*”I Saw You Too”

or, “The Whirlwind Erotic Romance of a French Fashion Student Enjoying Her Last Few Days in the States”*

“(This story has a long set-up. If you like your characters drawn out in less than a paragraph, you’ll probably want to move on to something else. This story also contains a few French words and phrases, references to American pop-punk music, and European films. If these topics leave you in the dark, again, you may want to try something else. Everyone else: Happy reading!!)” (more…)

Afterwards we lay side by side panting in exhaustion. No words spoken, just pure, soulful, bliss. We lay there in each other’s arms until we were finally able to catch our breath. I looked over at her watching her chest rise and fall in the darkness of the room. She turned her head returning my glance as our eyes met.

I opened my mouth and began to speak. How little did I know how irrevocably those words and the conversation to follow would alter the course of our relationship. I smiled, “Poor John, if he only knew!” We started giggling like little kids. When we calmed down a bit, I reached for her lips and kissed her softly and passionately. Her mouth tasted wonderful. (more…)

“Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler and Company for the wonderful words of encouragement. If you haven’t read the first six stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. Don’t forget to vote. Enjoy.”

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“Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!” Taryn wailed. I pummeled her from behind, banging the shit out of her little pussy. She was screaming filthy directives at me at full tilt, and I didn’t care. Fuck the department! At the moment, I didn’t give a shit who heard the sounds of our congress. Consequences, be damned! At this moment I only cared about the fuck! The words, the moans, the grunts were an indivisible part of that. Take them away and everything would be morphed into a vanilla shadow of the current truth. Taryn’s words were the ultimate aphrodisiac. “Ram me. Ram ME! C’mon you goddamn bastard. Make me your fuckin’ whore. Do you like my twat, my tasty little twat? Then fuck it like you mean it, Professor.” (more…)

Moving at a slow walk, his horse was restless. He was deep in the brush country. He was in no hurry since the pain had stopped. Might be a bad sign. Served him right for catchin’ arrows, his sergeant had told him. Reckon I’ll try not to next time. The crusty old sergeant couldn’t get any closer to saying thank you. The arrow most surely would have penetrated his skull. But the ranger blocked it with his hand. At least it was easy to pull out. Even so, his company sent him back to get it looked at. He could hardly refuse since the last skirmish seemed to be decisive. The Commanche raiders were decimated and what was left of them were high-tailing it back across the Red River. (more…)

This is a real event, that happened in real life, to real people. These are the type of stories I have to offer you. If you enjoy the way I think / write perhaps you would consider reading more of my stories or viewing my pictures on the Lit Forum pages. My wife and I hope this story is as fun for you to read as it was for us to live out. Perhaps you will act out your version of this and we are more that happy to share in that erotic fantasy with you.

Saturday night my wife and I were at a party in Hartford. We started kissing while on the dance floor. By the time we reached the car our hands were moving almost as fast as our tongues. With a hour plus drive ahead of us we stopped for gas before getting on the highway. She was holding my arm, resting her hand on my thigh as I drove out of the station. I pulled into traffic, as I slowed to a stop at the light I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her. I kissed her soft and full as my fingers dropped from her face to her neck then tracing the edge of her blouse along her breasts. When the driver behind me kindly reminded me that the light had changed, I moved on. Of course, he was blowing his horn. What road rage? I had a hand full of 34C – nothing was going to upset me now. I waved him on. (more…)