A DARING WOMAN’S GAME

I woke up alone. We'd only been together for a few months, but I found I could miss him rather quickly in the cold dark of night. He was becoming a writer, possessing a kind of violent brilliant that stunned me every time I read one of his pieces. Seeing him put such astonishing thoughts on paper seemed incredible, like some sort of magic. He worked at night, when the mood or the inspiration struck him, and he slipped from my bed to answer the urge to create magnificent things about dragons and sorcerers and elves. I usually lay in bed while he worked, listening to the quiet clicking of the keys as he wrote. Then I would welcome him back into my bed when the words had gone dry and he fell exhausted against the pillow.

But tonight I was restless, full of dark and brooding energy. I stepped from the bed and went to the window, looked out over the snarling city toward the smug, fattened moon. I folded my arms across my chest, enjoying the smooth satin of my short nightgown as it shifted against my cool skin, shivering a little as the lace at the edges of the low cut neck nipped at my arms and pressed against my breasts.

Tonight I missed him badly. We'd both been busy at our day jobs, hadn't really spent all that much time together in almost a week. I watched the traffic in the street under the window, wanting him badly, the channel between my thighs aching for him. I slid my hand slowly over the slick, creamy satin and cupped myself, pressed my palm against my vulva until I could feel the solidity of my pubic bone behind the soft flesh, feet the heat of my need burning me through the cloth. I cupped and squeezed my left breast with my other hand, pinched the hardened, tingling nipple and tugged at it as he liked to do. I bit my lip, beginning to breathe hard, almost desperate for him now. To hell with his work, I wanted him, and badly.

LOVE STORY (NOT SEXUAL) ... Love Don’t Love Me

A young ray of sunlight floated between the pastel green leafs of the trees in front of her window, and like a soft kiss landed on her eyelids. Soft and gentle like a butterfly's touch, just as tender as HIS kisses used to be.

She woke up with a sigh on her lips – the birds outside seemed to sing their most beautiful songs only for her – and with a smile on her lips, she remembered HIM.

The sweet, precious moments in the morning, when HE used to take her hand before class, pulling her through a hole in the hedgerow in front of the vocational school, they both attended, caressing her face and kissing her gently.

HE then used to say: "Good morning, little butterfly. Now I can survive the boring hours of lectures."

Back then... In the first days of school, before the cliques established.

While she stepped beneath the streams of water, falling from the shower, she remembered how different the things have been back then, and how much she had changed since. The hard jets of water tingled on her skin and ran in slow rivulets down the curtain.

Suddenly she remembered an afternoon, back in second semester of their last year at the institute

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It was a rainy afternoon in September, and her relationship at that time was faltering for some reasons she couldn't remember anymore. She was sitting in the yard, bitter tears of sorrow running down her cheeks. It was a very cold day and she had left her sweater in her wardrobe, but she refused to walk through the whole building with her tears running down her face – to shameful it would have been for her to be seen.

So she sat there, shivering in her flimsy T-Shirt, while her tears bathed her face in grief. Her sobs drowned out HIS steps, and so she didn't realize HIM approaching.

HE put HIS coat on her trembling shoulders – As long as she had known HIM, HE always had worn dark coats– and whispered soothing words in her ear. Then HE sat next to her, took her hand in HIS and asked her what bothered her.

At once all of her floodgates opened wide, and she poured her heart out to HIM. In the end it lead to the dilemma, whether she should break up with her boyfriend at that time or give their relationship a second try.

A skilled observer probably wouldn't have missed HIS short hesitation before HE answered, but she didn't register anything at all.

"Butterfly... Do you love him?!

As she affirmed, HE continued:

V*gina Fingering Techniques: A Feeler's Guide To Orgasmic Pleasure.

When performing the following, make sure that your fingers are well lubricated. There is nothing more uncomfortable (and painful) than a dry finger roughly rubbed across a woman's clitoris or pushed inside. In most cases, proper foreplay stimulating a woman's erogenous zones will usually avoid the problem of dryness. Nevertheless, it never hurts to keep a "tube of lube" sitting nearby.

Most women masturbate by rubbing a finger or two over their clitoris, sometimes "through" the skin of their inner or outer lips, in a circular or back-and-forth motion.

Labial Massage

A WOMAN’S GUIDE TO A GOOD BLOW JOB

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My secondary school reunion: brought back my lost girlfriend.

Kemi dropped her keys on the counter and began leafing through the stack of mail waiting for her after work. Amongst the usual bills and junk mail, she did see one envelope that looked interesting. It had a return address of her old secondary school.

"What's this?" she thought dropping everything except for the letter, beginning to open it. She read: "Tenth Anniversary Reunion".

"God. Has it been ten years already?" she asked herself. Along with the usual information, she saw the date was less than a month away. She considered it briefly, deciding. She wanted to go. Now it was just a matter of convincing Ademola that it was something she really wanted to do.

Kemi had dinner well under way when Ademola arrived home himself. Pausing at the same spot Kemi had stood in earlier, he quickly pawed through the mail.

"Anything interesting?"

"No, not really. But there was a letter from my old secondary school," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh? What did they want?"

Kemi told him about the reunion coming up, as well as the date. She'd already checked her day planner and knew they had nothing planned for that weekend.

"Come on Ademola. I really want to go," she told him. "I had a lot of friends, many of which I haven't seen in years now."

"Can't you go by yourself?" he asked, still trying to beg himself off.

"No! What's the point in going alone? Everyone would wonder where the hell my husband was."

"Oh...I'm sure there'll be a few other's there without their spouses." Ademola stated, still trying to distance himself away from going.

"Please?"

"I'll think about it."

They barely spoke through dinner, then sat watching TV for a few hours before it was once again time for bed. Kemi had gone up a few minutes earlier to get ready while Ademola finished watching the news. Eventually he followed. Kemi was already in bed waiting for him when he got there. Once Ademola had undressed, he pulled back the covers to slip in to bed. As he did, he noticed Kemi was naked.

SEDUCTION:MY SECRET AFFAIR WITH MY COLLEAGUE

Tope works down the hall from me, and I'd started fantasizing about her about five minutes after she joined our agency a few months ago.

The sleeveless blouses and tailored slacks she wore to work were just the start of her appeal. Her breasts looked full and heavy, and no other mother of three - including my wife - ever had a tighter looking ass. She had a tiny, barely noticeable scar at the corner of her lip that made her mouth look like it was begging to be kissed. She wore her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and sometimes a stray lock would fall across her forehead, and it was all you could do not to reach up and brush it back for her.

Tope had to cross my door to get to that of Titilayo, her team leader on a crucial pitch we were about to make.

NKECHI’S FIRST LESBIAN EXPERIENCE

My boyfriend and I talked quite a bit about me trying my first girl/girl experience. I've fantasized about it for years but never done anything until recently. In secondary  school, I thought about asking a lesbian I knew from my  class if she could help me, but I was too scared.

It's been 5 years since secondary  school. I wanted to try an experience with another woman so bad. My boyfriend told me I should try, just to see if I'm only curious or actually bisexual.


I was supposed to wait until we found a woman I was comfortable with and let my boyfriend be there so that he could be comfortable with it all, too. I know it all turns him on, but he swore that a big part of it was him trying to help me realize how I actually felt about it all and both of us getting used to whatever I figured out.

We met a few on 2go that I liked, but I was still too afraid to actually do anything. That all changed few nights ago.

I had been talking to one girl in particular quite a bit. It started out on 2go and then went to lots of texting and eventually, meeting up to hang out. Like me, she was only supposed to do something if her boyfriend was there.

SPENDING MY LAST DAYS WITH FUNMI

It was the sound of her contented sigh that woke me.

Sleepily, I opened my eyes to the first faint rays of the morning sunlight attempting to peek through the still drawn curtains. There was just enough light filtering through the top of the window where the curtains failed to cloak the room into darkness, already chasing away the night with a promise of a new day. But a day I neither wanted to begin, nor end.

 She was still lying on her side facing towards me. Her eyes closed, still in sleep, perhaps dreaming, hopefully so.

Only then did I notice my hand was still held within hers as I lay on my side facing towards her. Still firmly, yet comfortably entwined, my hand rested snuggly within hers, both trapped between her legs where the warmth of her femininity reminded me of the sweetness of that last explosive encounter.

We'd known one another for years. But in all that time we had never once spent the entire night together. We had spoken of doing so more often than not. But both circumstance and scheduling had never coordinated together allowing us that one precious moment we had so wanted to share together. Late nights yes. But always followed by regret at having to slip from the still warm bed to dress, hurriedly afterwards going our separate ways, back to our separate lives. It was the only mar on the most beautiful, passionate, sensual moments any two people could even begin to imagine experiencing with one another.

And I hated that.

MY FANTASY ABOUT YOU, MY SECRET ADMIREE.

My smile doesn't fade as the lights go out. I can't remember the movie you chose for us to watch, but I know it will be good. I pull the blanket up to my hips as I wait for you to sit next to me. The cushion shifts under your weight bringing me closer to you as you sink onto the couch. I lean my head on your shoulder as you start the movie. You reach for my hand and intertwine our fingers, bringing a huge smile to my face and then pull the blanket over your lap. The opening credits come up just as your thumb starts stroking my thumb and my palm, a place that never fails to turn me on. I shift against the couch to try and relieve the pressure that is building between my legs. I moan softly as you put your arm around me. It surprises me every time to be affected so quickly by you. Just being near you. Listening to your voice. It turns me on.

Just as I finally rein in my want for you, I feel your lips caress the soft skin below my ear lobe shattering every thought I had in my head. My eyes close on their own and I can't help but suck in a breath. As I debate whether to push you away or not, you whisper the one thing that puts everything into motion. "Mm, I want you Sarah."

My body acted on it's own. Those simple words had me pushing the blanket off of our laps and had me climbing on top of you, settling my knees on either side of your legs. My smile gets bigger as I lean forward and kiss you deeply. I twirl my tongue around yours in a duel of desire, sparring and parrying sexily. Your hands tense against my hips, stilling my unconscious rubbing. Pulling back, I look into your eyes. I cock my eyebrow and give you a sexy smirk. I giggle quietly as your hands slide up my sides, across the sides of my breasts and up my neck. You pull my lips back to yours and you kiss me, sucking on my bottom lip. I shift closer to you, bringing our bodies flush against each other. I moan against your lips. Grinding down again, I feel your hard cock and begin to try and tease you. Just one grind and you growl, "Baby!" I can't help but giggle and smile at you.

I slip from your lap and onto my knees in front of you. I bite my lip as I look up at you, perched in between your legs. Your eyes drop from my eyes to my lips and back again. I can see you are thinking of my mouth on your cock and I can't help but lick my lips at the thought. My mouth waters as I think about tasting you. Keeping our eyes locked, I unbutton and unzip your pants. I run my finger down the length of your cock through your boxer, making you close your eyes. I reach up and pull at your boxers, urging you to lift your hips. You oblige and I pull them off. I lick my lips again before reaching out. Taking you in my hand, I start watching my hand stroke your cock. Deliberate, slow strokes that have you trying to thrust into my hand faster. Each time you try, I stop completely. It frustrates you and makes you want me more. The tip of your cock is glistening with pre-cum.

Not being able to stop myself, I bend down and take you in my mouth. One stroke down, fully in my mouth. The salty taste of cum fills my mouth and makes me moan against your cock. My pussy begins aching in earnest as my mouth slides off your cock slow. Keeping my mouth on the tip of your cock, I tease you with my tongue. Looking up at you I twirl my tongue around you, alternating between sucking gently and twirling my tongue. With a wink, I slide my mouth down the length of you again and slide my hand down to play with your balls. As soon as I make contact, you moan my name, causing a clench of all my muscles below my waist. I pull back and place kisses down the length of your cock. My mouth starts teasing your balls. My tongue flicking across the sensitive skin. I can't help but run my tongue up the underside of your cock before flicking my tongue across the tip of your cock again.

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Just as I was about to slide you fully into my mouth again, you pull me up your body. My bosoms grazing your rooster and then up your stomach and chest. My Tips harden at the contact. You shift us quickly, my back on the couch, you posed over me. I can't help but bite my bottom lip as your hands slide down to my hips. With a fierce tug, you pull off my Capri pants. A huge grin settles on your face when you see I don't have any panties on. You tug off your shirt before leaning down to place a warm kiss on my knee. My legs spread for you automatically as you kiss down my thigh. I watch as you place each kiss, your tongue darting against my soft skin. The moment your mouth makes contact with my Kitty-Cat I moan loudly. Your fingers make the same trek down my thigh as your tongue flicks my clit. I lift my hips, urging you to go faster, but you don't. You gently tease me with your lips and tongue. Slowly building me up. Your other hand slides up my stomach and up my shirt. The roughness of your hand against my bosom makes me arch my back.

You pinch my Tip as your tongue slides gently into my Kitty-Cat. "Oh Inno!" I moan softly as you roughly lick the roof of my Kitty-Cat. My Tips harden more as you replace your tongue with your finger, bleeping me slowly as you lap at my clit. I place my hand on the back of your head urging you to continue. "Please Inno! Please Bleep me." It came out as just a whisper, but it had the affect I was looking for. You stand up, looking down at me. I sit up and yank my shirt off before jumping into you, meshing our bodies. Giggling, I kiss you deeply, twirling our tongues again. Tasting myself on your lips heightens my desire for you.

Your hands slide down my body, settling on my hips before lifting me. Our lips are still locked as you shove me onto your rooster. I moan into your lips as I wrap my legs around you, squeezing you with my muscles in pleasure. I open my eyes as you start moving backwards. Colliding into the wall, our bodies jar with the impact. Our eyes collide again as you turn us around, my back against the wall. Using the wall to help support me, you lean back and watch as your rooster slides in and out of my aching wet Kitty-Cat. bleeping me roughly, my bosoms bounce with each thrust. I close my eyes and bite my lip at the sensations taking over my body. The cool air caressing my bosoms, keeping my Tips hard. The smooth wall sliding against the skin of my back. Your hands gripping my hips as you thrust into me. The friction of your rooster against the wetness of my Kitty-Cat, against my center of gravity. Your movements slow and you start bleeping me slowly and gently. Leaning closer, your tongue darts across my bottom lip causing me to smile.

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A stop of movement has my eyes jerk open. I am just about to ask as your lips cover mine in a sweet kiss. You move us towards the table and I can't help but smile more into your lips. The wood of the table is cold compared to the wall as you lay me down on it, never slipping out of me. I moan and arch my back. Your hands slip up my legs, pulling them straight. I look up at you, running my hands up my stomach to my breasts. Caressing the soft skin. Slowly running my hands around my breasts, squeezing them gently. The only movement you are making is your eyes following my hands. I close my eyes and relish the feel of my hands sliding against my skin and the feel of your cock stretching me. My muscles milk your cock as you watch me. I hear a deep moan and I look at you. The desire for me is written all over your face. Your eyes are black with lust as you start moving. Your hard cock pounding into my aching pussy. Your hands gripping my thighs roughly, leaving white marks. Our eyes stay connected as your fuck me. The pressure is so intense that my hand skims down my body to my clit. The moment I touch myself it is too much.

My eyes close and I start gasping for air. My body is shaking. I bite my lip and moan your name. Your lips kiss my ankle as the pressure from my finger on my clit and the feel of your cock slamming into me takes me over. I scream your name as my pussy clenches your cock. "Oh Sarah!" Your body shudders and you continue to pump into me as you come. Making both of us ride out our orgasms roughly and intensely. You allow my legs to fall to each side of you before leaning down to kiss me. Sweetly, you place kisses across my jaw to just below my ear. I moan and arch against you before giggling. That was the smallest action that started this. I glance towards the television and see the movie was over. "Inno!" was all I said before wrapping my arms and legs completely around you. I couldn't help but smile since it did turn out to be a great movie.

The End.