Between the miles..

Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.

Between the miles-
if you need me, I want to be.

Summer Nights

Half conscious, at four am on a hot summer night.

The first thing I'm aware of is his erection pressing firmly against my ass. His hand holding my thigh, keeping his body pressed so tightly against mine. His other hand slips under my torso, finding a breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple firmly.

I'm breathing heavily and moan at his touches to let him know that I'm awake. He starts kissing and biting my neck, I gasp in pleasure. The fingers of his left hand still kneading my breast, his right hand leaves my thigh and he pushes it between my legs from behind, I willingly fall slightly forward, parting my legs and allowing him access to my pussy.

He traces his finger along my lips and over my clitoris, covering it all in my juices which were readily flowing out of me. Then he pushes a finger inside of me and starts to slowly and gently move it in and out, massaging my clit with the rest of his fingers.

Our bodies grew sweatier and I push the blankets far away from us. His finger slowly grows faster inside of me, his other hand squeezing my nipple to the point of pain, pleasure and pain run through my body and I know that I need much more of him inside of me.

"You love this," he says in a voice thick with lust. Not a question, knowing me deep, "Yes, I love this." I agree with him, my body growing hotter every second.

"Do you want me?" He asks, pushing me onto my front. His cock pressed into the back of my thigh, one hand still pulling at my breasts and the other still working away inside of me, every so often coming out and playing with my clit then diving right back in.

He's half lying on me, trapping me beneath him. I love being trapped. "Yes!" I say in a primal animalistic voice.

"Tell me you want me." He orders.

"I want you, I need you!" I moan, wanting more of him.

"Beg me for it." He commands, kissing my back as I beg, I mean every word I say.

"Please fuck me. Please." I repeat over and over, getting off on the sound of my own voice, my own desires and needs. He removes the hand from my breast and I know that it is time for me to get what my whole body is waiting for. He takes his finger out of me and sticks it into my mouth; I hungrily suck at my own juices as he positions himself behind me.

Then he holds me by the hips and pulls my ass up forcing me unto my stomach. He teases me incredibly, making me wait this long, leaving me in suspended animation waiting for his move.

"I need you inside me." I say. He loves to tease me, and I do love being teased. He gently traces the tip of his cock over my lips and my clit, and then I feel it resting against my opening. The longer I'm forced to wait the more desperate I become. Suddenly and without waning he grabs hold of my hips and rams his cock into me. I moan and scream in pure pleasure. I lower my chest to the bed but keep my body in the kneeling position, ass up in the air.

He holds me firmly as he fucks me, ramming my body against his as he enters me. Instinctively he takes a handful of my hair and pulls it; I love it when he does this. His balls bang against my clit with each and every thrust. He's changing from hard and fast to slow and gentle and then back again. Each time building up my breathing faster and faster, almost allowing me to cum, and then slowing me down again. He pushes me down flat on the bed and lies on top of me; only my hips are raised slightly. We grind against each other, I squirm underneath him.

In an almost choreographed movement he rolls us onto our sides, he raises my outer leg, slips under it and, still inside of me, and rolls onto his back throwing me on top. I sit high on him and push my clitoris against him. I like to feel impaled by him, having him deeply driven inside of me. He helps to guide my movements by holding firmly onto my ass...

I lean down and kiss his neck, then finding each other's mouths in the darkness we urgently kiss. I writhe away on top of him as I cum. As the juice runs over our things I lay motionless for a few moments. This is his cue as he rolls me over onto my back. I hug his body close to mine with all of my limbs.

I am still amazed at the feelings running through my being as he fucks me so fast that I suddenly cum again just as he pulls out of me. Hot spunk falls over my breasts and stomach. Instinctively I cover my hands with it and rub it into my skin.

He finds the light switch; we cover our eyes at first at the invasion of bright light. Then adjusted, I look at that wonderful body, that wonderful person who has just made me feel so amazingly good. On his face I see the same delicious smile I wear.

"I love you." We say in unison.

New Town New Move....Part Two

Samantha slipped the black silk bath robe over her black satin bra and panties, fixed her hair, and gave herself a final glance in the mirror before responding to the knock at the door.

Peeping through the spy hole, Sam could see the stranger, looking as perfect and normal as he had some time ago. No one would have guessed that three hours ago he was pinning her against a washing machine and getting ready to enter her sopping wet pussy. The stranger's mask of innocence was perfect.

Opening the door just a little, she peeked through the crack, pulling close to the door so that she wouldn't ruin her surprise.

"Oh hi" Sam said, trying to keep her cool.
"Hi." The stranger smiled as he spoke. "I seem to have some of your laundry. It must have gotten mixed up with mine, though I can't imagine how."
"Oh really?" she replied, trying to sound shocked. "I hadn't even noticed." Sam opened the door wider, careful to keep the door between herself and the stranger. "Please come in, I'll get you a drink for returning my laundry", she smiled.

The stranger smiled in return, stepped over the threshold and remarked about how nice her apartment looked. Closing the door, Samantha waiting for him to turn and face her. The moment the stranger did so; she let the black silk robe fall open a little. The desired effect happened instantly, as the stranger's eyes slowly moved down and back up her newly exposed flesh, a wicked smile forming on his face.

"I look a lot better from the front, huh?" Sam said jokingly, slipping the robe down past her shoulders so that it came to rest half way along her arms. Her own wicked smile playing across her lips as she moved slowly towards him.

Within moments her lips met his, the black silk robe falling to the floor, as the pair embraced. This time, however, it was Sam's turn to be forceful, as she pulled the stranger's clothes off; the pair clumsily banging into walls and furniture as the made their way to the bedroom.

Forcing the stranger onto the bed, she removed his boxers, and threw them across the room in one fluid motion, as her own panties slipped slowly down her legs to land at her feet. Her eyes fell instantly to the stranger's ramrod stiff cock, finally free from its cotton prison.

Climbing onto the bed, she came to rest on her knees inches above the stranger's erection. Placing her hands on his chest, Sam leaned forward kissing the stranger once more; plunging her tongue into his mouth, while instinctively rubbing herself against his cock. She could feel the stranger's hands moving slowly up her body, the sensation of which made her body tingle and crave more. The stranger's hard cock rubbing against her clit was already beginning to have an effect on Sam, the slightest touch to her clit sent a pulse of electricity through her body like a tiny static shock; and it was already becoming difficult to control herself.

The stranger's hands found her bra, expertly unfastening it as his tongue played with hers; and moments later it landed beside his boxers. Arching her back and pulling away from the stranger's lips, she let out a soft moan, as she pushed her perfectly formed breasts towards the stranger's eager and waiting mouth. Sam's pussy was now so wet that she could feel her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. She knew the stranger could feel how much she desperately wanted him, as she began to grind against his hard cock.

Nibbling and sucking her hard nipples, the stranger pulled her closer, hearing her pant and moan while being barely able to restrain himself from giving in to his own lustful desires, and taking what he wanted. Within moments the stranger felt Sam's hard brush against his cock as she gently teased herself further.

She looked down at the stranger moving her hand, now covered in her own sweet juices, to his cock. Gripping it tightly, Sam pulled back his foreskin exposing the engorged purple head. She slowly began to tease by rubbing her clit against the tip of the stranger's cock, sending quivering waves of pleasure throughout her lower body. The stranger's hands found Sam's waist as he gripped her tight, trying to force her down on his hard cock. Samantha smiled wickedly, savoring every moment while resisting the forceful advances of the stranger as well as her own urges to satisfy herself. Looking deeply into his brown green eyes, she continued to tease the stranger's cock which was quickly becoming wet with her juices.

His low moaning joining hers was satisfaction enough, the teasing becoming too much for her to handle as she gently lowered herself on the stranger's rock solid cock. Her pussy was screaming with pleasure, as she slid down his shaft. Leaned forward Sam took the stranger's hands in her own and pinned them above his head. Inch by inch, Sam's pussy slowly welcomed the stranger's cock as a soft moan of satisfaction escaped her lips. The stranger's eyes locking on hers twinkled devilishly, as she rose as slowly as she could along the stranger's thick and solid shaft. Barely contain her lustful desires, as a wicked smile formed on her lips. She had never realized that teasing could be this much fun.

Resting with just the tip of the stranger's cock inside her, Sam continued to look deep into his eyes, keeping his hands pinned above his head as she bit her bottom lip in anticipation of fully satisfying herself. The stranger smiled wickedly, squeezing one of her hands gently, a silent sign of affection between the two lovers. It was all that Sam needed, as once again she eased herself slowly down the stranger's thick cock, her whole body screaming "yes" as she let out a long low moan. Letting go of the stranger's hands, and arching backwards, she placed her hands behind herself on the bed and pushed her firm breasts into the air as she began to grind him hard.

Forcing his cock deep inside herself, and stretching her tight pussy, Sam began to ride the stranger, building up speed with every movement. Every time Sam moved up, she would slam down harder and faster, their moaning becoming louder and louder filling the room and echoing off the walls. Her whole body tingled as pleasure radiated through her, which only made her hunger for more sending her into a lust fuelled frenzy.

Panting and moaning, Sam lifted herself up off her hands, and lowered her head to lock her eyes on those of the stranger. Her long brown hair falling down past her shoulders and over her breasts which moved in a delayed rhythm to that of her body. Their moaning becoming cries of passion as she fought back the urge to lose herself to her building orgasm.

The stranger sensing the storm brewing within Sam gripped her waist and began thrusting up into her as she slid down his cock. The pair were perfectly synchronized, lost in the moment, eyes locked, as the bed squeaked and groaned and the head board threatened to break through the wall in to the neighboring apartment.

Sweat glistening from their naked forms, the pair continued to make love, the world seeming to disappear around them. Tears ran down Sam's cheeks, as she forced herself to hold back her orgasm, as the stranger pulled her close.

"It's ok Sweetheart. Let it go." He whispered softly into her ear.

Sam pulled back, shaking her head, and biting her lip as she continued to slam down against the stranger's throbbing cock, until she finally had no choice but to finally surrender to her orgasm.

Her hands resting on the stranger's shoulders, Sam's movements had become a blur as she rode him. His thrusts tearing into her, she let out a scream digging her nails into the stranger's shoulders as her swollen pussy took on a life of its own. Sam's orgasm, finally free, surged through her, causing her whole body to shake as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy was gripping the stranger's cock hard, almost as if trying to wrench it from him and make it a part of her, the sensations of this pushing the stranger over the edge as he thrust upwards into her spasming pussy before erupting into orgasm himself as he called her name.

Samantha, exhausted, collapsed into the arms of the stranger. Her heart pounding hard against her rib cage, as the stranger wrapped his arms around her, his fingers running though her hair.

As a rush of euphoria washed over Sam, she let out a giddy giggle, and closed her eyes silently wishing that this moment would last forever.