I can smell the apple fragrance from my freshly washed white sheets. My toes curl into them and I bring the blankets to my nose inhaling deeply. Battling with the apple is the vanilla bathwash I’ve used before I’ve slid into bed. My feet freshly scrubbed, moisturised and glistening with blood red polish glimmer in the moonlight. I’ve rubbed cocoa-butter all over me and the cacophony of scent is subtle and delicate.

Illuminating the room are yellow street-lights from the main road outside. They shine directly over my balcony through the trees creating scary tree-shapes onto my bed and make my bed an interesting hue between orange and moonlight. Also at the foot of my bed is my built-in wardrobe mirror casting mirror image of my timber 4 poster bed back at me. I can see the shadows of the wrought iron art work mirrored back at me. I see smudged mirror and another mental note to clean the mirror tomorrow.

At the foot of my bed, I can see the power light from my dvd and tv sitting tall on my timber drawers. Next to my bed, I can see the iPod docking stereo - the lcd clock intrusive in the peaceful darkness. Tom Wait’s is gentle but husky voice is whispering sweet words into my ears. I soak them up like an old woman who is hungry for any listening ear buried deeply in her isolation.

1:50 am. I can’t sleep. Again.

I can hear the late night traffic and imagine that they’re party people heading down the hill into the City. On occasion a big long truck thuds down the hill reverberating through my brain. Damn those exhaust brakes.

Although I prefer to sleep naked, I am cold. Clothes get twisted with my constant turning during the night so they’re left in a pile on the floor nightly.

Tom launches into “Alice” and absentmindedly my fingers start to lightly circle my nipples - pinching them gently. I start to daydream about lovers gone by and mentally categorize fucktards into O for Oblivion so they dare not interrupt such intimate daydreaming tomorrow night.

I remember the hot hot sex I’ve had over the years and wonder if that’s it for me aged 35. Done and dusted, I’ve quivered my last quiver. Is that it?

Through the memories, I remember Michael. As usual. Michael is as regular as the insomnia. Tony Bennett starts with ‘The Way you look tonight” and the mood is under the control of my imagination.

27 year old Michael with the perfect cock and perfect ‘everything.’ My fingers lightly brush against my cunt-lips, every so lightly making me purr gently. I close my eyes and remember his cock sliding ever so gently into my hungry mouth. My lips remain closed but waiting with a pool of desire waiting to moisten my fingers.

The trucks continue to whizz past threatening to interrupt my Michael daydream. The Troggs “With a Girl like You.”

In the smallest circles, my three fingers lightly circle the rosebud that brings me peace at night. I press with the right amount of pressure and close my eyes.

I feel the cat jump onto the bed, pawing the blanket for his comfort.

‘Sssh, Ace. Go to sleep,” I murmer and try to refocus. I have the attention span of a mop. I have to focus. My fingers won’t wait and nor will the small but insistent electrical jolts that are warming my cunt and spreading all around my body.

Before long my eyes are closed and I’m miles away from the trucks, the silhouette of the trees and the purring cat by my side. I see him. He’s wearing blue and he smells like a factory. He’s got a bulge in his pants before his strides reach me on the sofa. His hair is all over the joint and his face looks smudged like he’s wiped dirty hands across his forehead.

He strips while he’s walking, making loud thuds on my floor-boards. He kicks his steel-cap boots off, balancing precariously on one leg he peels his socks off grinning like a Cheshire cat at the sight before him. I’m laying on my leather sofa one leg casually flipped over the back and the other open - wide - exposing my fingers languishing in the pool of desire he asked to have waiting by 3pm. My hair freshly washed but tangled and unbrushed is like a spider hanging down my shoulders and across my breasts. I return his smile.

His mouth latches on my cunt immediately. His lips form a suction around the clit and he wastes no time in slurping, licking and sucking my clit into throbbing submission. I barely know my name.

Without words, he sits on the sofa legs together but one hand stroking his enormous cock harder for me. His hazel eyes are soft and glazed as he gestures for me to come to him.

I sit astride him guiding his cock into me with no hards and slowly lower the length of his cock into me. It’s been awhile since a cock has fucked me and I’m snug. He feels it and groans telling me to take it slowly palms on my ass.

Rising and falling, we kiss passionately, hands all over each other hungry for more.

Back in reality, I hear a noise on the roof and stop rubbing momentarily wondering if it’s a possum again running over the skylight in the hallway. The noise leaves as quickly as it came and my fingers recommence the circular rubbing that’s making me more and more wet. I think of how much he’d like the soaking cunt on his mouth and the corners of my mouth curl into a sly smile.

Working in the IT department means that I get around the building a lot - talking to people about projects, sorting out contracts, smoothing things out. I don’t date co-workers as a rule but I do spend a lot of time being gracious to the women that I work with - remembering birthdays, asking how things are going with their kids and/or pets. If they don’t want to talk to me about non-work stuff that is fine, but most of them appreciate attention from a straight male that is not directed entirely at their tits. I’ve had a few very discrete liaisons with women that I’ve worked with in the past, and it’s been a lot of fun - but I never thought I’d get to screw my boss.

Sandy is fantasy material for a lot of guys in the office - despite being in her mid 40s she is incredibly hot. Blonde, big big eyes, wide mouth with full lips. An hourglass figure without being big-boned, amazing breasts (I’m guessing Ds here) that she carries proudly, and one of those heart-shaped asses that I could watch all day. How she does it has been the subject of much quiet coffee-room and after work bar conversation - people that have known her for 20 years swear that she’s always been that shape, but her tits and ass just keep getting better. She wears fairly conservative clothes most of the time, but occasionally I’ve seen her at work parties wearing tighter stuff - and I have to stop myself from gaping and drooling.

When I jerk off, or even when I am with some other woman, sooner or later my thoughts turn to her. Thank god I’ve never moaned her name in the middle of a wet dream (not that I’ve been told, anyhow).

Things took a turn for the better when she kicked her old man out of the house for screwing around behind her back - why that guy wasn’t happy with the goddess at home I’ll never know, but I will be eternally grateful to him for screwing up.

The word got around the office that Sandy was getting a divorce, and the afterwork beer conversations amongst the guys in IT turned to who was going to be the lucky bastard that got to nail her. I tried to steer the conversation away (”Sure, she looks hot, but does she really go off?”) without much success.

Over the next couple of weeks Sandy’s dress habits started to change - her heels got a little higher, her hemline crept then stayed above her knees, and her blouses got tighter. It is my habit to find some way of complimenting the people that I work with on their appearance, and when I said that her taste in clothing was going from great to fantastic she really lit up. When I saw her in a meeting a couple of hours later I noticed that she’d undone another button or two on her white blouse, exposing some cleavage when she lent over. I was pretty much useless during the meeting as I tried not to look at her chest - other guys in the room seemed to be trying to do the same.

When she did look my way my eyes were just on the up-stroke, dragging themselves away from her melons. I was caught for sure - but rather than being affronted she smiled at me, and I’d swear there was a twinkle of lustful mischief in her eyes.

Things progressed over the next couple of days - she’d notice my admiring glances and look into my eyes and smile. I was trying to figure out how I could make a move on her but still keep my job if I was misreading her signals - but it turned out that I didn’t have to worry at all.

That night a few of us were working late on a proposal for more work on a big internal project, and I noticed that Sandy had hung around as well. Every now and then she’d come to the door of her office and look out across the cubicle farm, then go back inside, as if she were waiting for something to happen. After 8 the other guys had drifted off home, leaving me to do the final revision before sending it to Sandy for approval.

She leaned out the door, and noticed that I was alone.

“Adam, can you come in for a minute?”.

I tried not to run.

“Please, close her door and sit down.”

Her breathing was rapid - those magnificent boobs were rising and falling too quickly for me to fail to notice. She was a little flushed, and her big eyes seemed to crackle with mischief. Despite trying to play it cool I felt my dick stir and harden.

She looked a little embarrassed… “Adam, there is, umm, something that I need your help with”.

“Anything, Sandy, you know that.”

“I want you under my desk”.

My breath caught in my throat - for about three seconds I looked at her while my head tried to work out if there were any other meaning to what she was saying. She moved back away from her desk and motioned me forward with her fingers. She wanted me to eat her!

I mumbled “yes” and moved around the desk to kneel in front of her. She kissed me passionately - there was a lot of hunger in it. I thanked all the gods as I ran my hand lightly up her thigh - she opened her legs wide in response and hitched her short black skirt up. Sandy moaned as my fingertips moved closer to heaven - she’d removed her panties some time before. I slid a fingertip over her outer lips and found that she was dripping wet already - I didn’t waste any time but leant down further and started to follow my fingertips with my teeth, nipping and sucking further up her inner thighs. She started panting with lust.

Eating a violently horny woman is one of my favourite things, and one of the reasons why women kept seeking me out - I genuinely like tonguefucking women until they come. This one was A-grade prize eating material, coming as I flicked my thumb over the entrance to her vagina while I blew cool air over her clit. I was so hoping that she was a good fuck until today, and I guessed now that she was - it’s the responsive ones that really get me off. While she came down I gently stroked her, looking up to see her tits heaving with each breath. I ran my fingernails over her stomach, still twitchy with post-orgasmic ripples.

By this stage my cock was rock hard and aching for release from my pants - I undid my belt and let them slide down with one hand as the other played with her. I inserted one then two fingertips into her dripping pussy but just to the first joint, lapping across the top of her clit without applying much pressure, and she started to moan lightly again. She didn’t object as I slid a hand inside her blouse and down her bra to play with one of her nipples, rolling it slightly. I slowly built her up this way for a few minutes, and she kept getting hotter and hotter, moving my fingertips deeper inside her, until her moaning got really loud. I then slid them deep inside her, swirling around her cervix and up until she jumped - I’d found her G. I massaged it vigorously and fastened my lips over her clit, sucking and nibbling gently.

“Ohhh, fuck!” she cried - and rewarded my efforts with a squirting pussy-pulsing orgasm that seemed to last for the best part of a minute. Slumping back in her chair still panting, she looked deep into my eyes and said “I… have… never… come… like THAT before!”. She undid the buttons of her blouse and stood, leaning over the top of me as she freed her breasts from the confines of her bra. I couldn’t believe how good her tits looked as she leant further over to place her hands on her desk.

“What are you waiting for, Adam? Get behind me and fuck me hard, right fucking now!”

I didn’t have to be asked twice.

She locked her car and ventured the short distance to the shaded door-step. She took a look over her shoulder and nobody was around to see her arrival in a short black skirt, stockings, high-heels and black blouse. Just as they had told her to wear. From her bag she removed the blindfold that had also been requested. She slipped it on over her long, dark hair and she could no longer see any daylight, even from the edges. A tingle ran down her spine, turning to a shiver of excitement.

She reached out in front of her and felt the door in front. With a slight pause, she rapped her knuckles on the door and then took a small step back. She could smell the flowers of the Wattle tree that shaded to doorway.

The door opened, but nothing was said. She felt the warm hand of a man take hers and slowly tug forward. She took a step forward into the house. She recognised the fragrances of many burning scented candles. For a moment her mind was distracted as she tried to pick out the different scents, although she soon became aware that they had moved into another room.

There was movement in the room and she was aware that someone else was there. The other person must be the woman. The wife of the man who took her hand. This rendezvous had been arranged some time ago and everyone had been nervous. It was the couple’s first adventure involving another woman. Something they were both keen to try, but in an environment they had control over.

She had more experience and was willing to be a plaything for the couple. She was to remain blindfolded. She was not going to speak to them and they were not to speak to her.

The man had let go of her hand and suddenly was behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against his body. She was very aware of his already hard cock pressing through his trousers and against her buttocks. His desire was already kicking into action, turned on by her stockings and short skirt and the way her breasts pushed against her blouse. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her gently, exhaling warm air onto her neck tickling her every so slightly. She titled her head to one side to allow him access to the full length of her neck, which he willingly kissed, slowly and softly.

She had lost herself in the darkness, surrendering to his touch, when she felt two more hands on her hips. The woman had been watching for a few moments and could no longer resist. She felt the woman press her body up against her and could hear the couple kissing over her shoulders.

She was taken by surprise when her lips were touch by another set of lips. It was obvious it was the woman and her sweet perfume filled her nostrils. She had been told to hold back unless given the sign, so she only opened her lips slightly and invitingly. The woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in between her lips. The kisses were gentle at the start, but became more passionate. The woman ran her hands through her long black hair, pulling into the kisses which became heavier by the second and she responded with her tongue, flicking vigorously at the woman’s tongue.

All the time the man was pressed up against her and her been watching the kissing with interest. She hadn’t realised that he’d slipped his hands around her front and between the two women so that he could start to unbutton her blouse. The woman had realised what was happening and stepped back as each button was uncoupled to reveal the fantastic cleavage she had been hiding under the blouse, in a very sexy, see-through bra. After three or four buttons, the woman started to kiss her neck and move down slowly, licking and kissing her chest. She had reached up and started to caress her breasts gently through the bra. She knew that woman could see her nipples clearly through the material of the bra and she knew that the woman could hardly contain herself.

He finished unbuttoning the blouse and remove it from her. She felt him take a step back and he began to slide the zip down on the back of her short skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was standing there in her black see-through bra, her black suspenders and stockings and a black g-string.

The woman continued to squeeze her boobs through the bra and came back for more softer kisses. The woman moaned audibly as she kissed the girl. The man was caressing her soft legs and kissing the bare, pink flesh at the top of the suspenders.

The woman reached around her body and unclipped the bra. She could sense the woman watching and licking her lips as she pulled the bra off and watched the breasts fall free. Her nipples were hard and aching to be sucked. The woman duly obliged and latched onto a nipple, sucking, licking, biting before moving onto the other and then back again.

She felt the woman’s hand reaching down to her panties…

I received a comment from a reader on Five Steps To Better Cunnilingus - she said that the five steps were great, but there needs to be a sixth. Basically, whatever techniques someone going down on her may know, or not, if a particular thing gets her off today it may not work tomorrow.

I should have mentioned that

There are a variety of emotional and physical factors at play in the slow and pleasurable journey that is a sincere attempt at cunnilingus. Perhaps she’s had a crappy day, maybe she’s tired, maybe she’s hormonally challenged, maybe she’s extra horny and just wants a cock or a vibrator inside her right fucking now!

So - if gentle stretching with your fingers while you lick around her clit is what usually works, and it doesn’t seem to be working today, try something different. If her normal buttons aren’t being pushed, use your imagination and try something new. It is good to be prepared and have your standard set of half-a-dozen techniques that normally drive her nuts, but if they aren’t working, be prepared to be adventurous.

Good luck with it, and looking forward to hearing your feedback.

From the studio of Plinio Martelli. Our thanks to Sexoteric for the lead.

Years ago, a casual fuck named James had tried, with some persistence to give me a gushing, ‘hand me a towel, quick’, kinda orgasm. But his persistence turned into some mighty fucking pressure and I told him to get away from me, curling my legs up, protectively covering my sobbing vag.

Andrew, a casual fling, once commented that he ‘felt a squirt’ on his fingers, and for a moment, I almost broke into Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah”, but he was mistaking my normal dripping honey-juice for something bigger.

So, on Thursday night, after the gym, I went to a ‘Linda West’ Party which is basically like a Luvaware party that sells, demonstrates and offers sex-toys, sex aids, and funky costumes for sale. A group of girls that knew each other by 6 degrees of separation instantly bonded over the heated strawberry lubes, rotating pearls, 8 inch dongers and police officer costumes. Never before have I heard so many women openly talk about preferences for their vag, avoid anal talk, sniff and lick lubes, and laugh so much. I’m already open about my preferences within my own circle of friends but having so many women chatting amiably was refreshing!

The night went on with great success. The demonstrator handed around each toy, talking us through rabbit ears for clitoral stimulation and giving her subtle references that she’d tried most of them. There were a couple of rules which both horrified and cracked us up. One of them was ‘no one is allowed to take a toy outside of the party’. This implied ‘no testing’ which instantly had us clenching our knees shut and playfully mortified that someone would have the audacity to try before they buy! Ugh!

I was torn between a Rocket Rabbit [pictured], and a gel g-spot [with rabbit ears] vibrator. Each was priced at $160.00 and eventually I settled on the g-spot vibe to further my quest of soaking sheets.

We had almost reached sales of $2000.00. This told me that not only had I found a group of women who could easily talk about masturbation, but who indulged in sex toy play with a sense of humor - bravo!

My comfort, however, was short lived when Karen, the host, announced that a stripper named Maverick was on his way. As confident as I appear, I’m quite shy about some types, and strippers are one of those types. He was 6ft plus, tanned all over, well-hung, buff with ass-cheeks you could park your bike in. He arrived in fire-man costume which was tantalizing, but I had barricaded myself at the back of the room, with coffee tables between me and this man of gyrating flesh. I don’t feel comfortable rubbing oil into his hunka-hunka burning love, or having his leather g-string pouch flip up and down in my face. Different if I know him, ‘bring it on’ I say, but in this occasion, no. I was teased, taunted, coffee tables removed and exposed - eep!

A couple of the girls willingly licked ice-magic from his thigh and nipples and happily slapped his leather ass, or groped his nipples. When he ripped his leather pants off, I gasped. He had not only a wide cock, but an usual shape. His knob was MASSIVE, swollen - even though it was still flaccid. He oiled his cock up, and wiggled, waved and made it dance much to the laughter and cajoling of the women. I had some respect for his professionalism and noted that he had no wood. Some, including me, watched through hands on our eyes, and nervously laughed. I almost peed my pants laughing when Zoe started busting her moves, and shaking her ass near him.

So, now i have to wait 4 weeks until the g-spot vibe arrives. I’ve asked for reviews on each of their purchases and promised a review of mine. Some women spent over $300 dollars on costumes, cuffs, lube and toys. I was partial to the Body Heat strawberry lube but I will wait until the next party, in December.

If I find the g-spot, I may be off-line for awhile.

Have you found your ladies’ g-spot? Did she gush for you? Did she marry you? LOL

Ladies, any luck? Watch this space. We’ll be featuring WHERE you can find your own G-Vibe Rabbit for some personal loving.

We both knew it would be our final time ‘together’ and without saying so, the session heated up dramatically. It was only a day earlier that we’d had a huge fight and the tension was still present. When he kissed me, he kissed so hard it hurt. It was then that he suddenly stopped what he was doing and I felt my hips being pulled down lower on the bed. Without warning, his knees separated my legs and he forced himself inside of me. The urgency and abruptness of this both startled and excited me. That cliche about make-up sex is so true..

I felt his stiff cock driving in and out of me with a force that jolted my entire body. The force had my still-bound fists gripping balls of bath-towel above me to steady myself and press against him. He repeatedly pushed grunts out of my body. He knelt and lifted my legs together, pressing my ankles together back over me and continue to fuck hard. With one hand, he held my ankles closer to my face, while my ass was exposed to his rough fucking. His other hand rubbed my clit while he fucked me. I felt the pad of his thumb pressing down as if demanding that I orgasm on his cock. I held back.

Again, without warning, he pulled out of me, and roughly grabbed my arm leading me to the bathroom. I did not ask questions. I was loving this new element of ‘control’ he’d brought to the bedroom and his passion was unquestionably sexy. He faced me away from him so that I was looking into his bathroom mirror. I could see him behind me, his brow wrinkled in focus and desire as he positioned his cock behind me sliding.

I felt his oily finger at first, stretching my puckering ass. I’m sure it was winking at him in invitation to fuck it.

I felt his cock stretch the skin around my asshole as he slid into me. He lifted one of his legs and steadied himself on the bath and spread my legs open for better access. I paused momentarily to let my ass muscles accept him without pain. He held my hair then, pulling me back onto him. He was not rough enough to scare me. On the contrary, it excited me. I told him as I always did to watch his cock sliding and out of my ass. I said ‘look at the puckering skin, honey’ and he groaned as he looked. Leaning over me, he grabbed the bathroom mirror and put it on the bathmat directly under us so I could see the same view as him. I was mesmerized. so.fucking.hot.

We fucked and fucked as oily and sweaty as we were. We could barely not slide off each other with the amount of friction and moisture we had. My hands were still bound and I gestured for him to undo them. Graciously, with a single pull, he did. I was able to lean underneath myself and caress his balls while he slid in and out of me. He would pause and withdraw - catching himself, and then re-enter with a new groan.

My legs were starting to get weak and I caught myself a couple of times from dropping. I felt his body twitch then and proceeded to rub my clit in circles while he tightened inside of me. I circled my finger and thumb in a ring around his cock tightening, and encouraged him to ‘come with me’. I furiously rubbed my clit and before long, he felt my muscles clenching on his cock as he lost control himself and felt his come shoot deep inside of me. I encouraged him to ‘feel it honey’ and focus on it… which seemed to have the desired effect.

He collapsed on my back then, exhausted and weak. I turned around and kissed him.

I drove away the following day back to my home town some 8 hours away. We shared wistful looks staring until I turned away into traffic. I cried I think for hours, buying a packet of cigarettes to get me through the next day or two.

I heard the songs we played months later and smiled quietly full of these memories.

Thought I’d get this one down before it escaped my memory again….

It should not come as a surprise to any of you that a lot of women really enjoy enthusiastic cunnilingus.

Here are five steps that will help you with your next muff diving expedition.

1. Take your time! No woman likes to feel that she is worth any less than your full and undivided attention, especially when your face is between her thighs. If a woman is worth doing, she is worth doing it properly. Try to work your way down her body slowly, licking and nipping gently until she is gasping before you dive in. Slowly move towards her clit, run your tongue up and down the outside then the inside of her labia and gently tease her vagina for a while - and slowly get more and more into it, and she will too. Every minute that you spend giving her oral attention is worth a lot of those valuable get-out-of-jail-free points. It isn’t about being whipped, it is about enlightened self interest - look after her and she will look after you.
2. Be gentle, at least for a start. Some women really get off on their labia being stretched apart as far as they will possibly go, and having their clitoris almost sucked out by the roots, but many do not. Go easy for a start, and build up slightly, so that she has a chance to tell you that what you’re doing is uncomfortable before it becomes painful if it is not for her. Ease off if she isn’t into that particular technique and try something different.
3. Don’t forget your fingers. Running a gentle fingertip around her outer lips while you’re working your way down her body works well, as does a finger or two inserted as she approaches orgasm (but remember that every woman is different – if she doesn’t like a finger inside her then she doesn’t – don’t push it). A thumb can be useful too – you can search gently around for her G while massaging her clit with the back of the bottom knuckle, and if you know she likes it, stretch her wider as she comes. Work in a finger or two, and when she is really into it, try adding another – remembering that not every woman likes the stretching feeling (but some really do love it – experiment with care).
4. Start slow and build up the stimulation over time. Watch and listen for her responses – moaning is good, as is a rapid increase in breathing. Adapt to what works for her – and if this is not a casual encounter, you can store up knowledge of all her pleasure buttons so that you can press them in combination the next time you have sex. No-one is born giving great head – we have to learn it just like walking and talking. Clitoral stimulation (timing and intensity), stretching her labia and vagina, tickling her asshole – all these things vary from woman to woman and even from time to time. Adapt to her needs and she’ll really appreciate it. Trust me.
5. Enthusiastic cunnilingus is the key – enthusiasm counts for a lot. Knowing that you live, if only for a little while, purely to drive her nuts with pleasure means a lot to many women. The worst thing you can do is go down on her begrudgingly: bitch about the smell or the taste, lap half-assedly at her clit while ramming a finger or two up her before she is properly warmed up – these are bad. You can do better. Take pride in your work, man!

This stuff isn’t rocket science – it is about working out what your woman partner wants and then overdelivering on it. Give it everything you’ve got. Learn to master her signals. Talk to her about it. Once you’ve learnt to make her body really sing you’ll enjoy it more yourself.

Go on. You can do it.

UPDATE: Thanks to a reader tip there is now a sixth step - please see The sixth step to better cunnilingus: what works today…

We’d always fall on each other with insatiable lust and this night was no exception…

We’d gone to a Vietnamese festival that was in Melbourne that week. We held hands, sampling local food on offer. We drank bubble tea and meandered around the colourful markets fingering home-made trinkets and jingly bells. We tapped our feet at the cultural music and smiled at each other, our eyes glazed over in pure unadultered love….and with that, came lust.

When we got home, I showered. I felt all gritty from mingling at close proximity with so many people. I didn’t get to daydream long in the shower -before too long I felt his body close to mine. He’d stripped and climbed in and started to soap up the loofah with vanilla bath wash. Soaping me up, we both knew this wasnt going to be a clean shower. It was about to get very … very messy.

We turned to face each other. I love the feeling of the water cascading down from him onto me. He stood tall at 6ft 1 and I am only 5ft 2. His cock, already erect, bouncing up tall and leading the droplets of water into a mini-waterfall to our feet. My hair was plastered to my back like a spider-web as he turned me around and proceeded to shampoo my hair. I stood there in complete bliss while he lathered his strong lean fingers through my scalp and massaged the hair through. Something so simple was so intimate. I could feel the texture of moisture change from water on pussy to my arousal as his cock pressed teasingly against my ass. I rinsed my hair, excused myself from the shower, wrapped myself in our white bath-sheets and smiled sweetly, telling him I’d meet him in his bedroom.

By the time I had grabbed the oil, he was standing dripping on the floorboards waiting for the next phase. I laid myself down on the bed still wet, soaking the quilt. I handed him the macadamia oil and he didn’t need to be told twice. I laid back and focused on his soft hands massaging the oil from my fingers to my toes and all the places in between. I opened my eyes slightly to see his cock dripping with clear pre-cum - a sign of things to come…

One of the most pleasurable experiences for me is temperature differences of body heat. His fingers were chilled from the shower and my silky passageway was warm and inviting. His fingers slid into me as he stretched to the length of my body kissing me passionately. His tongue separated my lips and sucked, plucked, teased and taunted mine. I was gasping for control; something that evaded me often with this man. As if automatically, he held my hands up with one strong grasp and reached for his bathrobe sash. Deftly and without complaint from me, he looped the bathrobe around my wrists high above my head on the now wet pillow. I no complain

His head was down between my thighs in no time. With a firm hand he separated my knees and laid on his tummy positioning himself comfortably as one hand kneaded a breast and the other repeated fingered my pussy. As his fingers became wetter and wetter, I looked down to see him lick his fingers, his lips and saw that he was completely overcome with what he was doing. He wasn’t the only one.