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EXQUISITE DESSERT

Monday, November 30th, 2015

Carl, thirty-three, is tall and brawny, carrying 210 pounds on his six-foot frame. His short hair is light brown like his eyes. When he moves, his muscles ripple impressively, muscles developed not from exercising in a gym, but from hard physical labor. Carl started working in construction when he was seventeen. For the past six years, he has owned his own contracting company. His twenty six-year-old wife, Lucy, works as a sales representative for a women’s clothing line. Carl says he and Lucy have their best sex when one plans an erotic surprise for the other .

Sex is always good for Lucy and me. I don’t think it’s ever going to get old with us. Probably one of the reasons for it is this little game. we play. We love to surprise each other with unusual sex. Lucy started it all about six years ago. It was just after I got into my own business. We were doing some subcontracting on a tall building that was being constructed in the center of town. One afternoon, just before quitting time, Johnnie, one of my workers, told me that there was a problem on the top floor. He asked me to go up and have a look with him. Now remember, this wasn’t a building yet; just the skeleton of a structure. You know, steel girders and poured concrete floors. Not much more. I followed Johnnie into the cage-the construction elevator. I punched the button for the thirty-seventh floor. Then, just as the cage started going up, Johnnie jumped off, hollering that .he’d see me later. I couldn’t imagine what the hell was going on, but with that elevator, once you punch in the floor number you can’t stop it. So up, up, and away I went. I figured the son of a bitch was playing a joke on me and sending me for a joy ride. I was going to ride down again as soon as the cage got to the top floor so I could have a little talk with Johnnie. But when it stopped, there was a surprise waiting for me. My wife was standing barefoot on the concrete apron by the elevator gate. She was wearing a smile and nothing else.

Man, did that turn me on. I mean, here I was right in the middle of the city on the top floor of a completely open structure, with my wife stark naked and her giant tits flapping in the breeze. And let me tell you Lucy’s got some big ones. She’s really a hot-looking woman, about five-seven with a tiny waist and wide hips. Her hair is real dark, almost black, and she’s got a jungle of it down below, if you know what I mean. Everything was showing. I just stood there gawking, with my cock getting hard. “Hi, big boy,” she said, putting on an exaggerated seductive voice. “Glad you could come up and see me.” She opened the elevator gate and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the cage. Without another word, she unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick, which by now was as hard as an iron bar.

Pretty as you please, she dropped to her knees on the rough concrete and started sucking me off. When I felt her hot mouth closing around me, all I could do was concentrate on the sensations. Her tongue was swabbing my tool while the skyscraper wind whistled in the girders around us. It was so sudden and unexpected that I came right away. Lucy kept on sucking me while I pumped and pumped and pumped. My eyes were shut tight, and for an instant I forgot where I was. Just as I finished coming, Lucy started pushing me backward with her hands. When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in the cage. She slammed shut the gate, punched the button for the ground floor, and sent me on my way again. “Nothing like going down,” she called as the cage descended. When I got to the bottom, Johnnie was laughing. She had set up the whole thing with him in advance. “Hey, boss man,” Johnnie teased. “Better zip up your fly.”

After that, Lucy and I started to compete with each other to see who could come up with the best erotic surprise. The great thing about that kind of contest is we both are winners. We always try to outdo each other at our little sex game, but I’ve got to take credit for the best one of all. It was when I thought up the idea of surprising her with dessert. It was just a couple of months ago, in fact. In the morning, we agreed to meet after work for a fancy dinner in one of our favorite restaurants. I had been hatching my scheme for a week or two. As soon as Lucy left to go to her job, I got everything ready.

That night, we had a couple of drinks and a great dinner. At the end of the meal, the waiter offered to bring coffee and a dessert tray. Lucy was about to order when I interrupted. “I don’t think so,” I said, winking at my wife. “Tonight we’re having dessert at home.” I could tell fro in Lucy’s expression that she got my meaning. She knew a surprise was coming. We practically fell over each other in haste as I paid the bill. Heading home, I don’t know which of us was more eager for the rest of the night to unfold. As soon as we got into the house, I told Lucy to go into the bedroom, get completely undressed, and wait for me on the bed. I went to the kitchen to get the tray that I had prepared earlier and carried it into the bedroom.

Lucy had followed my instructions and was lying nude on her back on the shower curtain that I had used to cover the bed. Her legs were spread slightly to give me a view of her pussy. She knows how hot that gets me. “What’s with the plastic sheet?” she asked. Then she sat up to look curiously at the tablecloth I had thrown over the tray. “And what are you hiding under that?” ”Never mind,” I answered. ”Just close your eyes and leave everything to me.” I could tell by the way her nipples got hard that she was excited. She lay back down, closing her eyes submissively. · Taking a jar of honey from the tray, I went to the foot of the bed. I stroked her feet with my hands and then poured some honey onto them. “What are you doing?” she asked, as the thick liquid trickled over and between her toes.

I answered without words, lifting her foot to my mouth and closing my lips around her big toe. She sighed softly when I began sucking one toe at a time, dipping my tongue into the spaces between them to lap up every drop of honey. I did the same to her other foot, her body writhing in response to the explorations of my mouth. After I licked all the honey from her feet, I held the jar over her and drizzled long streaks of it up the entire length of her legs, watching it ooze over the insides of her thighs and drip onto the plastic sheet that covered the bed. I also poured a gob of the sticky stuff into the crater of her navel. I could see by the way her pelvis began thrusting that contact with the thick liquid was arousing her. I was in no hurry.

Slowly, with light flicks of my tongue, I began licking the honey off her skin. I started at her right ankle and trailed my way up a millimeter at a time, my mouth coming closer and closer to her pussy. The fragrance of her sexual excitement mingled with the sweet scent of honey, creating the most exotic perfume I ever inhaled. I brought my tongue to the edge of her opening and then teased her by changing direction and licking downward, concentrating on the inside of her thigh. She began to moan as I repeated the performance on her other leg, again bringing my mouth to the brink of her sex before heading down toward her ankle. Her hairy mound was rotating in small circles as her excitement built. I placed my hand on the triangle of fur and pressed gently, feeling the moisture of desire oozing between her sex lips. Bending over her, I licked around the outside of her navel, enjoying the sweet flavor of the honey mixed with the salty taste of her excited perspiration. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the golden pool that the nectar formed in the pit of her belly button. She lifted her ass off the mattress, trying to press herself harder against my face, but I pulled back slightly to keep the contact light and teasing.

Lucy has a sensitive navel and always likes it when I lick her there in our foreplay. The sticky substance must have increased her sensitivity, because as I lapped at it with hungry strokes of my tongue, her moans got louder. I kept it up until I had swallowed every drop. By now she was beside herself, her body moving violently on the bed. Dipping two of my fingers into the honey jar, I rubbed it softly onto the open lips of her pussy. She practically howled at the touch. I returned to the jar for more, and then did it again, until every bit of pink membrane was shining with the syrupy coating. Pouring generously from the jar, I drenched her clit, watching it swim in the amber fluid.

Lucy convulsed with excitement, her hips thrashing from side to side. Her legs spread apart even farther, her sexual opening begging for more attention. The honey on her pussy seemed to be bubbling with her heat. I began rubbing it, inserting my fingers between the lips to carry some of the sweetness inside. With the tips of my index and middle fingers, I traced a circle around the throbbing button of her clit, bringing her almost to the edge of climax. When I stopped, she groaned a plea for satisfaction.

In response, I licked lightly at her sex lips. The honey sweetened the spicy female flavor, exciting me almost as much as it was exciting her. I delved deep with the blade of my tongue, plunging it inside to extract the combination of sweet syrup and lovejuice. The sounds she made inspired me to perform intricate maneuvers with my lips and mouth. I turned her pussy inside out to suck hungrily at it. I lapped around its edges, bringing soft cries of desire from her throat. Finally, I closed my mouth around her clit. She practically hit the ceiling. I sucked and I licked, lapping at the sticky syrup that coated her most sensitive spot. The taste was changing, sweetness giving way to the tart erotic savor ofher.preorgasmic secretions. I sucked harder, pressing my mouth tight against her mound to form with my lips a protective circle around her clit. I made a buzzing sound in the back of my throat, which set my whole mouth vibrating to increase her pleasure.

With a cry, she reached a climax. Her juices poured from her opening, coating the honeyed walls of her vagina and wetting the insides of her thighs. I licked her until she placed her hands on my head and pushed me away. She lay there panting, trying to calm herself after her explosive orgasm. Before she could completely recuperate, I brought on the second course. Her eyes were open now. She seemed to watch helplessly as I poured warm fudge sauce over and around her breasts. The gooey syrup coated the crinkled red nubbins of her nipples and circled the pebbly disks surrounding them. When the smooth skin of her big round tits was crisscrossed with dark chocolate lines, I sprinkled them with flakes of white candy.

Shaking a can of whipped cream, I sprayed a snowy cap onto each of her mountains. I decorated each swelling breast with banana slices and a bright red cherry from a bowl on the tray. I took a plump strawberry and used it to dab some of the fudge sauce from her breast. After dipping it into the whipped cream, I offered it to her, holding the sweetened berry to her lips. After she ate it, I helped myself to one. First I stroked her softly with it, coating the red fruit with syrup. Then I trailed the chocolate-covered strawberry around both nipples, picking up some of the whipped cream and candy flakes. Scooping a banana slice onto the erotic confection, I bit into it, exposing the fleshy inside of the strawberry. I rubbed its juicy surface against her nipple, burrowing through the dollop of whipped cream toward its peak before popping the rest of the berry into my mouth. Lucy was becoming aroused again by our erotic feast. When I started licking the coatings directly from her skin, she moaned. I used my tongue like a paintbrush, dabbing in little strokes that stimulated her to make rhythmic movements with her hips and pelvis. I licked steadily, starting at the base of one breast and trailing my tongue all around it before sliding its tip across the valley of her cleavage to begin on the other. I took my time, coming nearer and nearer to her nipples without actually making contact with them.

When I finally had both tits licked clean, I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. By now I knew she was ready to be fucked. It would culminate our erotic dessert. Holding a can of whipped cream in each hand, I garnished the entire front of her body with the fluffy white topping. She made little sobbing sounds as the airy substance swirled and fl.owed over her to tickle and titillate her skin. The warmth of her body made the cream velvety and light,. and sent it seeking its way into her every nook and cranny. When the cream had formed a two-inch cushion that covered her completely, I sprayed the last of it onto my pulsating erection. Lucy’s eyes widened with excitement when she realized what was about to happen.

I knelt on the edge of the bed and lowered my body onto hers. The whipped cream compressed between us, our combined body heat melting it a little, making us slick with it. I moved my torso from side to side, slipping and sliding against her. The smoothness of the cream softened the roughness of my skin. I stroked her tits with my chest, feeling my own nipples harden as they made contact with hers. My cock was moving by itself, seeking the heat of her welcoming pussy. Her hips lifted, raising her opening high to make the entry easier. When the throbbing tip found her slit, it fell inside, lubricated by the thick coating of whipped cream. At the moment of penetration we both gasped. Neither one of us was prepared for the sudden rush of ecstasy that swept over us. I plunged forward, burying the entire length of my hard-on within her. We began thrusting together in rhythm. Each in-stroke brought me right to the center of her sex, making my scrotum swing forward to slap gently against her cream-coated ass. When I drew back, the cream glued us together for a moment, connecting our writhing bodies. We continued to slide against each other as we fucked. Lucy wrapped her legs around my waist to keep me from slipping away and to pull me tight against her, my cock driving once more to her center.

“Oh, Carl,” she whimpered. “You fuck me so good. Oh, Carl. I’m going to come. Again.” I felt it too, that wonderful friction beginning in my balls and forcing its way up through my cock. With each plundering thrust, the internal tingling increased. It was becoming almost unbearable. We drove harder and deeper, each stroke bringing us closer to a shared orgasm. It hit like a blast of dynamite. I pumped my come into her while she poured her· juices over my cock. The spasms of pleasure had me shuddering and gyrating, oblivious to the world around me. I heard nothing but Lucy’s guttural cries as she rose to sexual satisfaction. We clawed at each other, frantic to extinguish the fires consuming us. We came forever, riding to the heights before drifting slowly back down to earth. When it was over, we were totally exhausted and totally content.

Shit, man. That was something.

I hope I didn’t shock you with my story or the language I used. You asked me about the best sex I ever had. So I told it like it was.

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    SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION

    Saturday, November 28th, 2015

    A marriage counselor once told a couple that their relationship would improve if they injected more spontaneity into their sex life. “Instead of planning it, just make love whenever the mood strikes,” she advised them. On their next visit to her office, the couple reported that they had taken her advice and that, although their marriage had improved as a result, they were no longer welcome _in their favorite restaurant. Sexual urges are not the products of discipline or training. They are always bubbling in the caldera of our unconscious minds. Like lava, they spring forth whenever they find an opening, regardless of any sense of propriety about time or place.

    Predetermining when and where sexual intercourse will occur is like attempting to tame the forces of Nature itself. The results are often disastrous. Sex loses its novelty when it becomes scheduled or routine. This may cause a relationship to grow stale and lackluster. The excitement of making love on impulse can restore the glitter, even if it does offend the headwaiter.

    There is, of course, a middle ground. Life offers many opportunities for indulging erotic desires without falling to the floor in the local supermarket or coupling on the photocopy machine in the middle of the office. Adventurous couples can always find a place for unscheduled sex without risking arrest for public lewdness.

    The people who tell their stories in this blog are of different ages and varied walks of life. What they have in common is that they all discovered the benefits of sexual spontaneity. The joy that is apparent as they recount their experiences is a suggestion of the pleasures that await those who are willing to change their plans at a moment’s notice to accommodate their sexual needs.

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      EQUESTRIAN FANTASY

      Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

      Barrie is forty-two years old. Her five-foot-seven-inch frame carries a voluptuous fleshiness that brings to mind a painting by Rubens. She wears her wavy chestnut hair long and loose. The color of her eyes, just a shade darker than her hair, emphasizes the olive of her complexion. Barrie’s husband, Gordon, owns a car dealership, which he inherited from his father. Barrie says that the best sex she ever had was on the day Gordon became the handsome prince of her adolescent dreams.

      About four years ago, Gordon and I found the vacation home that we had been searching for. It’s an old stone house in the woods on three hundred acres of land in the heart of Washington’s timber country. It’s only a few hours’ drive from the city where we live, but it feels like another world. As soon as we saw it, we knew it was for us. I liked the seclusion, but I think that what appealed most to Gordon was that the place needed a lot of fixing up. He said that working with his hands on the weekend would help him relax after a hard week in the city. Cedar and pine and fir trees grow over most of the land, but the area around the house is clear. There are a few outbuildings, a small ham, and a corral. When we bought the place, there was a white horse in our corral. It belonged to Fred Conklin, a neighbor who was in the process of building a new ham on his own land. When we moved in, Fred offered to remove the horse to a temporary shed that he had constructed, but I told him it wouldn’t be necessary. I liked seeing the horse there.

      Fred told me that he didn’t have time to do much riding and that we could ride Gunner whenever we wanted to. He said that Gunner was an old reliable trail horse who had been ridden through these woods for more than twenty years and probably knew them better than any human ever could. He frequently let Gunner out in the morning to graze on whatever wild grasses he could find. In the evening, Gunner always returned to the corral, where his oats and hay were waiting. Fred said that if Gordon and I really wanted to become familiar with our property, we ought to climb onto Gunner’s back and let him go wherever he wanted. Sooner or later we’d get to see all of our land that way. Fred said that Gunner was strong enough to carry two people. I liked the idea at once. I had done quite a bit of riding when I was a girl. In fact, I had my first sexual experience while riding a horse. I’ll never forget the first time that it happened to me. My parents had given me a chestnut quarter horse for my fourteenth birthday. I used to ride ev.ery day after school.

      At first I was real nervous. I’d cling to the pommel of my saddle so hard that my knuckles would tum white. After a while, though, I became more confident. Soon I was even riding without a saddle. That’s how it happened. I would bridle the horse and throw a thin blanket over his back. Then I would ride the neighborhood trails, holding on with my legs. As I bounced up and down against the horse’s backbone, I would get a warm sensation between my thighs. I didn’t quite know what it was, but I knew that it felt good. Sometimes, when I was.sitting in my clas~ at school, I would daydream about riding. But I’m sure it was really that tingly feeling that I would be thinking about.

      Then one day it happened. I was deliberately bouncing and rubbing myself against the horse’s back, feeling the sensation getting more and more intense. The crotch of my panties was getting moist, and I knew somehow that it wasn’t the horse’s sweat that was making me wet. Suddenly, with a gush of excitement, I exploded. For what seemed like an eternity, the rest of the world disappeared. I felt like I was spinning in the vortex of a giant whirlpool. It was a little frightening, because I felt that I had totally lost control of myself and my emotions. But it was wonderful. I hoped that it would never end and for a while I thought it wouldn’t. When it was over, I struggled to catch my breath, suddenly realizing that I was still on horseback and that not very much time had passed at all. I rode home immediately.

      The next day, I hurried to go riding after school again. This time I knew that I was riding for that feeling. I positioned myself as far forward as possible so that my pelvis was pressed tight against the base of the horse’s neck. With every step, the movements of his head rubbed his rigid backbone against the sensitive tissues between my legs. I hadn’t ridden half a mile when I felt the explosion begin. This time when it was over, I kept riding until I made it happen again. After that, I realized that I was in control. I could bring on that wonderful feeling any time I wanted to. A few months later one of the girls at school mentioned the word orgasm, and all the other girls said that they hoped they would get to have one some day. It was then that I realized what had been happening to me every afternoon when I rode my horse. I never told the other girls, though. It was my little secret.

      I began experimenting with different gaits and speeds, seating myself in various positions until I became an expert at masturbating on horseback: Eventually, I discovered that I could bring on the orgasms more quickly and make them more intense ifl didn’t wear underwear. I would ride in a long flared skirt, spreading it out around me so that no one would know that I was naked underneath it or that I was rubbing myself against the horse through the thin saddle blanket.

      As my orgasms approached, I found myself fantasizing about a tall handsome Prince Charming who had scooped me up and carried me off on the back of his glis~ening white horse. He would make passionate love to me while his horse bounded over hills and dales on the way to his castle. Somehow we were always naked in my fantasy, except for the gold crown which he wore on his head and that never seemed to bounce off. These were the thoughts that were going through my mind the first time I rode Gunner. Fred Conklin had an old saddle, but he said that Gunner was used to being ridden bareback. When he offered me a saddle blanket and suggested that I just throw it over Gunner’s back and climb o~, I couldn’t help smiling to myself.

      I hadn’t ridden since my teens, and it never occurred to me that I would experience those wonderful erotic sensations on horseback again now that I was an adult. But I did. I was wearing an old pair of faded Levi’s that I’d had for so long that they were perfectly molded to my body. When I threw my leg over Gunner’s back, the fabric pulled tight against my crotch, exciting me in a strange but familiar way and making me feel warm all over. I realized at once that it wasn’t the jeans that were turning me on so much as it was my recollection of those adolescent experiences.

      It took a moment for me to settle comfortably on the horse and I wiggled about, seeking the right position. As I did so, I could feel Gunner’s back caressing my sex through my jeans. I became moist almost at once.

      I took Fred’s advice, letting Gunner walk wherever he pleased. After a few minutes, I began moving my body in rhythm with his steps, remembering things about riding that I had thought I had forgotten. Soon it felt natural to just fiow along with the animal. I didn’t even have to think about what I was doing.

      As the forest swallowed us, I gazed around at the scenery, unconsciously enjoying the warm sensation in that secret spot between my legs. It was like having my adolescent experiences all over again. Only it was better now. When I was a teenager, every sexual sensation was new to me, and sometimes the newness distracted me from the pleasure. But now I was an adult. I knew all about sex. None of the sensations was new. There was no confusion, no uncertainty. There was nothing but pleasure. I was free to enjoy it in a way I never could have as an innocent young girl.

      I could feel my nipples hardening against the inside of my bra. I suppose the same thing must have happened when I was fourteen, but I can’t remember being aware of it then. I pressed the palms of my hands against my breasts, feeling them tingle at my own touch. The heat of sexual passion was rising quickly inside me.

      Gripping Gunner tightly with my legs, I began rocking my groin against his back. Each movement made me wetter. Every step that he took bounced me against him and made my tissues throb with pleasure. As I felt a climax overtaking me, I shut my eyes tightly, returning to my teenage world of discovery. When the first wave of ecstasy washed over me, I had a fleeting image of a naked Prince Charming in a gold crown penetrating me with his massive penis.

      After that, I took Gunner out almost every weekend, usually while Gordon was fixing or building something in the house. Gunner was an easy horse to ride, and I had a feeling of total confidence as he walked or loped through the forest. I enjoyed exploring the woods at the whim of the horse. Most of all, I enjoyed the secret orgasms that I had on Gunner’s back. Each time I came, I relived the fantasy of sex on horseback. It was still a handsome prince who made love to me while carrying me off to his castle. But now the prince had Gordon’s face.

      After my rides, I would tell Gordon about the beautiful places I had seen. But· I didn’t tell him about the orgasms. I guess I was a little embarrassed. After all, I wasn’t a kid anymore; I was a married woman. I was afraid that Gordon would wonder why I didn’t just ride. back and make love to him when I was feeling sexy. I was afraid that he’d get jealous of my riding.

      ·One day, Gunner took me to a spot I had never seen before. It was located deep in the forest, where the trees were so thick that the sun couldn’t shine through. Suddenly, Gunner stepped in.to a clearing where the light was dazzling. It felt like we had entered another world. I could feel the sun’s heat beating down against me in sharp contrast to the cool damp of the forest. There was a little pond, and the air was absolutely still except for the sound of unseen birds in the treetops. It was the most picturesque place on our property.

      I couldn’t wait for Gordon to see it. On the ride back, I paid careful attention to its location so that I could be sure of finding it again. When I described it to Gordon, he was intrigued. He agreed to visit the spot with me the following weekend. Some time during that week, I decided to try and live out my adolescent dream with Gordon. In preparation for the weekend, I went to a W estem-wear shop in the city and bought a long, flared skirt with fringe around the hem. It reminded me of the skirt I wore to ride in when I was young. I know it sounds funny, but I found myself becoming sexually aroused. just trying it on. I also bought a loose fitting white blouse with a scoop neckline and little rhinestones sewn onto it.

      I was nervous all week, obsessed with the idea of making my dream come true. I could think of nothing else. It seemed as though the weekend would never arrive. Saturday morning, as we drove to the woods, Gordon chatted gaily about all the work he was going to accomplish on the house. But I had other ideas. As soon as we arrived, I ran into the bedroom and changed into my cowgirl blouse and skirt. I wore no bra or panties.

      When Gordon saw me in my new outfit, he grinned. He said he loved the way the blouse and skirt looked on me. But of course, he had no idea of what it meant to me. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s go riding. It’s a perfect day to see that pond I told you about, Gordon.”

      Before he had a chance to answer, I grabbed his hand and led him out to the corral. When Gunner saw us coming, he whinnied and walked toward the gate. He stood patiently ·while I fitted him with the -bridle and threw the blanket over him.

      Gordon put one foot on a fence rail and lifted himself athletically onto 9unner’s back. Then, reaching down like the prince of my dreams, he lifted me up to sit in front of him. The horse rode off confidently, accepting both of us with ease.

      I took the reins as Gordon placed his hands on my waist. Although Gunner was accustomed to select his own trails, he responded willingly to the signals that I gave him. I headed him toward the pond, leaning back against the strength of Gordon’s chest. “Hold me tighter,” I said. “It feels so good.”

      Gordon put his arms around me, caressing my belly with his fingertips. I could feel his hands stealing up to stroke the undercurves of my breasts. When he realized that I was not wearing a bra, he drew his breath in. “Naughty little cowgirl,” he said. “I wonder what you have in mind.”

      I giggled like a schoolgirl and shimmied from side to side, rubbing my backagainst him. “Isn’t this fun?” I whispered. “Just the two of us riding together around our property.”

      Gordon responded by kissing me lightly behind my ear. The touch of his lips filled my loins with desire. The day, the horse, the scenery, the ride, all came together so very perfectly. My excitement was building as I thought about the dream that I had nurtured since my teens and that I hoped was now about to be realized.

      The forest was becoming denser, the shade deepening as the sun fought vainly to penetrate the thick canopy of leaves above us. Then, as the darkness was about to become overwhelming, Gunner stepped into the clearing. For a moment we were blinded by the sudden reflection of the sun on the smooth surface of the pond.

      “Wow,” Gordon gasped. “Barrie, I think we’ve just entered Shangri-La.” I could feel his excitement. “I never imagined anything so beautiful,” he said. “And it all belongs to us.” He swung down from Gunner’s back and reached up for my hand. We walked to the edge of the pond and stood staring at it together in silence.

      “Someday we should have a picnic here,” I said. Then, taking his hand, I added, “But now let’s get back on Gunner. I want to show you something else.”

      Gordon climbed up onto the horse’s back and reached out to help me up. But, stepping on a tree stump, I straddled Gunner with my back to the horse’s neck and faced Gordon.

      My husband laughed. “Hey,” he said. “Thinking of joining the circus? You’re sitting backward.”

      “Not a circus,” I said. “But the show is just beginning.” With that, I crossed my arms in front of me and took the hem of my blouse in both hands. I gazed into Gordon’s eyes for a moment, and then stripped the blouse off over my head with a single swift movement.

      The cool air of the forest felt good against my bare breasts, and I felt my nipples harden- immediately. Gordon sighed before burying his face in the valley of my cleavage. I tangled my fingers in his hair and moved his head so that his lips were against one of my swollen nipples. I felt him suck hungrily at it, his tongue stroking gently at the sensitive flesh.

      I moaned as Gunner took a tentative step forward. The rippling muscles in his back caressed my bare vagina through the thin fabric of the saddle blanket. Gordon continued licking my breasts,
      unaware that I was naked under my skirt. As Gunner began walking out of the clearing, Gordon leaned back to watch my breasts bounce with each of the horse’s movements.

      It was exciting to see my husband stare at me that way. Languidly, I leaned back against the horse’s neck, gazing at the bulge that Gordon’s erection made in the front of his pants. He saw where I was looking and grinned. “Do ·you think we can do it on horseback?” he asked. I just smiled and lifted my skirt slowly, exposing my knees and thighs to his lustful gaze. As I raised the garment higher, I saw his penis twitch against the fabric of his trousers. Then, at once, I pulled the skirt all the way up, showing him my nakedness.

      Reaching forward, I undid his zipper and freed his huge erection from the confinement of his pants. There was a drop of moisture at its tip. “Yes, Gordon,” I said. “I think we can do it on horseback.” Gunner seemed to sense our need and stopped, wafting for his next command. I slithered toward my husband, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw my sex closer to his rigid penis. Lifting myself onto his lap, I moved my hips from side to side until my moist opening found the tip of his manhood. I felt him rock slowly, easing himself forward until he was barely inside me. A groan tore involuntarily from my throat.

      I closed my eyes and imagined that I was a teenage girl in the arms of a charming prince. The fantasy was complete. We were astride his noble charger in the woods that surrounded his castle. His strong hands were upon my shoulders, drawing me closer as his·probing member gently plunged my dewy depths. I wanted to swallow his hardness into my tunnel, but I remained passive, submitting to his strength and nobility.

      I had found the prince of my adolescent fantasies. He was about to take me, to make me his completely. As our bodies joined, I could almost see the golden crown upon his head. I never felt so fulfilled, so wanton, so complete. It was as though I had been waiting for this moment ever since that first explosion in my teen years. It was as though all of life had been nothing more than a background for my dream of love on the back of a horse.

      Inside me, there was a climax building of such intensity that at first it baflled and confused me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was new. It was incredible. It was perfect. It was there. When it hit, I rocked forward furiously, aware that Gordon was exploding at precisely the same moment. All time stopped. The universe was ours alone. We filled it with our ecstasy, moaning and sobbing the sounds of our pleasure to a silent, secret forest. It was perfect. It was more than I ever could have imagined. A century later, we became aware again of our surroundings, even more beautiful now that they had been the backdrop for our shared love. Gunner was in motion, heading back to the house without any further instruction from me. He seemed to know that our visit to the forest was complete, that there was nothing more that we could take from nature that day.

      Since then, Gordon and I have made love in the forest many times. Occasionally, we bring a blanket to our little pond and make passionate love in the dazzling light of the clearing. We both feel that we have achieved erotic perfection. But I’ll never forget that wonderful day when my Prince Charming made love to me on his handsome steed. No matter what else I ever experience, I will always think of that day as the best sex I ever had.

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        I’ve seen Lamprey’s with weaker suction

        Sunday, November 22nd, 2015

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          exhibsatxgirl: sweetornasty: NICOLE 45 Wow!  Words don’t…

          Saturday, November 21st, 2015

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          NICOLE 45

          Wow!  Words don’t express the joy brought to Nicole and I when we come across her pictures that someone else has taken the time to modify into something original and share online.  This is especially nice when the picture is our favorite genre of dressed and nude exposure.  mmmm Thanks so much!  We love it!  K&N

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              Saturday, November 21st, 2015

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                jiggaracci33: Miranda Janinie is kinda cute. She kinda looks…

                Saturday, November 21st, 2015

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                Miranda Janinie is kinda cute. She kinda looks Christina Aguilera when she had dark hair.

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                  Saturday, November 21st, 2015

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                    Saturday, November 21st, 2015

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