RECIPE FOR A HEARTBREAK

"Heat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit"

"I have been dying for this."  He bent his head down and tongued my nipple.  I moaned and pushed my chest into his mouth.  I felt him slip my dress all the way down.  His thumbs slid into the waistband of my lace underwear and shoved them down my hips.  I now stand fully naked with my back against the wall.

He removed his clothes never taking his mouth away from my skin.  He was sucking the pulse point on my neck, he was kissing my chin, he was licking my nipples -- I felt him everywhere and all over me.

He kicked his boxers off and pressed his nakedness against me.  He pinned my wrists above my head with my back arched against the wall, my breasts pushing against his chest, and he slid one thigh between my legs.

I found myself rubbing my wet pussy against his thigh muscles frantically rocking against his leg and he pushed back even harder.

I gasped as I felt his mouth close over one nipple.  His cock was sliding  against my thigh - waiting and ready.

He then slid down to his knees and buried his face between my legs.  "No, I want you.  I want your cock."  I protested but he ignored me and slid his tongue right in.

He thumbed my clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, his tongue moving in and out.  I felt myself begin to convulse and he slipped two fingers into me and finger fucked my while he sucked on my clit, hard and fast.

I screamed.  Even I myself couldn't make out the sounds I was making.  I came.  Hard against his lips, his tongue, and his fingers.

"Mix sugars, butter and egg in large bowl. Stir in flour, baking soda and salt. Stir in nuts and chocolate chips."

Last night he wanted me like a man wants a woman.

I remembered the way we tore at each other's clothes, the moment I dropped to my knees and took his length in my mouth, the incredible sensations that went through me as he returned the favor and went down on me, the wholeness of being joined together as lovers, and the safety of waking up with his arms wrapped around me.

And I woke up with a smile on my face.

I love him.

And when he told me he loved me last night, I almost wept with joy.

I  wasn't looking for love.

Yet he found me, he pursued me, he showered me with attention - now what's a girl to do with that but fall.  He melted my heart.

So I opened my  iPad,  logged onto my facebook account and started to type:

"She is 28.5. He is 28.5. Well actually, she is 30 and he is 27, but he had this grand idea of them meeting in the middle - the 3-year age difference be split into two for each of them. He was willing to gain 1.5 years of their age difference for her and they'd be equals.


Are they or aren’t they? That’s the question, but even they don’t know what they have. They weren’t into labels. But it’s there. Whatever it is. But thing’s are just starting. So why rush it, right? It could be something grand or not. But right now it’s too early to tell."

"Drop dough by rounded tablespoonfuls about 2 inches apart onto ungreased cookie sheet."

He rolled onto his back and settled me on top of him.  I sat up and straddled him.  His hard cock settled in the crease of my pussy lips.

"I want to fuck like this."  I heard him say.  I felt his cock slowly slip into me.  The friction was delicious, and it was enough to drive me crazy.  I wrapped my hand around his cock and placed the head at my opening.  I lowered myself just enough that my wet pussy lips were kissing his cock head.

"Take it all in, please."  He gripped my thighs so hard I felt like I bruised.  "Fuck.  Sit on it.  Please, just sit on it."

I gave him a lusty smile and slowly eased down until his cock head breached me.  I felt his thickness slowly go inside me.  I braced my hands on his chest and eased my weight down.

He was murmuring unintelligible words.  Was it a curse?  Was he begging me for something?  I felt my inner muscles convulse and he moaned.  He jerked his hips upward and drove his hard cock farther inside me.

"Oh shit! This feels good!"  I was nearly out of breath.

His hips drove upward again, wrenching a cry from me.  I had to bite my lips to keep myself from screaming.  "Oh, please don't stop!"

I raised myself up and eased down again.  He held my hips tight and began to thrust upward meeting my movement.

"You like it like this?"  I asked.

"I love it like this."  He reached up and caught my by the back of my neck, pulled me down for a kiss.

Our mouths caressed in a dance more intimate than sex itself.  He nibbled at my lips.  I sucked at his tongue.

"Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until light brown (centers will be soft)."

"I have had an epiphany just today. I have been thinking about what happened between us, and I have been questioning myself why it happened  or more like why I allowed it to happen. I should not have risked my heart, but I did because I thought you were a nice guy and you deserved a chance. I said to myself it was not your fault. The circumstances just would not allow us to happen. Little good it did me.

Until yesterday, I kept making excuses – for you. Telling myself you really did not mean to do it and that you would get around and realize we can make it work. And that I will wait until that day comes and just be here when that happens.

And then it hit me. Why am I selling myself short? Why am I wasting my time waiting for this guy to come back when he has managed to fuck up my heart? And it finally dawned on me… “He’s Just Not That Into You.” Six powerful words. And it made sense. You’re not into me. That’s the reason why it won’t and will never work even if I wanted it to. Now I know the answer why… You’re not into me.

I wanted to hate you. But I realized what’s the point? It won’t do me any good harboring hateful feelings. I won’t be able to fully move on if I keep feeling sorry for myself.

Instead I want to thank you.

Thank you for making me realize my worth and not settling for anything less. The pain made me feel more human and no – I won’t harbor any hard feelings from the experience. Instead I’ll take it in as something positive and learn something from it.

And I mean it when I say I wish you all the best in life. Again, thank you."

I looked over at what I have typed.  Then pressed SEND.

"Let cool.  Serve"

PLEASURED

We gazed into each other’s eyes warmed by our naked embrace.  To me, it felt like we were connected on a deeper level.  Whatever this is between us – there were no labels.

Labels are for fools, and fools fall in love.  At least that is what you keep on saying.  I feel differently though but that is another story.

“Do you trust me?”  You ask.

Instead of answering “yes” I gave you a long, deep kiss – putting all my emotions into it.

You smiled when I ended the kiss.  You stared at me for a bit and I thought I saw something flash in your eyes.  Or was I just seeing things?  You held my hand and led me to follow you to the bed.

“Lie down.”  You say.  I complied.

You let me lie on my back with a pillow under my head and another under my hips to elevate my pelvis.  I bit my lip in anticipation.

“You are so beautiful.”  You say it.  You mean it.  And I believe it.

I wanted you to kiss me senseless – to feel those lips on mine, your tongue teasing my tongue…  Oh but I agreed to do this and you had other agenda in mind.

You bend my knees and open my legs wide.    I should feel exposed, but I don’t.  You have seen all of me.

You sit comfortably between my legs with your legs crossed.

“Remember what I told you earlier.  Deep breaths.”  You reminded me.  I nodded.

You poured massage oil on your hands, and you begin by massaging my legs and my thighs, encouraging me to relax and to start taking deeper breaths.

I closed my eyes.  The scent of the massage oil filled the air.  It was intoxicatingly relaxing.  Your fingers were both firm and light at the same time – massaging my stomach area, my breasts, and my arms.

I felt my nipples pucker up and my clit tingle in anticipation.  I was hoping your thumb would accidentally graze my nipples as you massaged both of my breasts, but you made sure that that did not happen.  I moaned and suppressed a smile.

You worked every muscle gently, and I could feel a warm glow spread throughout my body.  I have never felt so relaxed and yet so turned on in my entire life!

You then proceeded to my pelvic area and then moved down to my inner thighs.  With your right hand, you poured a liberal amount of scented oil to my pussy – it was enough so that it started to drip down my outer pussy lips and generously covered the outside of my cunt.  I had to suppress a moan.  I was way beyond excited.

You ever so gently rubbed oil on my outer lips.  I bit back a loud sigh and told myself to relax, but I was breathing heavily now.

With your thumb and your index finger, you squeezed each pussy lip and slid your finger up and down the entire length of each lip.

“Oh my god!”  I nearly shouted.  You laughed and just told me to relax.

“Relax?  Are you fucking kidding me?”

You squeezed my inner lip again this time putting more pressure into it that I almost ran out of air.  “How… can… I … relax… with … what… you… are … doing?”  I heard you chuckle and I wanted to hit you in the head, but this feels good.  Too good.

Then you started stroking my clit in a circular motion.  My hips buckled.  I started grabbing handfuls of the duvet.  “Oh god!”  You stroked my clit clockwise and then counterclockwise.  “Oh shit!”

I was nearly hyperventilating and you told me to relax and tale deep breaths again, which I did or at least tried too.

You squeezed my clit between your thumb and index finger and then ever so slowly inserted your middle finger inside me.  I felt my pussy welcome your finger inside me.  I wanted more than that finger.  I wanted you – to feel that cock inside me – and yet your finger is doing wonderful things to me.

I felt that finger explore and massage the insides of my pussy – up, down, and around.

You then bent your finger and made contact with my G-spot!  That contact did it.  I felt myself come undone and I came.  I had to scream – with pleasure – as I felt my pussy juices flow.  And I thought you will stop.  And I thought that was the end of it.  But your finger was still inside me.

You continued the massage, varying the speed, the pressure, the motion.  You told me to keep breathing and never once broke eye contact.  My cheeks are flushed.  I almost felt like crying.  Too much.  Too good.  And yet I want more.

You then introduced a second finger inside me.  The sensation of two fingers massaging my inner pussy muscles was too much, too good – but it felt right.  I then felt your thumb rub my clit and that almost made me leap off the bed.  Another finger went inside me.  Oh god!

Just when I thought it could never get any better than this, you introduced your pinkie finger in my anus.  That feels sooooo good!

I read somewhere that when a man’s pinkie finger is in a woman’s anus with his index, long, and ring fingers and his thumb on her clitoris that he is “holding one of the mysteries of the universe in his hand.”

But I cannot really dwell on that thought right now.  The sensation of having both holes filled and my clit played was just too much to handle.  I was nearly on the edge of coming.  So close to the edge.

“Come again for me.”  I heard you say.

With that, I felt myself convulse and screamed his name.

BLISS

Oh what a night it was!  A night of the hottest and most passionate moment that I have ever experienced in my entire life.  My heartbeat now moves in a slow steady rhythm; my breathing has now normalized; my body is tired and sore – but my heart is filled with love.

I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat and your deep, even breathing.  You are so content and peaceful.  I love you completely.  I know that now.  And as I watched you sleep I couldn’t help but ask myself, will you still love me tomorrow?

I have never watched a grown man sleep before.  It had kind of a stalker-ish ring to it though.  Why are you so perfect?

“You are mine.”  Two powerful words that you uttered right before you spilled your seed inside me.  And you own me.  A smile played on my lips at that thought - I am yours.

I found myself kissing your chest – little butterfly kisses – and my hand began to wander spanning your chest, and where my hand goes my lips follow leaving more butterfly kisses in their wake.

I heard a low moan.  I look up and see you looking back at me with a smile on your lips.  You are awake!  I reached up to touch your cheek and to trace the bottom of your lip with my little finger.  But it was not enough.  Suddenly, I was hungry for more.  I have to kiss you – taste your lips against mine and kiss you and kiss you again and again and yet again.

My hand began to wander again.  It wandered from your cheek to your neck with warm kisses trailing close behind.  From your neck, it wandered to your chest playing over a nipple that hardened at its touch.  Across your belly I roam, over your hip, and down your thigh.  I know now where my hand is wandering, and I must follow.

I lean over you and trace my fingers back up your thigh – staking claim over what is mine.  Yes mine.  All mine.  This thick, long shaft that has freed my body and has enslaved my soul.  This is what I dream of.  This is what I desire.  I can feel it swell and lengthen under my soft, feminine touch.  I lean over and kiss its sweet, silken head.  I can taste the mingled flavors of your juices and mine.  Still, a kiss could never be enough and a taste left me wanting for more.

With one hand on your belly and the other gently stroking your shaft, I begin to taste more and more.  My tongue swirled around the head of your cock, licking your shaft.  I want it all – your cock in my mouth, to feel it pressing the back of my throat.

I can feel your need rising as I take you fully into my mouth.  Your sweet cock grew more rigid by the moment, longer, thicker.  I know I cannot possibly take it all yet my desire grew as quickly as yours.  The heat in my mouth spreading all over my body and radiated towards my now wet pussy.  I must have all of you.  I need all of you.  Now!  It has to be now!

My body still ached and my cunt still sore, but I cannot wait another moment.  I straddled your hips and guided your hard cock into my wet, hot waiting pussy.  I sighed and became still while my swollen pussy lips stretched and accommodated your thickness.  Oh yes!  That feels so good!  I place your hands on my hips.  I wanted you to set the pace.   Now this is where I belong.  This is bliss!

THE STORY OF US

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us

How we met and the sparks flew instantly

People would say, "they're the lucky ones"

THE STORY OF US

“I have been dying for this."  He bent his head down and tongued my nipple.  I moaned and pushed my chest into his mouth.

I felt him slip my dress all the way down.  His thumbs slid into the waistband of my lace underwear and shoved them down my hips.  I now stand fully naked with my back against the wall.

I was sitting in our usual coffee table near the park awaiting his arrival.  Coffee freshly served by the attendant, my iPad in my hand, and I was looking around, observing, watching people.

There was a young couple sitting on the bench absorbed in each other’s presence and paying no heed to everyone else around them.  Yep, that’s love right there.  Oh to be young and in love!

I smiled.

I took a sip of my coffee, and his face suddenly flashed in my mind.  I smiled yet again.  And this seems to be happening lately.  I have been walking around with a smile on my face.  He does that to me.  The mere memory of him brings a smile to my face.

An elderly couple sat on a corner table in front of me.  The man assisted his partner and helped her to her seat.  The woman smiled at him, and I thought I saw a twinkle in her eyes.  He bent down his head and whispered something in her ear.  She laughed and held his hand and kissed it.

That definitely is love!  And I couldn’t help but wish that I too will have that kind of love in my golden years.  To grow old with someone you love, now that’s a feat.

And then I saw him.  Even from a distance, I knew it was him.  That my heart recognized his presence was such a surprise.

He smiled and gave me a wave, and my heart skipped a beat.  I ran my fingers through my hair and hoped I still looked okay.  I flashed him a smile and waved back.

Damn!  I love this man.  That much is true.  I feel like a school girl with the seismic wave-like emotions that threatened to consume me.

As he neared the table, I stood up and straightened my dress and brushed off an imaginary dirt off my shoulder.  “Hi!”  I managed to say to him.

He smiled yet again and gave me a hug – a tight one.  “Have you been waiting long for me?”

And I wanted to answer, “All my life.”

Three months ago…

“Ma’am, here’s the coffee you ordered.”  I heard the female attendant say as she placed the cup of coffee on the table.  I looked up and gave her my thanks.  It’s my third cup for the day, and I have only been sitting here for an hour!

I turned my attention back to my laptop and looked at the screen.  I am stumped.  I don’t know what else to write.  I needed a breather.

I closed my laptop and for the first time in the hour that I have been there I looked around me.

I have been frequenting this coffee shop not only for the great coffee they serve but because of the location.  It’s conveniently located near the park.

I love parks.  It reminds me of my childhood when my dad used to take me to the park and teach me how to ride a bike or Sunday picnics with the family.

I felt a warm breeze brush my skin, heard the laughter of kids running around the park, and the smell of the coffee and I closed my eyes and just took the moment of it all in.  The thought if it all drew a small to my face.

I opened my eyes and saw a camera flash from a short distance.

Did somebody just took my picture?

I strained my neck to see who it was.  He knew I saw him.  Amid the distance, our gazes met.  I raised an eyebrow, and I saw him smile.  He started to walk towards me.

Is he coming over?  It definitely looks like he is.

I pretended to look away and watched the park.

He stopped short as he neared my table.  “Sorry for the intrusion.”  I heard him say.

I looked up to him and just stared.  He was wearing glasses now.  I failed to see that earlier.  He must’ve put it on when I looked away.  His SLR camera hung by his neck.

He must be a photographer or one of those photographer wannabes who think they are professionals just because they own an SLR.

“I apologize for being so forward.”  His long hair was tied.  Nice eyes, I noted – very expressive eyes.  “I couldn’t help it.  I saw you and I suddenly found myself holding the camera and taking your picture.”

I laughed.  “Is that the best pickup line you can come up with?”

He grinned.  “No.  Not a pickup line though it may sound like it.  I’m Max, by the way.”

He extended his hand.  I took it.  “Jem here.  Care to join me?”

He removed his clothes never taking his mouth away from my skin.  He was sucking the pulse point on my neck, he was kissing my chin, he was licking my nipples -- I felt him everywhere and all over me.

He kicked his boxers off and pressed his nakedness against me.  He pinned my wrists above my head with my back arched against the wall, my breasts pushing against his chest, and he slid one thigh between my legs.

There were moments when we were talking as we sit across each other that I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of his hand, look at him straight in the eyes, and tell him how I feel.

But of course, I stopped myself.  I feel a tad bit confused.  I wanted to tell him I loved him but where to start?  Should I just blurt it out loud and say, “Hey, I love you” out of the blue?

And what will he say?

What if he doesn’t feel the same way?

I have known him for a few months now.  This coffee table near the park had been our meeting place.

Every week we would meet – the same time and the same place; a “planned ran into each other” kind of thing.

“I finally found someone

who knocks me off my feet

i finally found the one

who makes me feel complete

it started over coffee

we started off as friends

it’s funny how from simple things

 the best things begin”

I had to suppress a grin when I heard the first few lines of the song.  This song is sooo US!

He then stood up and surprised me when he held out his hand and said, “May I have this dance?”

That startled me and then I laughed out loud.  “What?  Here?”

He grabbed both my hands and helped me up.  He then guided both my hands to his neck, and we were face to face.  So close.  I could smell his perfume.  “Yes.  You.  Me.  Here.”

My heart melted for the umpteenth time.  Why is it that he utters the most wonderful things with perfect timing?

Oblivious of the curious stares from all the people around us, he held me closer his hands resting behind my back as if he never wanted to let me go.  And I never wanted him to let me go.

This magical feeling no words could ever describe.  This perfect moment I feel no one could ever ruin.  This man – whom I love with all my heart and my soul – with his arms around me – yes, it was bliss.

And so this is love.

I found myself rubbing my wet pussy against his thigh muscles frantically rocking against his leg and he pushed back even harder.

I gasped as I felt his mouth close over one nipple.  His cock was sliding against my thigh - waiting and ready.

He then slid down to his knees and buried his face between my legs.  "No, I want you.  I want your cock."  I protested but he ignored me and slid his tongue right in.

I felt my tears start to fall.  He saw and was about to come near me when I stopped him, “No.  Don’t come near me.”

“You know I can’t stand to see you cry.”

I shook my head no.  “You will have to.  Just for a moment.”

“Jem, please?”

I tried to steady myself and tried blinking back my tears and failed.  “Whatever it is or what we have made together, I told you I will not take more than what you wanted to give me.  I meant that.”

He was quiet, but he was watching me with a pained expression on his face.  “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“As did I, Max.”  My heart was bleeding.  I could feel it.  I wanted to hate him, but what good would that do?

“I just wish…”

“Wish what, Max?  You have made your choice.  I do not want to come in between.”  I steadied myself and blinked the tears away to make me see clearly.

“Jem, I am sorry.”

“I am sorry too… that I have come to love you this much but this isn’t going anywhere.”

“Please...  Let me hold you.”

I shook my head no.  I studied him, drawing his image inside my head, my heart – where I would keep it.

I slowly backed away.  I closed my eyes took a deep breath and opened them.  My eyes glittered with fresh tears.  “Have a good life, Max.”

And I started to walk away.

Why are you walking away?  Why are you leaving?  Can’t you see that he needs you right now?  Go back and stand by his side.  Hold his hand.  He could be making a very big decision right now.  Stand by him and tell him you love him.  Fight for your love.

I wanted to go back.  I wanted to turn around and run back to him.  Maybe… Just maybe if I go back to him, he’ll pick me.  Maybe if I… But who am I kidding?

Like the coward that I was, I walked away.  And he didn’t stop me.

He thumbed my clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, his tongue moving in and out.  I felt myself begin to convulse and he slipped two fingers into me and finger fucked my while he sucked on my clit, hard and fast.

I screamed.  Even I myself couldn't make out the sounds I was making.  I came.  Hard against his lips, his tongue, and his fingers.

“I have been flooding my Facebook wall with quotes from "By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" -- a good friend of mine gave me this book as a birthday present a few months ago, little did I know that I would be experiencing almost the same thing that the lead female in the book did.  In my wildest imagination, I never thought I'd be going through that ordeal -- of loving someone who isn't really yours for the taking. But unlike Pilar, quite sadly my story took a different turn.  Alas!  No happy endings were written and Him and Me parted ways.”

I don't know what to say

Since a twist of fate

When it all broke down

And the story of us

Looks a lot like a tragedy now

THE END

TONIGHT

The disco lights are blinding.

The noise from the crowd and the music is deafening.

She never really liked this kind of place, but she needed to be here tonight. She had a mission to do.

She must have drank a little more than she should. She felt the room was slightly spinning. Does it feel hot or was it just her imagination? She had to take off her jacket earlier. It could also be the effect of the alcohol. She knew her tolerance for alcohol is low, but she needed it. She needed to have courage for what she had planned to do tonight.

She knew he’d be here. Her friends made sure of that.

“Am I crazy?” She whispered to her friend Cher.

Cher laughed. “No, you are definitely not Jane.” Cher gave her a hug and then said, “You are going after what you have been wanting to do for a long time. That’s not being crazy. That’s taking control.”

Jane gave her a small smile. She is grateful for Cher.

She looked and then she saw him. Damn, he is as sexy as sin. He was talking to a common friend near the bar.

It was like he knew she was looking at him because he looked her way, and he gave her a wide smile. She smiled back.

“Go get your man, Jane.” She heard Cher say.

She felt like she was losing her nerve. “I can’t do this, Cher!” The alcohol effects could be starting to wear off. “This is impossible!”

“Oh yes you can and you will! Listen to me Jane, you have to do this. Keep yourself open to a world of possibilities.”

“Am I one of those possibilities?”

“Absolutely! I would bet on it.” Cher offered her another drink, which she boldly took.

“Here’s to possibilities!” She drank it all and felt her blood boil. It was like her courage level has gone back up.

The song had changed and they are now playing Pitbull’s “Give Me Everything” and she almost laughed out loud. Funny how fitting this song is!

“Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight

And I might take you home with me, if I could tonight

And, baby, Ima make you feel so good, tonight

Cause we might not get tomorrow”

She took a deep breath and started to walk towards the bar. This had to work. It had to.

She looked at him again. He was everything she ever wanted in a man and more, and he could have anyone here in this room.

She stopped short, closed her eyes and moistened her lips. “No,” she told herself, “Jane, you are not going to give into these nonsensical fears. It’s now or never. Are you taking chances or be a wimp and worry about the should’ve beens, the could’ve beens, and the might’ve beens the rest of your life?”

That did it. She opened her eyes and went on her way.

He must have sensed her because he looked her way. Their gazes met. She held her gaze, never wavering. She was captivated by the sight of him, and she hoped he was too.

He walked a few steps towards the dance floor. She moved towards him walking slowly, and it was as if the people on the dance floor parted themselves and ushered her the way – the way towards this man.

What if he didn’t want her? She couldn’t help but think, but she burst her own bubbles of doubts. He will want her. Before the night ends, he will. If she gets lucky enough, she will have him before this song ends.

She marked him as his – for tonight that is.

And then she was standing just inches from him.

Being this near – being this close to a guy who has awakened her sexual desires, who has caused this sensual anticipation building up in the apex of her thighs and caused her nipples to harden.

“Hey you.” She managed to say. Her voice sounded throaty.

“Hey you.” He smiled.

She got a bit bold and caressed his hard jaw then moved up and traced his lower lip with her thumb. He flicked his tongue on her thumb and she paused and focused on the sensation of his tongue on her skin.

His hand held hers, and he pressed a kiss into the pulse at her wrist. She caught her breath. Who knew a kiss like that could be exciting?

“Tonight I want all of you tonight

Give me everything tonight

For all we know we might not get tomorrow

Let's do it tonight”

He pulled her close into his arms. She could smell him. She loved the scent of his cologne. She could drown in it – drown in him.

One of his hands slid to the curve of her hips while the other cupped her face.

“Jane,” He said, “I…”

“Shhhh..” She laid a finger on his lips. “No talking.” The look he gave her said he understood.

His mouth was suddenly on hers, and his hands were all over her back. He was kissing her! And she was kissing him back!

Her lips clung to his. He kissed her hungrily, savoring the taste and texture of her mouth. He was stealing all the breath from her lungs. She had been kissed before, but not like this.

He plunged his tongue ruthlessly into her mouth. It was as if he was letting her know that he was going to take over her, and she relished that thought.

One of his hands began to roam, kneading her shoulders, then went to her back to hold her closer. She was delirious with desire. He deepened the kiss. His hands moved around her waist to the bottom of her ribcage. She had never been so turned on all her life! Her panties were soaking wet with her love juice.

He was holding her close, and he managed to slip his hand right under her blouse, under the bra she was wearing and ran his thumb across her aching, taut nipple and she felt herself explode. She cried into his mouth and before she could stop herself the first waves of orgasm shuddered through her.

He pressed his bulging crotch closer, and she could feel his hardness through layers of cloth, feel her clit tingle more with desire. She wants that cock!

His kiss became more possessive. She cried again into his mouth as he pinched her nipple.

She came – with just a kiss and a pinch of a nipple. How much more with his fingers? Or his tongue? Or that cock? She shivered with anticipation. He held her close. Her head on his shoulder.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” He asked her. He sounded breathless, his voice strained.

She stifled a laugh and then said, “Yeah, now you can.”

“Good.” He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered into her ear. He grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the crowd.

She waved goodbye to Cher who winked at her.

The night is young, and she is hoping it would end with a bang and a few more.

“Grab somebody sexy, tell 'em hey

Give me everything tonight

Give me everything tonight”

QUICKIE

She was in the parking garage fumbling the key in the lock of her car when she heard the click of hard-soled shoes on asphalt.  She froze for a moment or two and was unable to unlock her car door.  Her heart started to pound fast.

"Relax."  A familiar male voice said.  "It's just me."

She sighed a breath of relief and turned to face him, "You scared me.  Don't do that again."

"I wanted to surprise you.  Not scare you."

She laughed.  "That was one scary surprise."

He pressed up against her then. "I just arrived today.  I couldn't wait to see you.  I've missed you."

She felt his arousal -- hard and throbbing.  He wanted her and there was no doubt about it.  She reveled at that fact.

She felt her pussy contract with anticipation.  The sex between them is purely primal -- raw, animalistic, primitive.  It made no sense to her, but she knew it didn't have to.

Everything became a blur after that,  and the next thing she knew was flipped over face down on the hood of her car with his cock inside her and what a feeling it was!

The angle of the thrust created by her position across the hood was so sharp and deep that her cervix felt like it was going to explode every time the top of his cock hit up against it.

His hands were everywhere too - her breasts, her back, her shoulders, her butt, her clit, her pussy. It was all too much for her that she gave in and came.

She had to bite into the flesh of her arm to keep herself from screaming and risk people hearing her cries of ecstasy.

But even so, the knowledge that she was fucking a man in public -- that she could get caught any given moment  -- was more thrilling than anything she had ever experienced in her 30 years of existence.

Sex had never been like this for her.  Never been this good - until him.

She lifted herself up off the hood of her car and braced herself on her forearms.  She could tell from his breathing that he was getting close.  His breathing getting ragged, he thrust into her one final time as he exploded inside her.

He collapsed on top of her.  Hardly a romantic afterglow, but this coupling was never about romance in the first place.

It was about getting laid, pure and simple.

SOLO

“What are you doing?” the question more breath that solid words.

“Shhh.”  He commanded as he lifted the hem of my dress, pushed it up past my thighs, to my waist.  “I could smell your juices flowing.”  And he gave me that killer grin of his.

I looked down on him with anticipation.  This man is going to be the death of me!

A warm tongue lapped up against my thigh.  I feel my legs shake.  The thought about that tongue finally lapping up my pussy juices makes me close to the edge.  I feel his hot breath blow on my lace-covered mound.

“Please,” I found myself begging not recognizing the voice.  Was that me?   His fingers slid into me, penetrating me.  I feel my tremors come.  I moved my hips up and down his finger.  Taking one inch, and then another.

“More,” I demanded with desire.  In less than a heartbeat, he managed to pull down my lace panties and began to suck my clit in earnest.

“Oh God!” I feel my knees start to buckle.  It was a good thing I had the wall for support.  His warm lips and tongue sucked and licked and rammed one long finger all the way in, sliding and pumping it in time for my ongoing explosions.  I realized I was grinding my pussy lips into his mouth as I came.

I awoke with a start and realized it was all but a dream.  Damn that felt real!  I was short of breath, sweating, and felt a different kind of heat down there.

“I don't like feeling this way.”  I said to myself as I got off the bed and headed to the shower taking off my tank top and boy leg shorts along the way.  I decided a cold shower would take care of this.

Stress has been weighing down on me but that's not really my problem right now.  My crotch is on fire.  I had been feeling horny for days now, and I had been ignoring it.  The perils of being single!

I turned the knob to "COLD" and stood fully naked inside my bathroom under the icy shower stream hoping it would make it go away.

It didn't.  I am still feeling horny.  My breasts needed to be touched and kneaded.  My nipples needed to be sucked.  My clit needed to be flicked.  My pussy needed to be fucked.

I need a quick fix.  I need it now.

I adjusted the shower knob to "WARM" and took a deep breath as my body adjusted to change of water temperature.  I poured somebody wash onto my right hand and lathered it up and then I let my right hand stray downwards, found my clit, and started prodding it with my fingers.

I ran my other hand to my left breast and pinched at the nipple as two of my fingers slipped inside my wet folds and I started finger-fucking myself.  Quick, shallow movements at first that gradually became deep ones.  Faster and faster my two fingers went in and out of me, and I pinched my nipple one last time as I felt I was about to come.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" I came hard that I almost slipped on the slippery shower tile as I spasmed into orgasmic throes.

I leaned against the shower walls for a bit as my breathing normalized.

Damn!  I am still horny.  This calls for drastic measures, I concluded.

I turned the shower knob off and dried myself off as I got out of the shower.

I went back to bed as a smile played across my lips.  I closed my eyes and started to rub both of my breasts and fingers teasing the tips of my hard nipples.  I felt my clit tingle with anticipation, my pussy getting wet again.

I then began to gingerly move my hand downwards and slipped a finger inside my pussy and found myself slippery and wet.  I parted my legs as far as I can and began rubbing on my clit and sighed.  I can’t take any more teasing.  I reached out to my nightstand drawer and took out a rectangular box.

My BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend) never lets me down.  I removed the lid.  My 7-inch black vibrator lay inside.  I took it out of the box, clicked on the button, and the toy buzzed to life.

I spread my legs apart again and touched the buzzing vibrator to my swollen clit and groaned with pleasure.  I let BOB’s vibrations massage my clit and my opening until I was sopping and dripping wet and then ever so slowly slid its entire length and thickness deep inside me.  I moaned as it filled me completely.  I began thrusting BOB in and out of me, rocking my hips in rhythmic tune with each thrust.

The head of BOB pressed firmly on my G-spot with every in and out thrusting movement.   My loud noises became intensely louder as I felt my climax just a few seconds away.  With my neck arched, I screamed and shook in ecstasy as my orgasm overtook me and I convulsed with intense pleasure and felt the warm fluid of my release.

As I lay shaking, sated, and spent, I took BOB out of me and reached for the blanket to cover my nakedness.  I smiled.  Now, I can sleep.