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Elegant music plays in the background of their bedroom… Anticipation fills their spirits as he endulges in her skin. Inch by inch his lips taste her. In big suckles she is invaded by his pleasure. If you listen close enough, you can hear his lips smacking on her skin. “I love you” he whispers in between tastings. It only makes it hotter for her, making love to Andy knowing that she loves her so deeply and that even though Craig could walk in any seconds and Andy would step up and take care of her. The thrill of being caught only makes them want each other more.

Their kiss is eternal, passionate. The kind of kiss that would be addicting. His slips are soft and yearning for her while hers taste him with her thickness. “ I want you” they whisper to each other. After one long quiet look at each other, she gets on top and gently guides him to lay down on their bed. Yes, to them this is their bed, their bedroom. Their love almost scares them, how deep it is. As he is lost in her, she takes off his boxers to reveal his full ten inches. She wants it all to herself. And there it is beautiful, pink and long . She takes it in her hands and gives it one long, hungry suckle. Up and down his rod, she teaches him that she would never give him up, taken or not. As her head bobs up and down between his legs, she thinks about how good he is, limber and salty with his soft skin and force behind it. Dolores could taste his love, his jealousy, his sense of protection for her. Andy owns her and that is all there is to their whole story.

As they switch over, his eyes move over to her flowing curves. She is in front of him, finally they get to express their love for each other. He lays her down on their new found bed, and takes one more look over her thick shapely body and spreads her legs. His lips touch her fleshy womanhood and an excrutiating moan leaves her lips. She gets to him, and will continue to get to him for the rest of his days..

The Triangle

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“No one has ever gotten a hold of me like this” he says. “It bothers me that I am not the one that gets to be with her” he says.”We have never gotten a fair chance” he says, It’s four in the morning and he can’t stand it anymore. He is awakened out of nowhere thinking about her. About how her husband gets to have her and he doesn’t.

Andy waited to hear word about how Dolores was doing, She had been taken to the hospital about three days ago with a mild heart attack. This was a first for her, Craig and Andy. Dolores had always been a healthy girl, but something seemed to have gotten to her, something that was hard for her to control. It was as though she was slipping away from herself and those she loves. Was it her conscience, or is there another purpose for her in this world? As many wondered what was going on around her hospital bed, Andy agonized over the situation with every breath he took. Would he take the two hour drive over to see her, or would he wait patiently for progress?

Andy knows that if he shows up to that hospital room that all hell might break lose. He loves her more than he can say. Some may say that he loves her more than he may be allowed. Craig knows that Andy wants to be with Dolores. That is why he keeps such a tight hold on her, He also knows that he can lose her to Andy just as easy as he got her. It would take nearly nothing for Andy to take Dolores away from Craig. He loves her more than words could say. He has loved her all his life. And the body on him, who wouldn’t jump at the chance, 

 

Lately Craig had been distant. Between work and dealing with all the paper work from Dolores being sick, he has hardly had any time to even feel what is going on between them. His wife is slipping away from him in a way he may not be able to control. It seems as though the arguments between them come as easy as breath. As much as he loves her, consequences are getting to be more than he can handle. He watched her in the beginning stages of her heart attack. It was one of those nights where they were just laying around actually together watching tv. It all came gradual and very  fast all at once. Her arm started to ache a dull ache. Then her chest was tight. He knew what was happening. As he watched her condition deteriorate, he knew that if he didn’t do something that he was going to lose her. He knew he not only would have to answer to her family, but to Andy and that was an experience he did not want to have. 

She takes their breath away. Her shape is built for sin. Her breast and supple behind take a simple man and turns him into a heathen. She could signal them both Andy and Craig over to her side and they would give up just about anything to be next to her.  Her long black hair, and olive skin is only surpassed by her eyes. Those eyes are something else. They change color with the experiences she has. At first they are coffee brown, but then she falls in love and they turn purple. Or she sees something that she would like to have of her own and they change to blue… Those eyes have been hypnotizing Craig and Andy for over 15 years. And now… in the blink of an eye, they could losher…

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Passion

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I miss how he used to make love to me. He would show up for the weekend, and ten minutes into his visit, we were wrapped in each other’s arms making our love deeper and deeper with every kiss. His long, smooth hands would caress my body as if it was the last time he would ever touch me. He was so smooth, and passionate. Like he was jealous of our distance, and the fact that I belonged to someone else.

One day, he looked into my eyes and it was like my clothes melted off me. Like there was some kind of magic that just drew our bodies together so close together it was as though we were each other’s skin. It felt wrong, for cheating on my man, but it was so right because I knew that he loved me. So much so, that one day he put a diamond ring on my finger. That , however is another story is for another day.

His lips were soft, and full. Like dripping cherries. He held me as though it was the last time he would ever hold me. Like his truck would be taken away, and the distance would get the best of us. One day it did.. He married someone else, and so did I. His eyes stared right through me. His almond shaped hazel eyes. He loved me, I could feel it with every stroke of his manhood. Those nights my screams were raw, and deep. Nails were dug firmly into his back as he mounted me and stayed there, deeper and deeper. His hands desperately gripping my shoulders pulling me closer to him while his dick burned inside of me over and over. His ten inches tortured my very soul over and over. In and out, in and out. He owned me with every passionate luscious second. 

Sweat dripping down my shoulders, falling down the small of my back. His smooth voice whispering in my ear ” You are mine”. I used to get chills through my body every time I heard his voice. When he said it, I believed it. I really was his. So many positions over the passionate hours. Me on top, our bodies rubbing up against each other. His hands on my hips, longing for me to go deeper and deeper into his existence. “Mine”, he would say as he looked at my body girating on top of him, in and out, up and down. My breasts, full and thick, longing for his big juicy tongue. I was addicted to his tongue and how it would eat my womanhood. It would vibrate inside of me. At times, he would hum inside of my wet, deep, huge vig.

My hands would play with his thick wavy hair and pull his head closer to me while he would indulge in me. I like it. I liked it alot. His muscles would tense up and release as my body enjoyed it. I knew my roommates knew I was having an affair. Every time he and I would leave the bedroom the glow of our skin would give it away. He taught me how to release my inhibitions. Orgasms like what we experienced came only once in a lifetime. I remember one time he took me over the edge of the bed, ripped my clothes off and spread my legs and taught me something. I can enjoy sex too. I can still see his eyes looking deep inside of me whispering to me to just let go off my inhibitions and just let it out. As he pumped me, it felt tighter and tighter. He kept getting bigger and bigger inside of me, hitting every spot that made me feel anything. All of a sudden, I got a warm feeling between my legs, somewhere between extreme heat and a really hard urge to pee. I told him how I felt, and he told me to let it go and enjoy it. It was an orgasm. Since then, that is how I have wanted to feel when I am being made love to. I often think of him and his love making when I am in the throws of passion.. He had the greatest passion for me. I would have married him…..