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After a Long Hard Day

by HotScribe

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It had been a long day. Shiela's neck and back were a little sore from being on the computer all afternoon, and she attempted to reach back and rub them. But Richard gently pushed her hands away. Then he begin to knead the muscles of her upper back, his fingers pushing in and around, up and down, until gradually she felt the aching begin to soothe and the muscles start to relax. "How's that feel?" he inquired. "Mmm," Shiela replied. "Feels heavenly." He grinned, spun her around in the swivel-chair, bent down to her upraised face and kissed her lips. Even as their tongues entwined, he felt her fingers tugging impatiently at the zipper of his pants, then her hands reached inside and retrieved his limp cock, pulling it out. They broke from kissing, and as he stood in front of her, Shiela's mouth engulfed the purple head, sucking it in and out, feeling it become engorged and hard. Her fingers gripped the shaft, squeezed it, moved the skin back and forth, covering, then uncovering the head, a drop of transparent pre-cum oozing from the tip as she pressed it. "How's that feel?" she asked. "Mmm," he responded. "Feels heavenly." They both laughed at the obvious repetition of their previous conversation. Then she rose and they kissed again. His hands undid the buttons of her blouse, then reached inside to find her bra missing. At the same time, she undid his pants and they dropped to his ankles. She tugged his shorts down. Now he lifted and turned her, then sat down in the swivel-chair. She moved forward and he buried his face between her breasts, licking the salty taste, then meandering over and around her hardening nipples. He ran his hands up her legs, beneath her skirt, pushing up the fabric until his fingers slipped into her panties and felt the hot wetness of her crotch. He found the knob of her clitoris and began to rub it, then slid his fingers down further into the hot depths of her pussy. She moaned loudly and ground her hips forward, pushing against his hand. Richard pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them, then lowered herself to her knees between his legs. Once again her mouth gobbled his cock, her hands cupping and squeezing his balls gently. Once again his cock hardened in her mouth and she hungrily ran her lips up and down the stalk. A few moments later, he lifted her from his pulsing member, lay her back on the nearby table. He spread her legs, bent forward and buried his face in her cunt, his tongue stabbing into her sex, thrusting within, then sliding firmly across her clitoris. He felt her thighs against the sides of his head, her heels on his back. He sucked on her clitoris, pushing and sliding over it with his tongue until her body shook with its orgasmic tremors. Then he stood, pulled her hips forward and thrust his hardened cock deep into her cunt again and again, his balls slapping noisily against her bum. She reached beneath his shirt, rubbed his nipples with her fingers, her voice huskily urging him to come. And he did, his hot load exploding into the hidden recesses of her vagina as he pumped again and again, sliding back and forth against the walls of her cunt. Spent, he lay down on top of her, feeling the wetness of their bodies as they embraced and kissed and nuzzled, gradually letting their breathing return to normal. Check out http://adult14.100free.com/users/hotscribe and http://www.cadvision.com/woodheam

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13 Gay Erotic Stories from HotScribe

After a Long Hard Day

Backyard Amusement

It was very late on a warm summer's night. Janine and Carter had brought a blanket and spread it on the backyard lawn. On their backs, they gazed up at the stars---millions upon millions of them-- -as they twinkled high above. "Makes you feel insignificant sometimes, doesn't it?" Janine remarked. "Or unique," Carter replied with a smile. "Guess it depends on how you look at it."

Dice Erotica

Hi!" I said to Georgia as I and my female friend entered her apartment. "This is my friend, Pamela." Georgia glanced quickly over her as she smiled at her. Pamela was attractive, fairly well-built and as tall as Georgia, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. We removed our coats, sat down with enjoyed the drinks Georgia served, then small talked for awhile until we felt comfortable

Erotic Tales of Mythology I - Actæon and Diana

It happened one day while Actaeon, son of king Kadmus, hunted with his friends and companions, the youth from the palace, that late afternoon found them equally distant not only from their home, but also from the end of the hunt. So it was that Actaeon bade his friends stop, for the day was almost done. "Our weapons and nets are drenched with the blood of our kill," he said. "Let

Erotic Tales of Mythology II - Pygmalion

Long, long ago there dwelt, in the city of Athens, a sculptor named Pygmalion. He it was who, at an early age, came of the opinion that women were the cause of men's ills, and so early he came to despise them. Yet, although he scorned their presence, still he admired their physical forms and set about to create a statue more lovely, more desirous, more lifelike than any of the

Heat of the Fire

It was a chilly evening. Ross and Jenny scurried into their cabin in the mountains, shut the door to keep out the blowing wind and snow. He tried the lights. They didn't work. "Power must be off somewhere," Jenny remarked off-handedly. "No problem," Ross replied, smiling in the dark. "We'll light some candles and get a fire going. That'll warm things up quickly." He groped his

Model Behavior

It is a hot summer's day on the sunny, white sand beach. But in my seaside villa, the air conditioner blows refreshing, cool air. I patiently await the arrival of my photographic subjects for the day and busy myself with arranging various lights and props on the set that I've created — a small gypsy campsite, complete with the fake exterior of a caravan. I don't usually spend a lot

Pamela

Across the street lives a young university student named Pamela. When she graduated from high school, I took some photographs of her for her parents and friends. Even then she was pretty; but, now, several years later, she's grown even more beautiful. And yet, she also seems to have grown more haughty, very rarely talking to me any more. Even so, I've found myself thinking about

Slippery Maneuvers

"Do you trust me?" Chase asked as he tied a blindfold around Nancy's eyes. "Yes, of course I do," she responded with a smile, not knowing what he wanted to do, but sure that it would be enjoyable. "Come with me." He took her by the hand and guided her to something soft. As she climbed up, it felt like the bed. "Kneel down," he told her, "and put your elbows against your

The Bellboy

"Just a minute!" Sherry called out, then she slipped out of bed and wrapped her gown around her. She turned to me. "I'll be right back--don't go away." I grinned. "Like--I'm going somewhere?" I said. She chuckled at me and headed for the door. After opening it, Sherry saw the Bellboy, a young lad probably in his late teens or early twenties. Rather handsome, too. "This your

The Boyfriend

Somehow, for her fantasy, Linda managed to talk her boyfriend into letting her tie him to a chair — his legs to the chair legs, his arms around the back of it, and a gag over his mouth; he can breathe easily, but not talk or move. She looked at him, how helpless he seemed, and she smiled. She knelt down between his parted legs, reached out and pulled down the zipper on his pants.

The Shower

Diana greeted Justin at the bathroom door. She was dressed in a short tank top that just barely covered her full breasts, and a pair of panties. She already looked ravishing. Wordlessly, Diana stepped back and waited until Justin removed his clothes, then, as per their previous arrangement (Diana was not allowed to say anything) – she held out her hands to him, wrist against wrist.

The Withering Rod of Eridu Ch. I - A Tale from the

Three days into the on-going week-long ceremonies that followed the marriage of my sister, Talima, to the crown prince of Shallamar, Khalid ben Guri, a messenger of some eighteen years came to my door. "Forgive the intrusion, my lord Solomon--" he began, then stopped to gape at the somewhat messy state of my room and the equally disheveled look of the two half-naked women who

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