The Watcher
Those eyes…those deep blue eyes. Clyde sat there gawking uncontrollably, drooling at the vision before him. He didn't even know her except from seeing her from afar. Never in his wildest fantasies would he believe a woman this fine could want him.
They had nothing in common except they were both 5'4” tall. She was 110 pounds and he weighed 175. Her measurements were 38-25-36; his were more like 37-40-38. She liked rock music and he loved the blues. He was a John Wayne movie buff but she liked Julia Roberts’ comedies. He graduated from high school and married and went to work while raising a family. She was a 22-year-old junior at Yale studying psychology and drama.
But he did know what turned her on: she loved leather. She was an exhibitionist and he loved to watch!
He sat there patiently watching her, as she stood bent over a chair wearing black stiletto heels and a leather peek-a-boo bra. She stared back at him with that nasty little smile on her face and those piercing blue eyes. Moving over to the bed with its satin red sheets, she lay down on her stomach with her left leg pulled up ever so slightly, accentuating her ass. She lifted her chest to reveal her perfect breasts and her red curly hair flowed across her neck and shoulders. Then she rolled over to her back and dripped yogurt onto her nipples and smiled devilishly as she smeared it around her areolas.
God how he wanted to help her! He even stuck his tongue out but she wouldn't let him…yet. She moved over to the doorway and grabbed onto the top of the frame, revealing her entire body from her flaming red hair to her painted fire red toenails and all her other absolutely perfect attributes in between.
He longed to touch her, but he couldn't. He was slowly being tortured by the longing in his heart and the yearning in his body.
She moved back onto the bed wearing a sapphire blue robe. She closed her eyes and opened herself for only his eyes to see. She had an incredible looking pubis with the red pubic hair trimmed back revealing everything a man could want.
Clyde wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his lips. He hungered to taste this Venus before his eyes.
She pulled back the outer labia beckoning him to delve deeper into her velvety vice.
Clyde couldn't take it anymore. This was too much for him, too much for any man. He unzipped his fly and tugged feverishly at his manliness trying to free it. Suddenly:
Knock, Knock, Knock!
“Did you fall in?!? Dammit, Clyde. Every first Monday of the month you get that Playboy magazine in the mail there's no getting you out of the frickin' bathroom! You're gonna go blind doing that!”
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The Desperation
The candles burned hot and the flickering lights cast the silhouettes of two lovers against the wall. A trail of clothes were thrown randomly across the floor and the smooth sounds of jazz played quietly in the background, interrupted only by the harsh breaths from the lovers as the intensity of their passions reached a crescendo.
She was beautiful, riding him and throwing her head back as she felt her orgasm approach. Her full breasts rose as she gasped and her muffled cries of passion only made him drive harder and she rocked back and forth on his cock. She traced his lips with her fingers and he nibbled on them. Trying desperately to keep upright, she felt weak and almost ready to collapse against him. She knew she couldn’t stop she was too close.
He caressed her tummy gently then grasped her hips. Tilting her forward, he drove deeper inside. She felt like a balloon about to explode. She pulled her long hair back with one hand and held herself up with the other hand, digging her nails into his chest. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes tight and jerked hard like an earthquake as she came. Over and over the ripples of the orgasm rolled through her body making her muscles flex around his swollen hardness.
“Oh my God!” he moaned, as she quickly pulled him out and slid down to wrap her mouth around his engorged manhood. She could taste her own juices as she sucked down the length of his penis. He shook and then froze, tightening his muscles and stretching out so hard that his toes curled. He then erupted like a volcano and his lava ran down the sides of her mouth. She continued milking the fluids built-up deep inside of him until there were no more.
“Damn. It’s been so long, babe,” he said quietly.
She stood up and smiled back at him, wiping the stream of cum from her chin as she walked to the sink to spit it out. After she brushed her teeth, the gargling of Listerine warbled through the bedroom. “Well, you’re the one that got me pregnant. I didn’t want you poking the kid in the eye.”
“Well thanks for giving in. I appreciate it.”
“SHIT!” she said desperately. “I go to all the bother of having sex even though I don’t feel like it because they say it makes you go into labor and nothing. SHIT!”
“Well I hope you enjoyed it a little?”
“Ya right that’s how I got into this mess.” BUUUURRRRRPPPP! Pftttttttttt. “Damn, I got gas now. Move over, my back hurts and my hemorrhoids are screaming. And don’t snore so loud tonight, it’s pissing me off.”
Lying in bed together, they looked at each other smiling.
“I love you.”
“I love you too” she whispered.
Then they both farted and rolled over.
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