreed to all of it. Halloween, fittingly enough, was the night the Great Exchange was once again balanced.

After doing plenty to make her wet and horny, Sephiron abruptly ceased his foreplay. He continued hovering over her, the dim lighting of candles and shaded lamps casting him in an unholy aura. She remained flat on her back, looking up at him in a mix of awe and desire.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you, as any responsible demon should,” he said while hungrily caressing her face.

“I’m sure you have,” said Delilah.

“You’ve been as deviant as ever,” he told her. “You’ve been exceedingly ruthless in the board room, cutting deals and crushing competition. You made a few enemies, but you also added another 20 million dollars to your personal fortune.”

“More like 22.6 million, but close enough,” she quipped.

“You’ve even more deviant in the bedroom,” Sephiron continued while fondling her breast. “You broke up with that athlete who wanted to marry you. You slept with the nephew of a rival consulting firm, who happened to be engaged. You took part in a three-way involving a former business partner and his wife. You even organized a sex party in a hotel at your last convention…one that included strippers, drugs, and enough debauchery to make a demon blush.”

“You forgot the best part. It took place on the same floor that lawyers from a rival company were staying at. We made sure they didn’t get a wink of sleep and woke up fuming with envy!”

Sephiron laughed, his demonic voice making the walls and blacked out windows tremble. Now leering over her with one hand on her breast and the other on her face, he gazed upon her with a unique kind of admiration…one most wouldn’t expect of a demon.

“You’re such a naughty woman,” he said.

“That, I am,” she affirmed.

“Naughty, but not bad…cunning, but not cut-throat…selfish, but not cruel.”

“You say that like it makes you horny…really, really horny,” said Delilah in a seductive tone.

“Oh, you know how much it turns me on. You know damn well how much demons and angels alike treasure such balance. You know what you want. You know what you’re willing to sacrifice to get it. Tonight, the night of All Hallows’ Eve, I take what you willingly give. I do my part to maintain the balance, as you have done yours.”

As he said those ominous words, the large hunk of man-flesh hanging between his legs became hard and erect. It did so with an efficiency that defied all traditional notions of male biology. Even the most endowed of men would’ve been envious while any woman with a healthy sex drive would’ve gasped at the prospect of having such a penis inside her.

Delilah licked her lips in anticipation, her inner thighs already hot with arousal. She’d gone an entire year, not knowing that demonic endowment. No matter how much debauchery she engaged in or how many men she slept with, none came close to captivating her lurid desires as much as this imposing demon. It was part of the price she’d paid for everything she’d gained and one that helped make Halloween her favorite holiday.

“Now, my sweet, decadent host. I shall ravage you in the name of the Great Exchange!” Sephiron proclaimed.

With that booming voice, echoing with burning lust and divine authority, Sephiron grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. Then, his every breath seething with fleshly hunger, he laid on top of her, aligning his throbbing demon dick with her pussy in the process. Finally, he thrust his hips forward, driving his manly flesh into her. The exchange had officially begun.

“Oohhh yes!” the decadent woman cried out. “Ravage me, my wonderful host! Ravage me!”

The air grew hot.

The lights flickered.

The room shook.

It was really happening. A powerful, lust-filled demon was having sex with her on Halloween. He was not gentle or tender with his lusts, either. Demons weren’t known for loving sentiments during sex. They fucked their hosts and they fucked them hard.

Sephiron fucked harder than most, or so he claimed. He held her legs further apart, pushing the limits of her feminine flexibility. He was so forceful with every movement, pumping his large cock within the throbbing folds of her womanhood. It filled her to the utmost, snaking and slithering within her depths, stimulating parts of her body that no man could. Intense surges of hot sensations coursed through her body. They were so intense that Delilah writhed erratically under the demon’s leer, clutching the sheets of bed as she took in every sensation.

The only way to process it was to submit complete to this powerful creature. Compared to how Delilah usually approached sex, it was an utter role reversal. Most men, even those exceptionally confident and endowed, could rarely resist her seductive charms. It was part of the exchange she’d received from Sephiron. In addition to great beauty and material success, she could entice any desired lover. While that made for abundant lovers and ample sex, she always ended up having to play the dominant role.

With Sephiron, she was the one dominated. Mortal men might not have been able to resist her beauty, but a demon had no such vulnerabilities. In Sephiron’s presence, she became a slave to her decadent desires, drunk on lust and unable to resist. It was such an unfamiliar predicament, but that was part of what made it so exhilarating.

“Yes! Yesss!” Sephiron hissed. “Take it, my beautiful host! Take it!”

The beautiful, powerful woman could only moan submissively under the creatures ravenous fucking. She descended deeper into a state of maddened lust. As Sephiron humped harder, he leaned in and tasted her naked flesh, drawing her into hungry kisses that further affirmed his dominance over her.

To those unprepared for such a feeling, it might have been terrifying. It certainly had been the first time she experienced such an exchange. Being ravaged by a demon often blurred the line between pain and pleasure, but the result was always the same. The sex was truly – and ironically – divine in terms of its impact.

“Ooh fucking hell!” Delilah exclaimed. “I’m coming! I’m already…coming…ahhhh!”

“That’s it, my host. Embrace it!” Sephiron seethed. “Embrace the unholy pleasure!”

Her mind, body, and spirit entered a special domain as her climax drew near. It happened faster than most women thought possible. Then again, most women didn’t know the sexual prowess of a demon like Sephiron.

He sensed it coming too. His grin widened and his eyes flashed bright red. He worked his hips harder, causing the whole bed to rock as he penetrated deep. When it hit, it was akin to being possessed by a powerful force, one born of raw pleasure and primal desire.

“Ohhhhhh hell yes!” she cried out.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her back arched and her toes curled.

Her inner muscles throbbed and contorted as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

It didn’t just leave her in a state of ecstasy. It effectively completed Sephiron’s dominance on her. It reminded her that, as part of their exchange, she could only experience such pleasure through him. Doing so meant complete submission for one night after domination on every other day of the year. Even after Sephiron released his hold on her thighs, she remained in that submissive state.

“You feel that? That’s what you can never feel,” he said right into her ear. “Only through me…through the Great Exchange…can you know the ecstasy of pure submission.”

Delilah replied only with a slurred gasp. She was so dazed by her release that she could hardly move, act, or think straight. It was a feeling she could never achieve with other lovers, no matter how much she indulged. It was part of the price she’d paid for all the benefits she’d enjoyed, but she wasn’t done paying it yet.

As the creature’s lurid words echoed within her mind, he resumed the hard fucking. He didn’t have to hold her legs apart, this time. He just hitched them over his shoulders, grabbed her by the wrists, and pinned her arms up over her head. Then, his eyes still glowing bright red, he locked his gaze with hers and made a hard push for another form of ecstasy.

“Accept your submission…as I fill you with my demon seed!” he proclaimed.

Harder and faster, Sephiron pumped his dick inside her still-throbbing pussy. She could feel it slithering and probing her, as though it had a mind of its own. She knew what was coming. She could only do so much to brace herself. Once again, she submitted to the feeling that followed.

“By the hottest hellfire…yesssss!” Sephiron exclaimed.

His demonic muscles tensed and he delivered one last thrust, filling her depths to the utmost. Then, he released into her a load of demon-laced cum. It filled her insides with a force that she felt in the depths of her soul, putting her in a state that defied words and feelings.

She’d been warned about it, even before she agreed to the deal. When a mortal woman fucked a male demon, there were fluids involved. Sephiron told her outright that while demons couldn’t impregnant mortal women, contrary to popular lore, it often had intoxicating effects. He described it as a drug that no earthly substance could hope to match. It didn’t just incur more pleasure. It put women like her into a unique state that blurred the lines between the real world and the spiritual world.

Upon feeling that substance inside her womb, Delilah’s head started spinning and her perceptions became skewed. All around her, the scenery of her upscale condominium disappeared. In its place, walls of hellfire and hellish landscapes appeared before her. The only relic of her world that remained was the bed. It was like Sephiron had just taken her to Hell so he could continue ravaging her in his own domain.

“Oh hell…” Delilah moaned through her dazed state.

“Indeed, my host. Indeed,” he said to her.

She barely had time to recover before the hulking creature kissed her, forcing his snake-like tongue into her mouth. It didn’t just silence her from further musings. It reminded her that the exchange was far from over.

Unlike most men, even those with exceptional stamina, demons didn’t stop at shooting a single load. They didn’t have a refractory period either. Their dicks stayed hard for as long as they desired and demons were known for having immense desires. Without such limits, Sephiron could fuck her as much as necessary to achieve the proper balance. Given all the benefit he’d given her, there was plenty to balance out.

“Not everyone can handle it. Even fewer can embrace it,” Sephiron told her, briefly ceasing the kissing so she could get some much-needed air. “That’s what make you special Delilah Davidson. That’s also what makes our deal more productive than most!”

Again, she couldn’t respond with words in such a deep daze. However, she still offered him a lurid smile the likes of which only a demon could appreciate. He responded with a grin of his own, the prospect of maintaining the balance seeming less laborious than it should’ve been.

From that moment forward, little more was said. Actions of a very decadent kind did all the talking. Now both intoxicated and still overwhelmed by desire, Delilah submitted herself to more demon-fueled ravaging. It was part of the exchange and Sephiron was always motivated to re-establish that balance.

Armed with that dominance, alongside her submission, the divine sex resumed. Sephiron lifted her up in his arms, turned her over, and laid her flat on her stomach before re-entering her from behind. While pressing her face against the bed while she still clung to the sheets, he humped her with the same vigor as before. When she came again, her orgasmic cries were muffled by the sheets. From that point forward, her world became a steady succession of ravenous sex and intense orgasms.

Sephiron took full advantage of her dazed state, fucking her in multiple positions at multiple angles. Her did her doggy style while pulling her hair and biting around her ear. He laid her on her side and did her at an angle that once again pushed the limits of her flexibility. He even held her up in his arms and bounced her up and down his hulking cock, holding her chin and making her look in his glowing eyes as she climaxed again.

“Again! Come again, my lovely host!” Sephiron said, as if to will her orgasms into existence.

She responded with more orgasmic cries, which prompted more heated ravaging. He didn’t let up. He was a demon. His lust could not be sated like a typical man.

That meant he didn’t just restrict himself to fucking her pussy. At one point, he tested her oral sex skills, pushing her head between his legs and shoving his cock into her mouth. He tested her ability to deep-throat a big cock, straining her jaw muscles and making her ingest his demon cum, which further intensified the drug-like effects.

While still gagging from her oral skills, he turned her on her side and entered her anally. That triggered a fresh round of sensations that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. At that point, Delilah was completely lost in this hellish domain of heavenly bliss.

“Oohhh yes!” she cried out, as if to let Heaven and Hell know what she wanted.

Before long, sexual fluids from her and her demon lover were seeping from every orifice. Sephiron made it a point to leave no inch of her naked skin untouched, untasted, or unstimulated. His stamina, flexibility, and sheer capability ensured he do it in ways that no man could hope to match.

To those who didn’t take the Great Exchange seriously, it might have been torture. For her, a woman who freely chose this deal, accepting the costs and responsibilities with it, the experience was something else entirely. Just as Sephiron took great satisfaction in maintaining the balance, she took just as much satisfaction in sharing it with him.

“The balance…is once again restored,” he whispered into her ear after yet another orgasm.

In her dazed, intoxicated state, it was difficult to surmise how long Sephiron ravaged her or how many orgasms they’d experienced. Being covered in sweat and various sexual fluids indicated it had been quite a while.

It only ended when Sephiron ceased his humping, cupped her face again, and kissed her one last time in a way not driven by lust or hunger. At that same moment, his eyes shifted from bright red to light blue, as if to signal that some sort of threshold had finally been met.

“Delilah Davidson, my host,” he said to her, “our exchange is once again complete.”

“Mmm…complete indeed,” she said with a satisfied grin.

“I’m also inclined to remind you of the price you’ve paid,” he told her. “By giving yourself to me once a year, you ensure that you can never be satisfied by a mortal lover. You can love, lust, and connect. But only through me…a demon, not of this world…can you be satisfied.”

After what Sephiron had just done to her, Delilah didn’t need convincing that demon sex was hotter than anything she could get from men or women. However, it was also part of the price she paid to get what she wanted.

She could indulge in her success, using her beauty and dominance to get all the sex, comforts, and luxuries she wanted. They might make her feel good. They might even make her feel fulfilled to some extent. However, they could never satisfy her. Only Sephiron could do that and she could only enjoy that feeling once a year on Halloween.

It was not an easy price to pay. At times, it was frustrating. Despite those issues, Delilah had no regrets. Most who made deals with demons and respected the Great Exchange felt that too. She liked to think she respected it more than most.

“I gladly pay that price…my dear host,” she said to him. “Thank you…for making doing your part.”

“And I shall continue to do so, for as long as the balance is kept,” Sephiron replied.

In a gesture that seemed unbefitting of a demon, Sephiron smiled affectionately. With the exchange complete, he withdrew his member from her. More fluids spilled out from her inner thighs, but she didn’t mind. Chances were she’d be sore tomorrow. She didn’t mind that, either. She made that clear to Sephiron, smiling back and kissing his forehead, as if to thank him for his reminder.

The intoxicating effects from his demon cum quickly wore off. The flaming hellscape that had manifested around them faded. She found herself back in the master bedroom of her condo, as though she’d never left. Sephiron told her that the effects of demon fluids were intense, but they rarely lasted. That was probably for the best. Something that intense had to be limited in order to maintain that precious balance.

The experience complete, the imposing creature laid her naked, disheveled body down on the bed. Her hair was a mess. There were scratch and bite-marks all over her body. The same woman that dominated her way to wealth, success, and indulgence looked like she’d been ravaged. Such a sight seemed to satisfy Sephiron almost as much as the sex they’d just had.

As she lay on the bed, he levitated above her, his body starting to fade in a reddish mist. Even in her drained state, she kept smiling as she looked up at her demon lover. She got what she wanted from him. He got what he wanted from her. They both got what they wanted with their arrangement. From Heaven to Hell, through angels and demons, it was a truly fitting exchange.

“Another year has come and gone. You continue to uphold the balance,” Sephiron said as he faded before her eyes. “I hope you understand how special that makes you.”

“I can’t claim…to understand,” said Delilah. “All I know is…you keep reminding me.”

 

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“Stay With You” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story mixed in with some heavy dramatic elements. It’s a sad fact of life and romance. Sometimes, things get rough. You seek comfort with someone, even if it means breaking a few rules to get it. Please note that this story is a bit more intense than some of the others I’ve written, but I wanted to mix it up a bit. I hope it’s still enjoyable.

“This is all your fault, Jason!”

“Of course, you’d say that! How could it not be? Please, tell me in your stupefying wisdom how it’s my fault we’re getting sued!”

“It’s your goddamn name on the summons! What, did you forget how to fucking read?”

“And it’s your goddamn name on the police report, Lana! Which do you think the lawyers will care about?”

“I was protecting my oldest daughter. What was I supposed to do?”

“You had a kitchen knife and a baseball bat with you! You were the one who picked that fight. You’re the one at fault!”

The shouting, bickering, and anger echoed through wall of what used to be a peaceful suburban home. Tanya Griswold could hear it, even in the basement where she’d moved her bedroom two years ago. She’d thought the extra space would provide a badly-needed buffer between her and her parents. Unfortunately, she underestimated how loud they could be.

Lying on her bed, curled up in a fetal position while holding a pillow to her head, Tanya tried to shut it out. That was easier said than done. Her parents had a knack for making their voices heard, but for all the wrong reasons. When they got into arguments, they did not hold anything back. They often skipped the part where tensions escalated slowly and let everything erupt into a rage-filled shouting match. In fact, shouting might as well have been second nature to them.

Tanya should’ve been numb to it by now. She’d heard her parents fight all her life. She and her older sisters, Maggie and Patricia, grew used to it to some extent. Her parents were stubborn, combative people, by nature. Most everyone in the neighborhood knew that. It was only in the past several years that things got bad to a point that tore at her heart.

“That asshole husband of hers was going to hurt her. It was self-defense!” her mother shouted as the argument continued.

“They were hurting each other. We both saw the bruises. You made it worse by getting involved!” her father shouted back.

“Is that the story you’re buying into? You really don’t believe your own daughter?”

“I’m a lawyer. I believe what witnesses and the official police reports say. Trust me, this is not a case of self-defense!”

Tanya squeezed the pillow against her head harder, closing her eyes and trying to shut it out. It was no use. The argument continued and showed no signs of abating.

It was enough to make her regret being the youngest of three girls. Even as a senior in high school, she’d been counting down the days, hours, and minutes to when she could graduate and move out of the house. That way, her parents could yell at each other all they wanted. At the moment, it felt like a distant pipe dream.

“Four months, two weeks, and five days,” Tanya said to herself. “Just hold out for another four months, two weeks, and five days.”

She repeated that mantra again and again, if only to drown out the shouting. Her parents never needed much reason to raise their voice, but they’d had more than usual, thanks to her older sisters. They’d both gotten married fairly young. Maggie even managed to get pregnant in college, forcing an impromptu wedding that nobody had been ready for.

Whether by bad luck or poor choices, both her sisters had married men they never should’ve married. Tanya’s Uncle Maxwell once joked that they’d fallen in love with great boys, but married lousy men. In hindsight, it was no joke. Tanya had seen first-hand how her sisters dated certain boys in their youth, but chose to marry certain types of men once they got older. It was like they’d experienced real love that fulfilled them emotionally, but preferred a rigid partnership that benefited them socially and financially.

It was so shallow, even by the standards of their affluent community. The men her sisters married were successful and well-connected, but had next to no chemistry with them. Anyone with functioning eyes and ears could see that. That was why it didn’t surprise her in the slightest when both marriages faced trouble. Patricia had already gone through a messy divorce that ripped holes through the family, but Maggie’s promised to be worse, especially after her mother paid her soon-to-be ex a visit.

Tanya still didn’t know all the details. She didn’t even want to know the details. Her father, being the skilled lawyer he was, had been throwing the details in her mother’s face ever since it happened. It was so bad that she purposefully stayed late at school, hoping it would abate by the time she got home. She ended up being wrong. It was so bad they barely noticed when she came home soaked from the rain after a storm rolled in.

“I’m fine. School’s going great, by the way. I’m so excited to go to college out-of-state,” Tanya had said while her parents were arguing in the living room. “By the way, aliens invaded this afternoon and unleashed a swarm of killer robots. We all have three hours to live.”

They hadn’t heard her. They didn’t even react. Her parents just waved to acknowledge her presence before they continued fighting. She doubted they heard her storm downstairs to her room and slam the door shut.

“I’m starting to wish those killer robots were real,” Tanya muttered to herself. “I’d rather face them than an entire night of this shit.”

She pressed her face harder into her pillow, but it was no use. She could still hear the shouting, the arguing, and the profanity. She even heard some dishes breaking and chairs being knocked over. It was enough to make the floor shutter.

It was too much. She had to get away.

“Fuck this!” she cried angrily. “I can’t stay here tonight!”

With tears in her eyes and anguish in her heart, she stormed out of her bedroom, not even bothering to grab her purse or phone. She hadn’t even changed out of the wet clothes she’d worn to school. Anything that didn’t involve getting out of the house would’ve taken too much time and the arguing was just getting worse.

“MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T ACTED LIKE A PSYCHOTIC BITCH, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS!”

“DON’T CALL ME A BITCH YOU VINDICTIVE ASSHOLE! I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T SIDE WITH YOUR DAUGHTER ON THIS, I’LL…”

That was as much as Tanya heard before slipping out the basement door that led into the back yard, just under the deck. She didn’t want to hear another word at that point. Even as she stepped out into the pouring rain, she could still hear her parents angrily storming about the living room. If she wanted to get away, she’d have to run farther.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll run through the fucking rain!”

Not caring at all about the rain, the cold, and the wind, Tanya sprinted out into the storm. She didn’t care which direction she ran at first, focusing only on getting through the door in the fence and into the cul-de-sac behind the house. That involved trekking through mud, leaves, and rain that just kept falling harder. She didn’t care, though. All that mattered was getting away from the arguing.

“This is what I have to go through…what I have to endure, just to get away from the fighting,” Tanya cried as she ran down the street. “It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair!”

She kept running as fast as her legs would take her. By then, she was soaked from head to toe, her shirt, jeans, and shoes a mess of water and mud. Cold winds swept through the streets, causing the rain to hit her face like dozens of needles. It stung, but did little to slow her down. Tanya didn’t care if she had to run through a hurricane. If that was what she had to endure to get away from the chaos, then so be it.

“Keep going. Don’t stop,” Tanya told herself. “Find somewhere…anywhere.”

She pushed through strain and fatigue, enduring more gusts of wind and rain. Near as she could tell, she’d run several blocks to the south end of her neighborhood. Another block to the north and she’d hit the parkway, which was always treacherous in stormy weather. She knew in the back of her mind there was only so far she could run before her body gave out. Thankfully, there was one option that she hadn’t forgotten.

“I didn’t want to put you through this, Nick…bringing my family drama into your life,” she said to herself. “We just started dating. I’ve been giving you my best self. Now, you’ll have to…”

Before she could finish her thought, a round of thunder erupted from the sky. More lightning followed as the winds picked up. It was like Mother Nature herself telling her that she was out of options. If she wanted any kind of sanctuary from her family’s fighting, she could only get it from her boyfriend.

Having little time or energy to remember why it was a bad idea, Tanya made the fateful choice and changed direction. Now running to the west side of the neighborhood where Nick lived, she prayed with what little faith she had that she wasn’t making a mistake.

Nicholas Cyrus Rhodes was the latest of Tanya’s string of short-lived romances. Since her freshman year, she’d been with a handful of boys. Some were more serious than others, but only to a point. Having seen how bad relationships could get, she often cut things off at the slightest hint of trouble. Her friends once described her approach to relationships as only ever wanting the first date and the honeymoon with nothing in between. It was distressingly accurate.

Nick was the first boy she tried to pursue seriously. They’d been dating since Halloween, having met at neighborhood barbecue. He was sweet, understanding, and attractive, thanks largely to his role on the school track team. He also wasn’t afraid to disagree or argue, but he never raised his voice like her parents did. His entire family was similar, opting to listen rather than yell. It might as well have been alien to her.

However, she needed something like that. She needed it more than she needed to get out of the cold. As Nick’s house came into view, she tapped what remained of her strength and sprinted the rest of the way.

“Please be home! Please be home! Please, Nick, be home tonight!” Tanya found herself repeating.

Nearing the house, she saw that the lights were on, but his parents’ car wasn’t in the driveway. For all she knew, they’d gone out to dinner to have a nice, family meal that didn’t involve anyone yelling at each other. She wouldn’t have blamed Nick for a second if that were the case.

However, the lights being on meant someone had to be home. Knowing Nick, he was either in the basement watching TV or in the garage working out. Since the garage was closed, Tanya opted to try the basement. That meant hopping another fence, wading through a patch of mud along the side of the house, and hoping the neighbors didn’t call the cops on her.

“Please…if there’s any glimmer of hope in this god-awful night…let it be this. Let it be with Nick,” she said upon stepping through the mud.

Already gasping for air and fighting heavy fatigue, she made her way through the back yard and up to the sliding door entrance. She could see light emanating from the curtains. She also noticed the flicker of a TV. Someone was home. Hoping it was Nick, she frantically knocked on the glass.

“Nick! Nick, are you there? It’s me!” she said over the rain and thunder.

Having finally stopped running, her body nearly gave out. Her legs burned. Her face was numb from the cold. She was already shivering steadily, having to hug her shoulders just to maintain what little body heat she had left. The storm showed little sign of letting up. If Nick didn’t answer, then she could just succumb to hypothermia, for all she cared.

Then, just as Tanya dared contemplate that morbid thought, the door to the basement opened and very surprised Nick Rhodes stood before her.

“Tanya!” he gasped. “My God, what happened?”

“Nick…”

That was all she got out. Like a reflex, she threw her arms around her and embraced him as though he were the edge of a cliff. She was cold, soaked, and half-crazy from her family’s drama. Nick would’ve been totally justified in shoving her away, but he didn’t. He just embraced her back.

It was the first dose of warmth and comfort she’d felt all day. She could barely support herself, physically or emotionally, but a boy who she’d just started dating was there to help her. If her spirit weren’t so wounded, she would’ve called that a miracle.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he told her in that calm, caring tone of his. “Come inside. Get out of the storm.”

He didn’t mention the mud she had on her shoes and pants. He didn’t point out that she’d gotten his sweat-shirt and jeans all wet. He just welcomed her into his house. That said a lot about the kind of man Nick was.

Him leading her inside with his arm around his shoulder was like an angel carrying her out of the darkness and into a welcoming warmth. Tanya kept shivering, but felt some strength return to her. She’d been in Nick’s basement before. It used to be his older brother’s man cave, so to speak, but Nick turned it into his cozy little refuge after her moved out. After what she’d left behind, it was just the haven she needed.

“Here, sit down,” said Nick as he guided her to the couch on the far side of the room. “I’ll get you some towels and a blanket.”

“Thank you,” Tanya said, hesitating to break their embrace.

“You need me to call my folks?” he offered. “They’re stuck working overtime at the hospital, but if I call my dad’s cell, I’m sure he can…”

“No!” she said quickly. “I…I don’t need a doctor. I just need…God, I don’t know what I need. But I want to be here right now…with you.”

She continued clinging to him, dirtying his clothes even more. Still, he did not push her away. He continued holding her, his warmth directly countering the cold anguish that had driven her out into the storm.

She could tell his first instinct was to call his parents. Unlike her family, their first instinct was to help one another rather than yell at one another. It was another strange concept to her that shouldn’t have been that way. Nick still didn’t hold it against her. He just cast her an understanding smile and nodded.

“Okay,” he told her. “If they show up, I’ll just tell them I needed your help with a history project.”

“And they’ll buy that?” Tanya said with a humored scoff.

“They know I’m a terrible liar,” Nick replied, “but they also know I only lie for the right reasons. I’d say this qualifies.”

Despite her wet clothes and steady shivering, she laughed. That was another thing about Nick she’d come to appreciate. Even when a situation was heavy, he found a way to balance it out. He didn’t ignore it or overreact. He stayed calm, collected, and measured. It was so different compared to everyone else in her family. It might have been Nick’s most attractive quality.

It helped settle her enough to finally break the embrace. Then, just as he’d promised, he slipped into the adjacent laundry room and retrieved some towels and blankets. He also turned off the movie he’d been watching, filling the basement with a welcomed calm.

“Peace and quiet…finally,” she said under her breath.

It was exactly what she needed, more so than the towels that Nick wrapped around her. That feeling of being in a quiet, peaceful house absent of hostility and yelling was nothing short of therapeutic. It was like a reminder that the way her parents confronted issues was not normal, nor was it the best way to deal with them. For once, her ears didn’t ring with the echoes of her parents’ shouting. It created a strange serenity that felt every bit as comforting as Nick’s embrace.

Nick, for his part, did nothing to disrupt it. As soon as she wrapped herself in a bath towel, he sat down next to her and slipped his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to share his body heat and rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t ask why she’d randomly showed up, nor did he make a big deal about barging in on him in a heap of distressed. He was just there for her.

They must have sat in silence for a good twenty minutes, giving her a chance to warm up and catch her breath. At some point, Tanya kicked her muddy shoes and socks off so she could warm her feet up, as well. Nick even helped, using one of the blankets to help dry them. He was doing everything possible to make her feel loved and welcome.

At some point, she had to give him an explanation. However, that meant venturing into uncharted territory in terms of relationships. Her rule about never sharing her family drama with others had to give. For comforting her in her darkest hour, Nick deserved as such.

“I can’t keep avoiding it, Nick,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “All the fighting, the yelling, the anger over everyone else’s mistakes…it’s like my entire family won’t stop until everyone’s voice gives out.”

“I’m…sorry you have to deal with that,” Nick replied. “You know, you don’t have to talk about these things if you don’t want to.”

“No, I should talk about them. I’ve been avoiding that too. Every friend I’ve had…every boy I’ve dated…I always try to shut out that part of my life. I don’t tell anyone how my parents’ marriage was built on anger, arguments, and shouting. I don’t tell anyone how my sisters used the same approach to deal with everything from youth soccer league to divorce court. I don’t even tell them how I’ve tried desperately to just disappear in my own house, wanting nothing more than the arguing to stop.”

“My God, Tanya.”

“I know! I’m such fucking wreck!” she cried. “I’m a pretty girl living in a nice house, but can’t deal with parents and siblings who fight over everything. Never mind it’s only gotten worse over the years. Never mind it’s tearing the family apart bit by bit…day by day…even when no one else wants to admit it.”

She almost broke down on the spot. She probably would have had Nick not been there to hold her closer, letting her lean into his warmth. Tanya ended up burying her face in his shoulder, trying and failing to hide her sobs. He still didn’t hold it against her. He just kept supporting her with that calm, caring demeanor that was the antithesis of her family melodrama.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” Nick told her softly.

“I don’t know how you can say that with a straight face,” she scoffed, still hiding her sobs.

“Too late. I just did.”

“And I just told you my family is a fucking shit storm and I can’t deal with it. I doubt you signed up for that when we started dating.”

“Tanya, that’s exactly what a guy signs up for when he starts dating someone. When their lover’s life is a mess, they try to be there for them. Now, I don’t know squat about your family’s issues. It’s not even my business. But you are my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“You’re a way better boyfriend than I deserve.”

“That doesn’t matter. The fact that you came here on this cold, stormy night proves something important to me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, now more curious than upset.

“Think about it,” he said to her in a more serious tone. “You’re upset, vulnerable, and lost. Finally, you decide to stop enduring it and escape it. And the first place you come to…the first person you confide in…it’s me. You say you don’t deserve a guy like me. Hell, I’m not sure I deserve a girl willing to bear her soul like that.”

Another heavy silence fell over the room. The weight of his words hung over Tanya like an echo, one that resonated more than any amount of yelling from her parents. Still resting her head on his shoulder, she dared to contemplate the implications.

She’d tried burying her problems.

She’d tried hiding them from others, including boyfriends.

She’d tried coping with all the strain on her own.

Ultimately, it didn’t work. It tore at her soul, bit by bit, until it became too much. In that overwhelming moment that drove her out into a raging storm, she ended up running into the arms of a young man who she’d kept at arm’s length. In doing so, she didn’t just find out how much she needed someone else’s support. She also learned that Nick really cared for her. He was willing to be there for her in her most vulnerable moments.

As she looked up from his shoulder, Tanya saw more than a boyfriend. In him, there was genuine love. It wasn’t the kind of teenage puppy love she’d experienced with other boys. It was something deeper. Being in his arms, despite the wet clothes and over-the-top hysterics, she knew that feeling was real.

In sensing it, a new wave of emotions came over her. Unlike before, she didn’t avoid them. Instead, she embraced them.

“Nick?” she said, now caressing his unshaven face.

“Yes, Tanya?” he said.

“I want you to do something for me…something I know I need right now.”

“Sure,” Nick said without hesitation. “What do you want me to do?”

She paused briefly. Then, in another act that further dirtied his clothes, she got onto his lap and straddled his hips. Still caressing his face, she watched his expression shift as a different mood filled the quiet basement.

“Make love to me,” Tanya said intently.

“Really? Are…are you sure?” Nick asked with a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Believe me. I’m sure,” he said, her tone leaving no room for ambiguity. “In my family, I’ve seen love expressed in all the wrong ways for all the wrong reasons. If there’s really love between us…real love and not the kind I just ran away from…I want to feel it.”

Her voice strained, trying to put such intimate desires into words. She almost broke down again, but the intensity and strength in Nick’s eyes helped her keep it together. He already had his hands on her hips, his body already reacting to her intimate touch. Beyond the extra tightness in his pants, though, she saw something else.

They might have been teenagers with a limited understanding of love. Just processing the emotions that drove her to him were too much. However, that didn’t make the feelings emerging between them any less real. Tanya had tried running from them and managing them. For once, she was going to embrace them. She just needed Nick to embrace them with her.

“You don’t have to run this time,” Nick said to her. “I want to feel it too.”

“Assuming it’s there,” she pointed out.

“Tanya, I think we know what’s there. We just have to tap into it.”

Those were wise words from a guy who barely passed algebra class last semester. What he lacked in math skills, though, he made up for with his lips. As she straddled his waist, he wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. Tanya eagerly accepted, ready to see where the blossoming feeling led them.

It started small, like a spark igniting a flame. While in his arms, they kissed with escalating passion, lips and tongues interacting with more energy than they had dared in all the time they’d been dating. They also began feeling each other up, hands roaming their upper bodies. At one point, she slipped her hand up his shirt to paw his chest. At another, he reached up hers and undid the clasp of her bra from behind. It showed that he was serious. He really was going to make love to her on a stormy night while her parents fought several blocks away.

“Nick,” she gasped, “I want this…need this…so much.”

Having convinced him of her desire, her boyfriend lifted her up in his arms. Their lips never parting, he laid her down on the shag carpet in front of the couch. He even managed to grab one of the blankets he’d brought for her and lay it under her. From there, he went to work removing her wet clothes.

There was something uniquely intimate about it, him stripping her of the muddied attire that the storm had done much to sully. The feeling of him taking off her wet shirt and removing her muddied jeans, leaving her in just a pair of panties, was akin to an angel removing a heavy burden. The way Nick touched her cold, clammy skin filled her with such warmth and not just the kind she felt between her legs. That warm, comforting feeling helped establish a deeper connection.

Following it in conjunction with her emerging desires, Tanya helped her boyfriend in getting out of his clothes as well. He made quick work of his pants while she pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. When he embraced her again, the exposed flesh of their upper bodies touched, unleashing between them a special kind of warmth.

Within that warmth, a heated make-out session followed, along with heavy foreplay. Now on her back, Tanya wrapped her arms and legs around her half-naked boyfriend, kissing and pawing his masculine sinews with desperate affection. He returned the favor, exploring her exposed upper body with those warm, loving hands in his. When they made contact with her breasts, she felt shivers of pleasure that turned the bitter cold she’d endured earlier into a passionate heat.

“So warm…so strong,” Tanya gasped in between the kissing and touching.

“Tayna…so beautiful,” Nick replied, his voice echoing with the burgeoning passion.

“Please, Nick…take me.”

The desperation in her tone meant stepping up the timetables of their intimacy. Tanya had some sexual experience. Some of those experiences included Nick. During those intimate moments, she often emphasized the foreplay more than the sex. Given how stressed out she often got, it took a while to get her into that state of intense arousal. In the moment unfolding before her, that was not the case.

She was very much aroused.

She was very much in need of her boyfriend’s love.

That need, however, went beyond a simple desire for satisfying adolescent hormones.

Nick must have sensed that because he ceased the fervent make-out session. For a moment, he just hovered over her, caressing her face and gazing at her with an intensity Tanya had never seen in a man. She’d seen plenty of boys admire her body, especially when half-naked. Nobody had ever looked at her with such intimate affection.

“I want this too, Tanya. God, I want this,” Nick said to her.

The implications of those words and the way in which he said them were profound. Tanya would’ve loved to contemplate at least part of it, but she and her lover had more pressing priorities.

After saying those words, he affectionately trailed his lips down her neck, steadily making his way over her breasts and core. As she took in the intimate sensations, he grasped the sides of her panties and removed them, exposing to him her moist womanhood. Shortly after, he removed his boxers, revealing that he’d worked up some intense arousal in the form of a fully-erect manhood.

Now fully naked, impassioned by forces more powerful than teenage hormones, they came together once more. Tanya spread her legs and welcomed him into another embrace. Nick eagerly accepted the invitation, laying on top of her and aligning his body with hers. That feeling of hard, masculine muscles pressing up against smooth feminine curves set the stage for their intimate act. It only required her lover to make that one, fateful move.

While gazing into her eyes, still bearing that distinct glint of deeper passion, Nick made that move. Lying on the floor, the rain still pouring outside with thunder echoing from the havens, he entered her.

“Ooh Nick!” Tanya cried out, her voice echoing over a booming chorus of thunder.

He was careful, like always. However, unlike the other times they’d had sex, Nick was intensely focused and it showed in the passionate sex that followed. When he began moving his body, turning intense desire into sensual rhythms, a steady flow of hot sensations followed.

The merging of their flesh was so seamless, as though his body had been uniquely forged to complement hers in every way. She felt it in the way her moist depths perfectly embraced his hardened member, stimulating nerves and evoking sensations that filled her with a wonderous kind of warmth. After running through a cold, stormy night, Tanya couldn’t imagine anything more soothing.

“Tanya…my love,” Nick said in his deepening daze.

“My love,” Tanya found herself repeating.

Those were heavy words, especially for a couple of teenagers having sex. That didn’t make them feel any less real. As Nick made love to her, skillfully thrusting his hips and working his body along hers, the extent of that feeling only grew. Rather than run from it, she embraced it with him.

Throwing her arms around his nick and hooking her arms around his waist, Tanya captured her boyfriend’s lips in another kiss. He eagerly returned the favor, not letting up the intimate rhythm of their sex in the slightest. In fact, he stepped up the pace, rocking her body with more fervor as the intimate feeling escalated.

Teenage hormones complemented the blossoming connection they’d forged, creating a perfect blend of lust and love. As their naked bodies moved together in perfect harmony, rolling around on the blanket as they kissed and touched without reservation, the line between the two disappeared.

It felt like something that had to happen.

It felt like a moment that fate or destiny had ordained.

Tanya had only known love that manifested in conflict, anger, and yelling. Now, she knew love in a different form and it felt so beautifully right.

“Nick! Oh Nick!” she moaned. “I love it! I…I love you!”

“Tanya…I love you too,” Nick said intently.

Between their words and their actions, Tanya didn’t see how love could possibly take a more powerful form. Flushed with energy and passion, they stepped up the intensity of their sex. Nick thrust into her faster while she raked her fingers down his back. Together, they rolled around on the floor atop the blanket, moments of playfulness finding their way into moments of passion.

It all built up towards a powerful culmination of sensations. However, the promise of a good orgasm was secondary, for once. What she and Nick created together had to be greater than that. Moreover, she wanted to share it with him. It was the only way to do justice to such a moment.

As part of that effort, she shifted their position. They finally stopped rolling around, their bodies settling into a new alignment. They were both upright, her legs hooked around his waist with his arms wrapped securely around hers. In such a state, she could gyrate her hips in accord with Nick’s movements. He also took full advantage of those muscular arms of his, supplementing each gyration with some added vigor.

With lightning still flashing outside, their naked bodies moved and danced together. It was strength supporting strength with passion fueling passion. The ultimate ecstasy was near. They just had to seize it.

“Close…I’m so close,” Tanya gasped as the feeling approached.

“Me too, Tanya. Just…a little bit more,” Nick said through determined grit.

“Together…let’s share it together.”

Their desires now every bit as aligned as their bodies, she and Nick made the final push. Harder and faster, their lovemaking intensified. Bit by bit, they approached that threshold, following the subtle cues of one another’s bodies to ensure they crossed it together. When they did, it was like diving off a cliff and into an ocean of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Tanya!”

In that fateful moment, no amount of thunder or heavy rain could drown out their cries. It wasn’t clear whether their climax was simultaneously, but it must have been close. Whatever the gap, Tanya embraced the feeling with her lover, sensing that profound connection she felt earlier blossom into something so much more.

Their sexual rhythm ceased. Under the weight of the sensations that followed, they clung go one another. She dug her nails into his shoulders while he grasped her hips. Her inner contracted while his manhood throbbed in accord with their blissful release, hot fluids mixing in a perfect manifestation of passion and desire. As she took in the feeling, Tanya locked eyes with her lover, matching the same intensity he’d shown her.

“Nick,” Tanya said, still breathless in her daze. “What you did for me…what we just…”

However, her ability to form words failed her. There was so much she wanted to tell him. She wanted so desperately to put the extent of what they’d done into words.

Before she could try, though, Nick just smiled and placed his finger over her lips. Still in his embrace, his expression told the story.

“It’s okay, Tanya,” he said to her in that calm, loving tone of his. “You don’t need to say it. I already know.”

That might have been the best thing he could’ve said. If Tanya had any doubts about being in love with Nicholas Rhodes, then they were long gone. When words became unnecessary and feelings became so clear, there was nothing left to doubt.

Without saying another word, she just smiled back and kissed him. That told him everything he needed to know, as well. Now exhausted, physically and emotionally, they each collapsed onto the floor together. Their bodies parting, Tanya laid down on top of him, soaking in his warmth and the intimate bond they’d just formed.

The rain kept pouring and the thunder kept roaring outside. It was loud, but peaceful. In her darkest hour, Tanya came to her boyfriend looking for shelter and comfort. He ended up giving her something far greater. It didn’t take any heated debate, either. On a stormy night full of so much commotion, Tanya and her lover proved that actions truly spoke louder than any amount of yelling.

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“Summer’s End” A Sexy Short Story (For Labor Day 2019)

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The following is a sexy short story to help celebrate Labor Day 2019. I know I wrote a sexy short story for Labor Day last year. I thought it turned out well, so I wrote another one. I hope this helps everyone cap off their summer in the best possible way. Enjoy!

“To another great summer!”

“Here, here!”

That was the toast that Calvin Price’s father gave an hour ago. It capped off his family’s annual Labor Day barbecue, much to the praise of their relatives, neighbors, and friends. Many of them were still outside in the backyard of his suburban house, drinking whatever beer remained in the several coolers his Uncle Ronnie brought. He could still hear them laughing and chatting from his bedroom window.

In every previous year, Calvin – or Cal, as most people called him – would’ve been down there with them. He’d been at every one of these Labor Day parties since he was a kid. His father, a successful financial consultant and prominent community leader had been throwing them since before he and his two younger sisters were born. They acted as a definitive transition point, ending summer and everything with it.

That used to not bother Cal. He enjoyed a good barbecue as much as anyone. However, a lot had changed this past summer. A lot was going to change over the next nine months as he entered his senior year of high school. Looking out into yard from his bedroom, he contemplated the breadth of those changes.

“My last summer before my last year of high school,” Cal said to himself as he leaned next to the window. “Is it supposed to feel this daunting?”

That sounded like a loaded question. The last year of high school was supposed to be daunting. More than one relative had already asked him about college, careers, and all sorts of topics that reminded him he wasn’t a kid anymore.

He usually smiled and gave them a generic answer about focusing on the upcoming school year. What he said didn’t match up with how he felt. If anything, the end of the summer left Cal feeling something other than the pressures of another year in high school.

“Burned out already, Cal?” came an unexpected, but welcome voice. “If so, then I fear for your attendance record this year.”

“Hey Briana,” Cal replied with a humored grin. “I take it you got tired of my Aunt Grace’s scrutiny.”

“What makes you say that? I just love spending hours with your bitterly divorced Aunt,” she replied with scathing sarcasm. “What girlfriend wouldn’t enjoy her endless scrutiny?”

“She’s just being protective. I am her favorite nephew, after all.”

“That’s just because she doesn’t have kids of her own to baby. I swear she thinks I’m just with you because my dad partnered with yours last year.”

“Well, that is how we met,” Cal reminded her. “I guess she just doesn’t believe people can form healthy relationships from random circumstances.”

“For a woman who met her ex-husband in traffic court, that’s just hypocritical.”

They both laughed and it felt good. Cal needed something to take his mind off the end of the summer. Brianna Westly had a knack for doing that. It was one of the many reasons they got together several months back.

If anything, this past summer had been defined by his first girlfriend. While Cal had pursued cute girls before, Brianna was the first girl he formally dated. She came into his life unexpectedly. Her father moved into the area earlier that spring as part of a deal with his father’s company. They first met at a formal meet-and-greet that he didn’t even want to go to. From there, sparks flew, phone numbers were exchanged, and things got serious.

His mother and friends thought it was just some summer fling. It certainly had all the qualities of one. They met suddenly and progressed quickly, so much so that they snuck out a few nights to hang out at strip mall several blocks away. They’d even been intimate a few times. While she wasn’t his first sexual experience, she was his most meaningful.

Now, on the eve of Labor Day, a burning question remained. Would that meaning go beyond summer?

“You’ve got that brooding look again,” Brianna said, taking on a serious demeanor as she approached him.

“I hate that you know me that well already,” Cal said with a half-grin.

“What can I say? You’re that transparent,” she said as she leaned on the wall next to him.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I lie to you about everything being okay,” he told her, “because honestly, this year’s Labor Day party feels different. And it’s not just because school is starting and I already miss sleeping in on weekdays.”

“So what is it? Does it have to do with us?”

Cal shifted awkwardly. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation, but Brianna wasn’t the kind of girl who brushed things off. That just wasn’t her style. It might have been for the best, given the situation.

“It partly involves us,” Cal conceded.

“How big a part?” she asked curiously.

“Bigger than I can put into words, but not enough to cover the full story,” he answered. “All my life, Labor Day was just the day I capped off my summer, prepared for school, and daydreamed about next summer. It was bittersweet, but in a good way.”

“It probably helps that your dad throws awesome Labor Day parties,” she pointed out.

“It certainly doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure. But this year, it’s not just the end of summer. It feels like the end of something more. I’ve been doing things a certain way all my life. And it’s worked, for the most part. But next summer, I can’t do things the same way. I have to figure out a new way.”

“It’s daunting, I know. I imagine everyone in our class feels like that today.”

“That’s just it. How I feel about school, this summer, and next summer is so different,” Cal said in a more serious tone, “and you’re a big reason why, Brie.”

He reached over and slipped his arm around her waist. He invited her to get closer and share his intimate warmth. She accepted without hesitation.

Being so close to her reminded him just how different this past summer had been. He’d never had a serious girlfriend before. Much of their relationship had been formed by the events of the past few months. It completely changed how he saw the events that awaited.

“Remember when we first went out? And your sister just rolled her eyes when I picked you up?” he asked. “I believe her exact words were stupid puppy love.”

“It was actually bullshit puppy love, but close enough,” Brianna replied.

“That’s what a lot of people thought. They saw us and they still saw a couple of teenagers who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Maybe we didn’t at first, but then…”

His words trailed off. As the memories of the past summer played out, he deepened his embrace with her. He recalled their first date, their first kiss, the first time they had sex, and even that embarrassing time his mother caught them fooling around in his dad’s shed. Altogether, those moment came to define his summer. Holding her in his arms, Cal entertained ideas on how it might define his life beyond that.

Brianna must have been entertaining similar ideas. She affectionately wrapped her arm around his neck and caressed his unshaven face, gazing into his eyes with affection that did not match that of an immature teenager. It was a look he’d seen a lot more frequently as the summer neared its end. Now, it had even greater meaning.

“And now, here we are,” Brianna said, putting into words what he could not, “still together and sharing more than just fond summer memories.”

“That’s what makes Labor Day feel so different this time around,” he continued. “I’ve got something from summer other than good memories. I’ve got something…someone that I want to take with me into whatever comes next. And with this being our last year in high school, a lot is coming.”

“That’s for sure,” she said. “The fact you want me along for that ride says a lot about us.”

“It says even more about what you mean to me.”

Still standing so close, the warmth of their bodies mixing despite the summer heat, he caressed her face with both hands. As he looked into her eyes, he tried to convey just how much she meant to him. Cal wasn’t good with words. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t had a serious girlfriend before Brianna.

She was a special girl. She could sense what he was trying to say, even when he couldn’t say it. She must have sensed quite a bit because he could feel her trembling in his arms.

“Damn it, Cal. Why do you have to do this when I still smell like barbecue sauce and brussels sprouts?” Brianna asked, her voice cracking under the emotions.

“It’s your fault for cutting in line to get my mom’s burgers,” he teased curtly.

“Guess it’s also my fault I fell for a guy like you…a guy I just thought would show me the ropes in this town. Now, I can’t imagine getting through the next nine months without you.”

“You won’t have to,” said Cal strongly. “Everyone else keeps calling us a summer fling. But we know it’s more than that. I want to make it more than that.”

“So do I, but we picked a hell of a time to get serious,” she added. “High school, college applications, fall sports, our dads working together…we’re basically jumping over this cliff together and hoping we don’t land on jagged rocks.”

“I’m willing to take that leap. I’m even willing to bet we can land on those rocks and come out stronger. You’ve made this past summer so special for me, Brie. Now, on the day our summer ends, I’d like to make every other season just as special.”

It marked the first time that Cal had ever articulated a complicated feeling in just a handful of words. It was both fitting and cathartic, telling Brianna the depths of his feelings for her. It had been a laborious struggle, but with it being Labor Day, his timing couldn’t have been better.

“Oh Cal,” Brianna said with that beaming smile of hers, “that’s the sweetest, most heartfelt thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Thanks,” he said, blushing somewhat under her gaze. “I’m honestly surprised I managed to say it.”

“It’s a good thing you did,” she said, “because now, I can tell you how I feel about this past summer too…and how I feel about everything else moving forward.”

She made her point, as only she could. In the light of the setting sun on Labor Day, she kissed him. It was no ordinary kiss, though. Through her lips, warmth, and touch, she told him everything she needed to say.

That was another thing about Brianna that Cal had come to love. She could convey so much with so little. Sometimes, she didn’t even need words. Her actions conveyed the necessary meaning. With her, there was no ambiguity.

She loved him.

She loved him every bit as much as he loved her.

This past summer might have brought them together, but on the eve of Labor Day, they saw just how far they’d come. Moreover, there was still time to do more.

“Brianna…the door,” Cal gasped as the kiss intensified.

Their lips parted briefly and she cast him a knowing smile. They’d shared enough tender moments in his bedroom to know when their passions escalated beyond a certain point. That often meant taking a few precautions to preserve the moment.

Without saying a word, Cal broke the embrace and closed his bedroom door. He quickly took her in his arms again and resumed their heated kissing. He also grew bolder with his touching, trailing his hand down her waist, hips, and thighs. She returned the favor, feeling around his arms and reaching up his shirt. With each intimate touch, affection turned to desire. Before long, he began guiding her to the bed.

“Cal,” she gasped in between their heated gestures, “your parents and mine…they’re right outside.”

“So long as there’s beer in those coolers, they’ve no reason to come back in,” Cal told her.

“It’s not just that. If this is the end of our summer…the end of the summer that brought us together…then I want it to be special.”

“In other words, you don’t want interruptions.”

“Not for this. Definitely not for this.”

She kissed him again. They’d reached the bed. By now, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. He also noticed Brianna rubbing her thighs together. She felt it too. The desire had escalated beyond that special barrier. To fully express their love, they needed more than simple kissing.

“The sun is still out. My dad hasn’t turned down the music. We’ve got time,” Cal said with a confidence he knew turned her on.

“You sure it’s enough?” she asked curtly.

“This is the official end of our summer,” he said. “Don’t you want to end it with a bang?”

“Of course, I do…in more ways than one.”

“Then, we’ve all the incentive we need to make sure it’s enough.”

He made it sound like he wasn’t the least bit worried about someone barging in, just as they were in the middle of getting intimate. In the back of his mind, it was a concern. His parents had rules about him and Brianna being behind closed doors for extended periods. However, there was a time and place to break those rules. This was definitely one of them.

“That might be the sexiest logic I’ve ever heard,” she said to him while pressing her thigh up against his groin.

“I had no idea that turns you on,” said Cal in his manliest tone.

“Make sense of it later. Right now, let’s get out of these itchy clothes!”

They smiled and laughed playfully as the passion resumed. Together, they climbed up onto the bed, kissing and pawing one another, building arousal and loosening clothes. Their love was real, but he and Brianna were still a couple of horny teenagers.

Once on the bed, clothes started coming off quickly. His shirt was the first to go. Brianna’s tank top, sandals, and shorts followed suit. In just her bra and panties, she practically tackled him to the bed so she could get his jeans and boxers off. By the time she tossed them across his room, he already had a semi-hard cock. As she so often did in their intimate moments, Brianna made it a point to maximize his arousal.

“Lie back,” she told him. “Let me add to the incentive.”

“Incentive…right,” Cal said, already breathless.

Trusting her and her motivations, he laid down atop the comforter and let his lover work her sensual magic. She looked like an angel in the late afternoon twilight, hovering over him and tempting him with her loving gaze. She kept that gaze squarely on him as she trailed her lips down his neck, chest, and abdomen. Along the way, she grabbed hold of his growing cock and stroked it.

He tensed under her firm, yet loving grip. She knew how to get his blood flowing in all the right directions. As Brianna stoked the flames of his arousal, she removed her bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts. She used both them and her lips to step up the passion.

“Cal…my sweet, caring boyfriend,” Brianna said through seductive purrs. “You’ve given me so much. I want to return the favor.”

She did plenty to deliver. With the utmost care and sensuality, she licked and suckled his hardened cock. She wasn’t hard or sloppy. She never made oral sex look dirty or lurid. She approached it like any other loving gesture. It was part of what made their love lives special.

“Oh Brainna…so much,” Cal gasped. “You give me…so much too.”

With each subtle act, she heightened his desire. She even used her breasts as well, sliding it between her fleshy mounds to really maximize the arousal. It worked perfectly. Cal grunted and panted in accord with her gestures, reaching over and lightly running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes never diverted from his every step of the way.

They hadn’t been together for very long, but he and Brianna learned quickly how to set the mood for sex. She knew what got him going. He knew what turned her on. He had every intention of maximizing his intimate knowledge. For his lover, she deserved nothing less.

“I’m ready,” he told her.

“Mmm…so am I,” she said.

With more motivation than most teen lovers, Cal drew his love back up into his arms so that she was on top of him. From there, he rolled her over so that she was the one on her back. He then removed her panties and tossed them across the room, rendering her as naked as him.

Now hovering over her, her naked body glowing in the warm twilight, Cal looked at her with love and awe. If it hadn’t set in earlier, then it certainly set in now. He loved this woman. He loved her and he was going to make love to her.

“Cal…I want you. I want this,” Brianna said to him.

“I want it too,” he said to her, already breathing heavily.

“Then, please…take me.”

Rather than waste time putting his emotions into words, Cal let his actions once again do the talking. He followed the intense love and lust between them. She eagerly welcomed him into her intimate embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulders. Their naked skin now touching, he aligned his hips with hers, the tip of his manhood rubbing against her moist folds.

With their eyes locked and so many wordless sentiments flowing between them, he thrust forward and entered her. As soon as he felt her hot, womanly depths embrace his masculine flesh, a more profound act unfolded.

“Cal…ohhh Cal!” Brianna gasped.

“Brianna…my sweet Brianna,” he replied.

The connection was complete.

The flow of passion commenced.

He and Brianna began making love.

He began working his body along hers, digging his knees and feet into the bed to help set that perfect sensual rhythm. It wasn’t too rough or too fast. He and Brianna weren’t that kind of couple. They learned quickly that they preferred a gentler, steadier form of sex. It was quality over quantity, making each thrust, touch, and gasp count. It gave harmony and spectacle to their love. For a moment like this, there was no need to push their bodies or their hearts.

As they settled into that balanced pace, they shared soft kisses and loving gestures. Brianna playfully tickled his shoulder while nibbling on his lower lip. She knew he liked that. He squeezed her butt and caressed her face. He knew she loved that too. They went the extra mile in making their sex special, giving every blissful sensation greater meaning.

That involved more than just standard missionary style sex. Brianna usually let him set the tone, trusting him to get those sensual feelings going. Then, she stepped in and shared in the effort. They mixed things up, orienting and arranging their bodies in various intimate configurations.

For a while, she was on top, working her hips and riding him like a sex goddess from Heaven. After that, he laid her on her side, making love to her at a different angle that helped her show off her flexibility. They made the most of his undersized bed, moving and working their naked bodies in an intimate heat. It was as though they were capturing that last bit of summer heat. Based on the sweat they’d worked up, it was safe to say they succeeded.

“We’re doing it. We’re really…really doing it,” Cal said in the heat of the moment.

His impassioned words went beyond the sex. He and Brianna weren’t just making love. They were completing a journey that started at the beginning of the summer came into focus. While another one awaited them, it was a journey worth celebrating.

“Cal…I’m close,” Brianna said as the heat and the passion prepared to culminate. “I’m really…really close.”

“So am I,” he said, his voice laced with masculine grit.

“Let’s share this…together.”

“Together.”

As he and Brianna neared their final peak, they found themselves in the center of his bed. They were each in an upright position, their naked skin glowing under the light of the setting sun. She clung to his neck while rocking her hips with his, her throbbing womanhood slithering along his manly length. He clung to her hips, bracing himself for that coming release. He could tell she was close too.

The way her expression shifted and her body trembled made it clear. She was about to come. They were going to take a dip in that special ocean of ecstasy and they were going to dive in together. It was a challenge, coordinating their bodies and passions in just the right way. For a couple horny teenagers, it was next to impossible. For him and Brianna, it came together perfectly.

“Oohhh Cal!”

“Brianna!”

In a moment that felt like the ultimate Labor Day celebration, they both climaxed. It was almost simultaneous. His dick throbbed and his lower body trembled under the weight of his release. Brianna dug her nails into his neck, arched her back, and curled her toes as she got hers.

A wave of ecstasy washed over them.

A culmination of passions came pouring out.

Together, they lingered in that moment, holding and caressing one another. He didn’t say a word and neither did she. Their eyes and gasps told the entire story of their blossoming love. What began as a summer romance had become so much more. While Labor Day meant their summer vacation was over, their love was just beginning.

Once the orgasmic fervor passed, their flesh parted and they fell back onto the bed together. Cal kept her in his arms while she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. As they panted heavily, their bodies trembling within their intimate embrace, he gazed into her eyes. In a moment that was an entire summer in the making, he made his feelings for known.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” Brianna replied, casting him another beaming smile.

“This…was a summer to remember.”

“That, it was. And we capped it off with a hell of a Labor Day!”

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“The Summer Moon Challenge” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by an elaborate dare someone allegedly made back in high school to a couple. I don’t know if they ever carried out the dare. I don’t know if they were even serious. I just know that it inspired a sexy story with a romantic twist. Enjoy!

It started off as a dare. Years ago, a young couple was dared by their peers – who might have been drunk, depending on the version of the story – to put their love to the test. At the time, it was dangerous. If they failed or were caught, then they would’ve been in big trouble. However, if they succeeded, then their love would endure for the rest of their lives.

According to the story, the first young couple succeeded. They then went onto get married, have kids, and stay married for over 50 years. Since then, it became known as the Summer Moon Challenge. Other young couples attempted to match their feat. Carrie Burns and her boyfriend, Derek Dryer, were just the latest.

“It’s almost time,” she said as she anxiously watched the clock. “God, why does time have to move so slow?”

Carrie paced restlessly in her bedroom, hugging her shoulders and glancing out her window every other second. It was ironic. She used to laugh at the couples who attempted this strange, yet adventurous challenge. More than one couple had been caught and a few had failed in hilarious ways. She never thought she’d be the kind of girl to try it.

Then, she met Derek. For the first time in her life, Carrie got a taste of what it felt like to be in love with someone. While she’d been attracted to her share of men, she never knew the kind of love that made people do such crazy things. Having been with Derek for over a year, she understood its power, but she’d never tested it.

That was about to change.

“I hope we’re ready for this,” Carrie said as her thoughts drifted to Derek. “I don’t care if the legend is real. I want this to be it. I want our love to be that special.”

Her gaze drifted to the picture of her and Derek that she kept on her dresser. She finally stopped pacing. She smiled at the memory of when it was taken.

They’d gone to his sister’s wedding together. It was the first major family event he’d attended. Before it ended, people were already asking about when they were getting married. They’d been embarrassed, at first. As the night went on, it didn’t seem that outrageous. The way she and Derek carried themselves felt real.

They were young.

They were in love.

They wanted to be together.

In just a few minutes, Carrie would find out just how strong that desire was.

“I know I’m ready,” she said as she looked at the picture. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

Her heart raced as the seconds ticked away. It began at the stroke midnight during the first full moon after the Summer Solstice. It didn’t matter what the weather was like. It could’ve been a cloudless sky or a full-blown hurricane. The lovers who took up the Summer Moon Challenge had to trust each other and forces beyond their control to see it through.

Finally, the moment came. Carrie lost herself in the picture of her and Derek long enough to make it through the final countdown. Her alarm went off, just as she’d prepared. Knowing Derek’s had gone off at that exact moment, the time for doubt had passed.

Fate, love, and a unique tradition had dared them. She and Derek were ready to respond.

“Finally!” Carrie said, excitement taking over her restlessness.

Without a shred of hesitation, she shed her clothes. She hadn’t been wearing much to begin with. As per the story, she wore the same pants, shirt, and underwear she’d worn the previous night. Carrie had never gotten undressed so quickly before in her life. She’d also never had so much incentive.

“You’re already picturing it, Derek,” Carrie mused as she slipped out of her panties. “I know you are. I am too. Trust me. I want it just as much!”

Now fully nude, she followed the next step. She opened her bedroom window and climbed out into the muggy, mid-summer night. It was a good thing her room was on the first floor of the two-bedroom house she shared with two former schoolmates. There had been more than one story about lovers getting injured for sneaking out of a second-story window. Neither she nor Derek had that problem.

Already, it felt jarring. As soon as her feet touched the soft grass below her window, it dawned on her.

“I’m naked! I’m outside…in the dead of night…naked.”

Carrie’s mind raced, but her excitement never waned. This was so unlike her. She was the same girl who didn’t like getting undressed around other girls in a locker room. Now, there she was, fully nude and out in the open.

It was risky, dangerous, and bold. At the same time, it was exhilarating. It filled her with more energy than she had ever felt after midnight. It also aroused her more than she’d expected. Already, she felt a growing heat between her thighs and it wasn’t due to the summer humidity.

“I’m on my way, Derek!” Carrie said intently.

Armed with both energy and motivation, she commenced the next part of the challenge. She ran full speed through the backyard of the house, hopping the fence at the north end of the property, and entered the large wooded that dominated the center of the county.

It was a strange, but thrilling experience, running naked through the night. The wet grass under her feat, the brisk air passing over her naked skin, and the way her breast bounced with every stride felt so liberating.

It was like a return to nature, shedding her clothing and leaving behind the comforts of her home. She didn’t expect it to feel so refreshing. She didn’t expect it to make her feel horny, but that might have had more to do with the next part of the challenge.

“You’re closer, Derek. I can feel it!” said Carrie through labored breaths.

Impassioned and determined, she followed the narrow trails through the woods. The light of the full moon illuminated the path before her. Carrie took it as a promising sign. There were few clouds above. The beaming glow of the full moon, combined with the presence of fireflies, sent a message that there was a higher power at work.

That power, whatever it was, wanted her and Derek to see this through. The only obstacle was the strength of their passions. As she neared her destination, she felt that strength push her beyond her limits.

Carrie had never run so hard for so long. She’d never been so driven to seek someone, fully clothed or otherwise. Her leg muscles burned, her lungs strained, and her feet became dirtied by mud. Whereas other couples might have pulled back, she kept going until she reached a special clearing.

“There it is. I see it!” she said into the darkened night.

It was even more beautiful under the moonlight than she’d imagined. A tall, thick oak tree that towered over many others came into view. Dozens upon dozens of fireflies congregated around it, giving a halo that helped it stand out amidst the dense woods.

As Carrie approached, she marveled at its grandeur. She also kept an eye out for the man with which she’d embraced this challenge. He was nowhere in sight, but she was not dissuaded. Needing to catch her breath, she approached the thick base of the tree and looked over the trunk.

At that moment, a brisk wind blew through the clearing. Even in the middle of summer, it sent chills down her naked body. That exposed feeling was easy to ignore while running. Being under a tree, in the middle of the woods, and completely nude was still jarring, but not enough to give her second thoughts.

“He’ll be here. I know he will,” Carrie kept telling herself.

She hugged her shoulders, covering her breasts briefly as she looked around for her lover. As Carrie caught her breath and waited anxiously, she noticed something on the trunk of the tree. It hadn’t been there when she and Derek selected it, as required by the challenge. At that moment, warm feeling came over her that completely naked any late-night breeze.

“Oh Derek…you wonderfully cunning man,” she said into the night.

“I was hoping you’d see it,” replied a familiar voice.

It was a sweet gesture that affirmed what she’d hoped. She and Derek were going to complete the Full Moon Challenge. It was destiny.

Within the trunk, Derek had carved a message. It was simple, but sincere. It included her initials and his, encompassed in both a heart and the moon. It was the universal symbol of the Summer Moon Challenge. Typically, it was only carved into the tree after it was complete. Derek had chosen to be proactive. It showed just how confident he was in their love.

“I stopped by this afternoon. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t see the point,” said Derek as he emerged from behind the tree.

“Spoken like a man who has a lot of confidence in his girlfriend,” said Carrie as she touched the carving.

“I just ran half-a-mile through the woods naked, my dick and balls flapping wildly every step of the way,” he told her. “I don’t think confidence begins to cover it.”

Carrie turned away from the tree and towards her approaching lover. Sure enough, he was as naked as her. If his muddy feet were any indication, he’d run just as hard through the dense woods, exposing himself to the elements.

In the soft glow of the moonlight and fireflies, he looked so beautiful. Every masculine sinew and feature lay exposed before her. She’d seen Derek naked before. She’d touched him, tasted him, and made love to him on multiple occasions. However, there was something special about seeing him naked under the light of a full moon on a balmy summer night.

He could tell from the beaming grin on his face that he appreciated the spectacle just as much. Standing before him, she made no effort to cover herself. She wanted him to see her feminine features under the light of the moon and the shade of a tree. It reflected the essence of the Summer Moon Challenge, putting them in a unique setting with which to channel their passions.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Derek said to her. “I know I’ve said that many times before, but still…”

His words trailed off. Derek was usually so good at putting into words how much he loved her, but for once, his vocabulary failed him. Carrie took a step closer and offered a loving grin of her own.

“It’s okay. Sometimes, what we say can never fully convey what we feel,” said Carrie. “I think that’s the point of the challenge.”

“You sure? The way I heard it, the first couple who did this were just fooling around behind their parents’ back.”

“Their reasons don’t matter. The feelings that drove them to do it…that’s why it endears. That’s also why I wanted to do this with you. I could never tell you how much I love you, Derek. Through this…a challenge, a test, or whatever you want to call it…I can show you”

Carrie could already feel the passion between them escalating. Like two lost souls drawn together, they approached each other. There happened to be a small patch of thick grass just under the carving. That was where they met.

Without saying a word and with more fireflies buzzing around their naked bodies, she and Derek embraced. As soon as she felt his skin touch hers, the final part of the Summer Moon Challenge commenced.

“Derek?” she said while gazing into his eyes.

“Yes, my darling Carrie?” he said as he caressed her face.

“Make love to me. Make love to me right here…under this tree…under summer moon.”

According to the story, those were the exact words the woman said to her lover. Every couple that had attempted the Summer Moon Challenge repeated that line, as if to channel the passions of that first couple. Within Derek’s loving embrace, she could feel the spirit of those lovers find them.

“Right here…under the summer moon,” he said distantly.

“Under the summer moon,” Carrie repeated.

In a final echo of this story that had echoed through the years, she and Derek kissed. Even in the windy, midnight summer humidity, it tasted so sweet. Finally, passions could flow freely, unburdened by uncertainty and reservation.

The kiss naturally evolved into foreplay. With their lips softly entwined, they touched and caressed each other’s naked bodies. Carrie pawed his chest while he fondled her butt, tracing a path up her feminine curves, taking full advantage of their nude state. The brief gusts of wind gave them even more incentive to immerse themselves in one another’s intimate heat. It quickly built an arousal that had been sparked before they’d arrived.

That heat between her legs turned into something more tangible. Her thighs rubbed together in anticipation, her womanhood becoming wet and engorged despite the brisk winds. Derek achieved a similar arousal. In his embrace, she felt his manhood stiffen rapidly. The touch of naked skin, combined with her affectionate pawing, got both his passions and his blood flowing in the right direction.

Dazed by passion, the challenge became secondary. Their focus was each other and their intentions were clear. She and Derek were going to take their love and turn it into a physical act under the light of the moon. Between the buzzing fireflies and the chorus of crickets echoing through the trees, it felt like as though nature was urging them to make love.

Neither she nor Derek needed that much urging. She felt him slip his hand between her thighs where he cupped the outer folds of her pussy, as if to confirm that she was as aroused as him. She let out a sharp gasp, shuddering within his embrace to leave no doubt.

“Derek…take me,” Carrie told him.

Breathing heavily, his gaze locked with hers, the man who dared to share this fateful challenge obliged her. He eagerly grasped her hips, lifted her up into his powerful arms, and laid her down upon the soft grass just in front of the trunk of the tree.

Carrie clung to his shoulders, never diverting her gaze from him. More fireflies swirled around their naked bodies as he got on top of her, positioning himself between her legs and aligning their bodies in preparation for their intimate union.

“Carrie…my love,” he said.

Again, his words failed him. That didn’t matter, though. For once, Derek let his actions do the talking. It was the only way to adequately convey their love.

His grip in her hips tightened, as did her grip on his shoulders. She hitched her legs around his waist in anticipation, feeling his hardened manhood rub up against her wet entrance. With their eyes still locked, he thrust his hips forward and entered her.

Hard masculine flesh entered hot feminine depths.

Powerful feelings that could not be put into words became real actions.

Under the light of the moon, the challenge was officially complete.

“Oohhh Derek!” Carrie cried out, her blissful cries shattering the silence of the night.

It was a scene right out of myth and legend. Two lovers had come together under the light of the moon. Guided by passion and desire, they expressed their love in an intimate act for nature to see. It proclaimed to the universe that their love was special and worth celebrating. The Summer Moon Challenge was just their way of proving it.

Derek was extra-motivated. Imbued with primal passion, he rocked her body with his, working his hips and caressing her body with the utmost care. He’d made love to her before, but never with such focus and fervor. With every motion, he let out a grunt that echoed with a very masculine strength. It drove Carrie wild in ways she’d never experienced. Beyond just stimulating the intimate depths of her core, it gave her a rush that compounded the intimacy.

In the mid-summer heat, sweat formed on their flesh, allowing their flesh to seamlessly glide together. From the ruffle of the grass to the gusts of wind to the swirling fireflies, it felt like nature was cheering them on. She and Derek responded in kind.

“We’re really doing it,” Carrie gasped as her body rocked. “Here…under the moon…we’re making love. Ooh I love it!”

“Mmm…me too!” said Derek, just before he kissed again.

Inspired and impassioned, they mixed up the pace and form of their lovemaking. Carrie shared in the exertion, rolling her lover over, getting on top of him, and riding his cock with the same vigor as he’d done before. He used that as an opportunity to fondle her breasts and squeeze her butt. He was always playful during sex, but he never lost focus.

Under the tree and the beaming moonlight, they rolled around and made love in various positions, not minding the dirt and grime that clung to their naked bodies. Not one ounce of passion could go to waste. She and Derek were determined to make the Summer Moon Challenge the ultimate manifestation of their love.

Under the weight of those vented passions, the culmination of that love drew near. Carrie felt it coming strong. It was an orgasm like no other, a byproduct of shared passion with an incredible lover. She sensed Derek holding back for her, wanting to enjoy the feeling for as long as their bodies allowed. As she neared that special edge, she caressed her lover’s face firmly and locked her eyes with him once more.

“Derek…I’m close! I’m so…so close!” she told him.

“So…so am I, Carrie,” he said through labored grunts.

“Please…let’s do it together. Let’s…share this…together!”

The pace of their sex intensified.

Derek got on top of her again and found his second wind, unleashing one last round of powerful thrusts to carry them into that world of ecstasy. Carrie let her blissful moans guide him through the final steps.

Then, it happened. In what felt like the most fitting triumph to the Summer Moon Challenge, she and her lover achieved orgasm together.

“Ohhh Derek!”

“Carrie!”

It was beautiful. She couldn’t tell if their peak was perfectly simultaneous, but that didn’t matter. It still felt incredible.

She curled her toes, dug her nails into her lover’s back, and threw her head back in an orgasmic outburst that echoed throughout the woods. Outside, she didn’t have to concern herself with disturbing the neighbors or making a scene. Out in nature, she could articulate her ecstasy to the greatest extent possible.

Derek clung to her as hard as she clung to him, caressing her face with one hand while clinging to her thigh with the other. She watched his expression become awash in ecstasy as he got his release. She could feel his manhood and her womanhood throbbing together, sharing in the flow of ecstasy.

They soaked in every sensation together, their bodies shuddering together under the weight of the feeling. They lingered in their intimate union, their gasps and moans eventually fading into the echoes of the night. Even after their flesh parted, they remained in an intimate embrace. Derek lay beside her, his powerful arms wrapped around her while she lay curled up next to him. Like a powerful bond, locked with pleasure and passion, their love was secure.

“I love you,” Derek told her in his blissful daze.

“I love you too,” Carrie said with a beaming grin.

“We did it! We completed the Summer Moon Challenge,” he said with a proud grin.

“You know how the story goes. You know what that means for us, right?”

“Of course! But there’s one part of that story I think most overlook.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Carrie asked curiously.

“The first couple who did this didn’t endure because they completed the challenge. They endured because they were willing to run naked through the woods together for quality lovemaking! Honestly, can you think of a better way to affirm your love?”

 

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“New Toys” A Sexy Short Story (Involving Sex Toys)

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about a couple incorporating sex toys into their love life. It was partially inspired by this one couple I knew years ago who decided to try it for their anniversary. They ended up becoming full-fledged sex toy enthusiasts. They’re still together, by the way. Enjoy!

“Um….Blake? What exactly am I looking at?” asked a confused and slightly embarrassed Heather Cyrus.

“Well, I want to say it’s exactly what you think it is, but given your limited experience with this sort of thing…”

Her boyfriend’s careful words trailed off. She sensed him trying hard not to laugh. He should’ve tried harder.

Heather had planned on enjoying a romantic night with her lover, Blake Quinton. They had endured long week. Her workload at the marketing firm was more strenuous than usual. When she told her lover she wanted to share some private time, she thought he knew what she meant.

Initially, he got the message. He left work early, ordered some take-out, and set up a candle-lit dinner. He’d also set the mood in their bedroom. He closed the blinds, lit some incense, and put on some soft jazz music. After dinner, he led her into the bedroom where Heather expected to enjoy a night of casual lovemaking. Then, before things got heated, he pulled out a box from under the bed and gave it to her.

That was when she saw it. Blake, the man she loved with all her heart and planned to marry, had bought her a sex toy.

“You don’t have to be so immature,” Heather said, rolling her eyes. “I know what sex toys are.”

“Do you?” Blake questioned. “Because what you’re looking at is no ordinary sex toy. The lady at the shop called it the mini-wand deluxe. It’s supposed to be the ultimate accessory for compact ecstasy.”

“Is that really what it’s called?” she asked skeptically. “Or is that how she got you to buy it?”

“It doesn’t matter what it’s called. What matters is why I bought it.”

“Because you thought it would be funny?” Heather scoffed.

“No,” Blake said, “because it would enhance our love life. I definitely want that. Don’t you?”

He was dead serious. Sitting on the bed next to her, he slipped his arm around her waist and embraced her affectionately. Wearing only her underwear and nighty, she could feel his love through his touch. Blake wasn’t great with words, but he often spoke volumes with his gestures.

As the surprise wore off, Heather tried to get a grip on the situation. Blake was a great guy and a wonderful boyfriend, but subtlety was not among his strengths. He couldn’t lie worth a damn. He rarely thought things through. When he got an idea, he pursued it with reckless abandon.

It was how he got his first job. One day, he got it in his head that he wanted to work on movies. Without a second thought, he drove to the nearest movie studio and got a low-paying job working cameras. Six years later, he was in charge of his own production team. It was also how they first met. At concert, he just walked up and asked her out on a whim. She accepted, not expecting to fall in love with him. Two years later, they shared an apartment and an active love life.

That, alone, was quite an accomplishment. Heather had only dated one other man in her life. That man happened to come from the same very traditional, deeply religious community as her. Growing up in that community, the idea of having a love life before her wedding night was unfathomable. The idea of sex being more than a wifely duty was just as outrageous. Naturally, it fostered some unhealthy attitudes that ultimately doomed that relationship.

Blake was different. He’d grown up in a big city. His mother was a gynecologist and his oldest sister was a lesbian. He was in a better position to learn about sex than most straight heterosexual men. He willingly shared that knowledge with her as their relationship blossomed. Heather’s attitudes about sex changed considerably, as a result. Bringing a sex toy into the mix might have been too much, too fast.

“Enhance our love life,” she repeated under her breath, “that shouldn’t sound so daunting.”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t,” Blake told her.

“And yet, here I am…a functioning adult who still hears the angry voices of nuns, priests, and teachers whenever we do it. They keep telling me this is wrong…having sex with my boyfriend and daring to enjoy it.”

“They can yell at you all they want. That doesn’t make them right.”

“I know. Believe me, I know,” said Heather with a sigh. “It’s just…the more we do it, the more I realize how wrong they were. They taught me what sex was and what not to do. They never taught me how great it felt. Hell, I didn’t know what an orgasm was until I was 19 years old.”

“Yeah, I remember that story. You thought you were having a seizure,” said Blake in a humored tone.

“I can laugh about that now, but I’m still not over it. I’ve lived most of my life being ignorant about sex. You’ve gone above and beyond to change that. It’s just…not changing as fast as I’d hoped.”

She reached into the box and picked up the mini-wand, as Blake called it. Years ago, just touching it would’ve been an affront to her entire community. It was obscene, from its phallic shape to its pinkish color. Such a device couldn’t possibly improve anyone’s sex life. It was just a tool of illicit pleasure.

That was what her old health teacher would’ve told her. Having gotten her sex education from a religious school, using anything for pure pleasure was sinful. Even a married woman wasn’t supposed to enjoy sex beyond a certain point. She had to please her husband, but that was it. Nobody said anything about her pleasure.

That included her former boyfriend. He was never abusive, but he’d been taught the same as her. When they first had sex, it wasn’t that pleasurable. It wasn’t even that passionate. She didn’t come. She hadn’t even been aroused. Even though it didn’t hurt, Heather knew in her gut that something wasn’t right. Blake, being such a wonderful man, went out of his way to teach her what others wouldn’t.

“You’ve come a long way…literally, in some cases,” Blake told her.

“Your vocabulary is uncanny,” said Heather in amusement.

“Doesn’t matter what words I use. It’s true. You’re a different woman than you were two years ago. It’s not just that you have sex, enjoy it, and appreciate your own anatomy. You’ve really grown since we’ve started doing it.”

“Which is quite a feat. My mom told me the clitoris was part of a woman’s stomach, for crying out loud.”

“It’s more than that, Heather,” he said. “You’re such a wonderful, passionate person. I saw that in you the day we met. I also saw someone who repressed the wrong feelings for the what she thought were good reasons.”

“And that line of thinking caused a lot of problems…intimate problems that you helped solve,” she said with a light smile.

“I didn’t do as much as you think,” Blake retorted. “In most cases, I didn’t have to.”

He scooted in closer, taking her in both arms. Their faces now inches apart, she melted in his embrace. Still holding the mini-wand, Heather’s heart raced as the air became heated. She’d changed into her nighty expecting to have sex, but she didn’t expect it to carry so much weight.

Within his arms, he traced a path down her body. He grazed his fingers down her waist and hips, highlighting her feminine curves. When he touched bare skin, it burned with his love. It did plenty to get her inner thighs moist with arousal, which helped reinforce his point.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, Blake,” said Heather in a deeper tone, “but I’m starting to like it.”

“There’s a valid reason for it…other than wanting to make love to my beautiful girlfriend,” he said with a wry grin.

“As if I’d ever doubt that,” she chuckled.

“Then, this should cast off even more doubt,” he went on. “In my adult live, I’ve met many women who just aren’t very sexual. They’re content with simple, infrequent sex. That’s really all they need. It leaves them satisfied and fulfilled. At the same time, I’ve met women who are not like that.”

“You mean women like me?” said Heather curtly.

“You’re a special case, Heather. You had the desire, but lacked the outlet. Blame your schools, your teachers, and your conservative upbringing, but give yourself credit for retaining those passions. They’re what make you such a wonderful woman. And yes, they’re also what make you a passionate lover.”

For once, Blake was subtle. It gave his words greater weight. As she gazed into his eyes, she saw a reflection of the women that Blake helped her become. She was so proud to be that woman. She was just as proud to be this man’s lover. If his plan had been to make her want him even more, then he’d succeeded. However, Blake had a knack for overachieving.

“Oh Blake,” she said while lovingly caressing his face. “You could’ve told me all this without giving me a sex toy.”

“I know,” he said with a wide grin, “but it wouldn’t have been as romantic.”

“And you know I’m more flexible when I’m wooed,” Heather added.

“That too,” he admitted.

Between his touch and his words, she was putty in his arms. To leave no further doubts, she kissed him on the lips. She made sure it was extra deep, employing plenty of tongue. Still enraptured in his arms, she hooked her legs around his waist and pressed her body against his. Through such intimate touching, the stage was set.

She and Blake were going to make love. On top of that, she was going to enjoy it in all the ways she’d been told to avoid. She even had a new tool at their disposal.

“So…can we skip the part where I convince you to let me use this sexy gizmo?” said Blake upon breaking the kiss.

“Darling, you taught me everything I know about enjoying sex,” Heather reminded him. “I trust you to use the mini-wand to make it extra special.”

“Then, why the hell are we still wearing these itchy clothes?”

“Hmm…good question,” she said with a seductive purr.

They shared a playful laugh and kissed again. Passions began flowing more freely. Lips touched, tongues twirled, and hands roamed. Heather’s nighty wasn’t very heavy to begin with. After some minor foreplay, it was unbearable.

While kissing, she handed him the sex toy. From there, he guided her through the intimate motions she’d come to treasure. He led her to the center of the bed, removing his pants along the way. She pulled back the covers, giving them a soft, comfortable platform on which to celebrate their love.

Hovering over her amidst the candle-lit bedroom, Blake removed her nighty. Her breasts now exposed, her lover smothered them with his hands and lips. He knew how much she loved that. It was one of the first kinks she discovered with him. Once he licked her nipples and squeezed her mounds, she moaned blissfully.

“Ooh Blake!” Heather gasped. “Your touching…so soft.”

While he worked his magic, she eagerly lifted her hips and removed her panties. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten naked so urgently. It further affirmed what Blake saw in her. She was a very sexual woman and she wasn’t ashamed of that.

After she tossed her panties aside, Blake followed suit. He reluctantly removed his face from her breasts so he could take off his boxers. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis. Heather used to be so embarrassed by such a sight. She remembered blushing profusely the first time they had sex. She now appreciated the inherent beauty of male anatomy.

“And you’re hard…very, very hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manhood.

“What can I say? I get really horny after a long week,” Blake said with a casual shrug.

“Is that why you picked tonight to try out a sex toy?”

“No, but trust me. There is a reason,” he told her, “and it’ll become abundantly clear very soon!”

Heather was as excited as she was horny. Every time Blake taught her something new, it expanded her sexual awareness. Greater awareness often made for better lovemaking. She and her lover could only benefit from that.

It often required her to trust her lover’s expertise. The way he held the mini-wand hinted that he’d used sex toys before. She was still somewhat nervous. Every time she thought sex couldn’t get more intense, Blake found a way to prove otherwise.

“We’ll keep things simple,” he told her. “Spread your legs. We’ll start with basic missionary. I’ll use this and my dick to make you come.”

“Is that a promise?” Heather asked playfully.

“No. That’s a certainty!”

His voice was so deep and masculine. It showed how certain he was. Heather’s heart skipped a beat. Blake Quinton was at his most sexy when he had great confidence. Being naked, aroused, and glowing in the romantic lighting of their bedroom certainly helped. She was completely prepared for this new experience.

Now longing for her lover’s flesh, Heather spread her legs. She remained flat on her back, resting her head on one of the pillows. She watched with bated breath as her lover got on top of her, his masculine form hovering over her with amorous intent. She held onto his shoulders, the heat between their naked bodies escalating by the second.

With a sly grin, Blake tapped the button the mini-wand and it started vibrating. It was louder than she expected. Her mind raced as quickly as her heart. She thought she knew how it worked, but when it came to sex, she assumed her knowledge was incomplete.

“Are you ready, Heather?” he asked her.

He always did that, giving her an out before their flesh merged. In the past, she’d hesitated before answering. There was none of that this time.

“I’m ready, my love,” she told him.

Having received her blessing, Blake aligned his hardened manhood with her moist folds. As soon as the tip grazed over her labia, he thrust forward and entered her.

It was so easy and smooth. That was a far cry from her earlier sexual experiences. Just being aroused during penetration went a long way towards making sex pleasurable. She’d come to appreciate this moment, feeling her lover enter her. For Blake, it was usually a prelude to something greater.

“Mmm…so hot,” he said. “Let’s make it hotter!”

What her lover did next might again change everything she thought she knew about sex.

With one hand, he gripped her left thigh. With the other, he guided the vibrating mini-wand to her pelvis and pressed it against her clitoris. When he did this, he began working his hips in a steady humping motion. An onslaught of sensations followed, which caught Heather by surprise.

“Whoa!” she gasped. “That feels…whoa!”

“That mean you like it?” Blake teased.

“Yes! Fuck yes, that feels great!”

If she’d used that language back home, everyone in her neighborhood would’ve recoiled in horror. While Heather usually avoided profanity, even after leaving home, she gladly made an exception.

It was incredible. The combination of her lover pumping his cock within her vagina while the mini-wand stimulated her clitoris triggered a rush of sensations that made her rethink the workings of female anatomy. It was as though her sex had been operating at half-capacity all her life. Now, everything was fully operational.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh my fucking God, yes!” Heather cried out.

She wasn’t usually that vocal during sex. Then again, sex never felt this good.

Her enthusiastic reaction inspired her lover to step up his efforts. Blake dug his knees and feet into the bed and humped harder. He gasped and grunted with each motion, his manhood slithering seamlessly inside her vagina. He worked up a sweat as he rocked her body, as well as their bed. Through each motion, he kept the mini-wand pressed against her clit. That stimulation, along with the feeling of their sexual union, sent Heather into uncharted ecstasy.

It might as well have been an express lane to O-Town. She could already feel an orgasm approaching. It didn’t usually come that quickly or easily. That kind of pleasure often required significant effort. Even when she masturbated, she had to push herself to get to that magical threshold. The female orgasm was supposed to be a bonus, not an expectation. Her priorities had clearly been wrong.

“Oh my…ooh Blake! I think I’m coming! I think…oohhh yes!”

“Already? Whoa!” Blake said.

He had to steady his movements. Her body often took on a life of its own when she climaxed. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and she let out moans that defied description. Heather used to think that was just a byproduct of being so sexually repressed. Now, she might have only been half-right.

The feeling was sharp and strong, like a shock to the system. It started in her core and ripped out from all directions, flooding her body with the ecstasy she’d come to love. As she soaked it in, she clung harder to her lover’s flesh. His gaze never diverted from her. She never looked away either, even as her face contorted to the intense sensations.

Blake’s love for her was never more apparent. He once told her that watching a woman climax was like watching a beautiful sunset while winning the Super Bowl. He might have been exaggerating, but at that moment, he was in awe.

“That worked better than I thought,” Blake said in amazement.

“Speak…for yourself,” said Heather, still breathless from her orgasm.

“In other words, sex toys are now part of our sex life?”

Heather answered with a beaming smile. He smiled back, indicating he got the message. She released her grip on his shoulders and caressed his face, pulling him into a loving kiss. She was still deep in an orgasmic, but was coherent enough to pursue more desires.

It was official. She loved sex toys. The mini-wand did what it was supposed to do. It enhanced their sex life. However, the extent of that enhancement remained incomplete.

“Is that a yes?” asked Blake when she broke the kiss.

“More like an almost,” said Heather coyly.

“Almost? What do you mean?”

“You’re about to find out!”

At that moment, the passionate persona of Heather Cyrus – the same that Blake had mentioned, moments ago – took over. She kissed her lover again, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him over so that he was flat on his back. She also took the mini-wand from him, which continued vibrating. Their flesh had only parted briefly, but Blake was still hard and she was still wet.

“Heather…this side of you,” he said as he gazed up at her in awe.

“I know,” she replied with a seductive undertone.

“I always knew it was there.”

“You’re damn right! And now, I have the tools to embrace it…literally.”

They laughed and kissed again. She’d trusted Blake to make sex wonderful for her. Now, she was poised to return the favor and the mini-wand was going to make it special.

As soon as their lips parted, she straddled his waist and aligned her body with his. Still holding the sex toy in one hand, she reached behind to guide his cock back into her. A smooth fleshly union followed. She was still so wet from her release and he was so hard, having not gotten his. Once her womanly depths embraced his manly flesh, basic lust took over.

She began riding him cowgirl style. It was a position she’d once avoided, mostly due to her limited understanding of how sex should manifest. She’d come to appreciate it, but she never pursued it so eagerly. That was before she had the aid of a sex toy. As soon as she set the pace of their sex, she put it to good use.

Using what Blake had showed her earlier, she pressed the vibrating tip against her clit. Some extra shots of bliss followed. She was a little clumsy with it at first, having to hold it in place while she worked her hips. She quickly adapted. In short order, she making love to Blake while pleasuring herself with every motion.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oohhh it’s so good! It feels so…so good!” Heather panted.

“My God, Heather…so beautiful,” said Blake in a deepening daze.

He squeezed her butt while she rode him, thrusting upwards to supplement every motion. The extra effort, along with the extra pleasure, inspired the most intense sex they’d ever shared to that point.

It was so hot and vigorous. The bed never rocked so hard. Heather had never moved with such fervor. By embracing her sexier side, she connected with a deeper feeling. The look on Blake’s face said it all. He gazed up at her as though she were a sex goddess. That was so fitting because she felt like one. There was no other way to describe the experience.

Together, their naked bodies moved and gyrated. Every intimate motion was perfectly synchronized. His flesh slithered sensually inside her, stimulating every sensitive spot along the way. At one point, Blake placed his hand atop hers to help press the mini-want against her clit. It added even more meaning to the pleasure. It also made a second orgasm inevitable.

“Blake…my love,” Heather panted. “Again! I’m going to…come again!”

“Me too, Heather. Me…too!” he grunted.

“Let’s…let’s do it together!”

It was ambitious, seeking to share a simultaneous orgasm. Blake told her early on in their sex life that it rarely happened that way. Every cheesy romance novels and pornos grossly overstated how easy it was for two people to time their peaks. Heather could count all the times she’d achieved that with Blake on one hand. However, thanks to the aid of a sex toy, it didn’t seem so impossible.

It was just a matter of riding his cock a little harder, drawing him closer to the brink, and timing her release accordingly. It took some heavy coordination. She had to read the twitches in her lover’s expression and the throbbing of his cock inside her. At the same time, she had to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clit with the mini-wand.

It tested everything she’d learned about sex to that point. When they came, she let the heavens know she passed with flying colors.

“Oohhh Blake!”

“Ohhh Heather!”

Their shared cries blended together seamlessly. In that wondrous moment, Heather arched her back and shuddered under the fresh onslaught of pleasure. This time, her lover joined her.

He clenched her hand and squeezed her butt as he climaxed, letting out sharp grunts as his member throbbed inside her. She felt that warm, intimate sensation as his manly fluids mixed with her womanly juices inside her womb.

It was like two hearts beating together.

It was like two minds sharing a single thought.

It was like two bodies becoming truly one.

Beyond the ecstasy was an intimacy that defied description. Heather, once defined by misguided attitudes, could finally accept it. This was who she was. It felt so good and so right. She just needed the right lover and the right tools to realize it.

“I love you, Blake,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

“I love you too, Heather,” Blake said with a loving grin.

“And I love this new toy of ours,” she added.

“Good to know!”

They smiled and laughed while absorbing the ecstasy. As the afterglow settled in, their lower bodies parted and Heather collapsed atop her lover. They shared an affectionate kiss, but she didn’t let go of the mini-wand. She had every intention of exploring its uses for the rest of the night.

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“Hard Loving” A Sexy Short Story

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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.”

 

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“Hot Dream” A Sexy Short Story

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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.”

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