Anticipation by Noyek



I was so excited about him coming home I had even mentally acted out him coming through the door and me meeting him!

It’d go a little something like:

Him walking through the door and me barely letting him in the house. Not only had I been standing guard near the door, but I’d also defeated the purpose of his key. Snatching open the door as soon as I heard his key enter the lock and pulling him in to the house. Freeing his hands of anything and everything except myself, my thick thighs and heavy hips were more than a handful; he’d definitely need both. Wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him as if I had a statement to be made. Kissing him as if my life depended on it, I’m talking about kissing him so good it’ll take a couple of minutes for him to catch his breath after I let him loose. I’m sure he’d want to talk, ask about my day and know how much I’ve missed him, but actions speak so much louder than words.

Snapping out of my fantasy, I found I was actually smiling to myself. Something I do each time he crosses my mind. Heading to the shower, I needed to get myself together. It wouldn’t be much longer before he was due and the last thing I wanted was for him to catch me looking a wreck after he’d been gone for so long.

Adjusting the water temp, I stepped into the shower, engulfed by the warm steam, arousing my body and the small splashes of water trickling over me. My mind wandered over to those many nights we’d shared a steamy shower: He’d always get in with a mischievous grin spread across his face, biting his lip, his bad boy signature.

His favorite thing to do was to turn me around directly facing the water flow and gently hold me there, allowing the water to have its way with me. Tantalizing my senses with the steady fall on my body. Twisting my mind and tugging at my tolerance of this unusual pleasure. Running his strong hands along my thighs, making his way up, deep sea diving, searching and discovering his pot of gold. Digging deep for gold among his newfound treasure, only stopping to take in the expressions of my satisfaction. Breaking away, turning me around to face him to tease me with my natural juices that kept him coming back for more, quenching his thirst.

He’d slowly disappear beneath the clouds of steam; I couldn’t see him but I could sure feel him, his tongue the most, like an electric eel, sending shocks through my body that caused me to become drenched, absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was standing in the shower.

I swear this man knew my anatomy, both physically and sexually, knew my needs, my wants, and my desires.

“Baby,” startled by his booming voice, bringing me, once again, back to reality, “I’m home.”

Opening the shower door, peeking around to see the man who moves my body just by his presence. Wasn’t exactly how I’d planned to greet him, but I was all hot and bothered and there was no purpose in letting a good hot shower go to waste.

Borrowing his mischievous grin, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” pulling him in, clothes and all. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”




Sofa Spread Eagle

Erotic Instructions:

Stand on the edge of a couch, bed, or two chairs, with your  legs spread wide. Position your man so he’s standing on the floor facing you.  Adjust the width of your stance (bending your knees slightly if necessary) so he  can easily slide between them and get your pelvises to meet — then rock your  bodies together to feel the bliss.


Why You’ll Love It:

There’s nothing like the feeling of impulsive,  must-have-it-right-now sex while standing up. But the Sofa Spread-Eagle spares  you both the royal pain of matching up your private parts. While your stable  stance allows you to move to his rhythm, your wide-spread legs give you that  supersexy vulnerable feeling. All that frontal friction will hit your hot spot  and take you to a no-hands-necessary climax.

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Erotica- Our First Vibe

Our First Vibrator


When I asked Liz what she wanted for her birthday, I expected her to say perfume or jewelry. But she had something else in mind.

“A vibrator? Are you serious?” I said. She giggled nervously, but I knew that she meant it.

Liz was easily embarrassed and almost virginal in style. But her lascivious streak never failed to surprise me. She could charm dinner guests while playing with my cock under the table. I looked forward to shopping.

A few days later I visited a store called the Pleasure Chest, a 7-Evelen of sex toys and paraphernalia. Men in three-piece suits with blond, manicured girlfriends perused cock rings and crotch-less panties. A gay couple in black leather and studded chokers examined a giant two-headed dildo with “lifelike veins.”

The vibrators on display ranged in size and color from monstrous flesh-colored models to butt plugs that resembled night-lights. Some were expensive semi-orthopedic devices with sponge-covered balls affixed. Others were strap-on affairs that promised stunning orgasms for the woman daring enough to wear one. Options included variable speeds and intensities, hand crank, AC-DC adaptors, kits with lubricants and spiky rubber sleeves.

I eventually decided on two sleek, white missile-shaped models like the ones that turn up occasionally in drugstores. Each package portrayed a woman smiling beatifically as she held the little bullet to her cheek. “Eases muscle tension, “ the copy proclaimed. The big one, about ten inches long, was an inch-and-a-half in diameter near the rigid bottom and tapered to a point. The other was no longer than four inches and nearly the same thickness.

When I handed the boxes to a clerk in black leather and crew cut, he looked up in mock horror. “Two?” he intoned. “Aren’t we being a little piggy?” I mumbled something out of embarrassment, but he paid no attention. With the nonchalance of someone who had tested vibrators a thousand times, he threw batteries into each one, twisted them with a flick of the wrist, then flipped them back into the box. Like a waiter reciting the specials of the day, he then advised: “Remove the batteries after each use. Keep hem clean. Don’t use them in the tub. Have a nice day.”

Liz tore the wrapping paper away like a kid. “You really did it?” she cried. Then she started giggling “Two! Oh, my God. “

I slipped the big one out of the box and turned it on. Liz gasped. “Jesus, it’s loud, isn’t it?”

“Don’t worry, “ I said. “The neighbors will just think it’s an electric toothbrush.”

With the thing still buzzing in my hand I put my arms around her and lifted her skirt from behind. I slid it down her ass and between her legs. The sound was muffled as it disappeared beneath thighs and poked it through to the front.  Liz’s mouth dropped open with pleasure. I kissed her deeply while lifting her gently to her toes with the vibrator pressing against her cunt. She was moaning now as her weight brought the buzzing bullet into direct contract with her clitoris.

I put it between us and we held it with our crotches while embracing. Liz began to grind against me. I pulled down her pantyhose and took off my shirt and tie. We kissed deeply.  My hand played with her cunt. It was open and wet as her outer lips gave way to my fingers.

I moved down to kiss her breasts and suddenly jumped. The vibrator was between my legs. Liz was rubbing it over my ass and against my balls. I felt a boiling sensation against my peritoneum, a buzzing throughout my testicles and inside me. “That feels weird,” I shuddered, “but wonderful.”

Liz smiled lewdly as she roamed with it all over my thighs and crotch. “A cock of my own, “she giggled. “How do you like that?”

I was fully erect. I knew I would come in seconds if I entered her. So I took the vibrator and used it to caress her breasts and stomach. She closed her eyes slowly parted her legs, pushing a pillow beneath her. “I’m the birthday girl,” she whispered. “And I want my present now.”

I felt like spurting my come all over her stomach. But I wanted to climax with her. So instead I knelt beside her on my haunches. I stroked her face with one hand and nuzzled buzzing vibrator into her opening. Its quivering tip just barely nudged her cunt open. Liz moaned and whimpered and finally pleaded, “Oh, please, don’t tease me.”

Our lovemaking always had an element of taunting. When she was excited, I made her admit that she was hungry little whore.  That admission caused her last inhibition to snap and she would grow even wilder, bucking her hips and in a low guttural voice begging to be fucked.

So I teased her with the dildo, pushing it in slightly and withdrawing it. “We have a hungry little cunt tonight,” I murmured.

“Please don’t do this,” she sighed. “Stick it in me. Please.”

Bringing her knees up she swallowed three fourths of the vibrator. I pulled It out and slowly slid it back and forth again and again. It made wet smacking noises as it parted her pussy. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure coming from between her legs. Then I began pumping her with a steady rhythm. I watched her buck to meet every thrust. The buzzing went from loud to soft as the shiny white cylinder slithered deeply in and out of her.

My voyeurism became rampant now. Wanting to see her pleasure herself, I placed her hand over my own on the vibrator. She grabbed it without hesitation and then she began plunging it into herself even faster than before.

While Liz was fucking herself furiously with the ten-inch dildo, I leaned over to retrieve the little one from the bedside table. My cock brushed her face. With her eyes still closed, Liz parted her lips and stuck out her tongue to find me. In a moment I was inside her warm mouth and her cheeks were contracting feverishly while she kept the big dildo tight in her fist.

She sucked me with groans of pleasure, arching her head and neck form the pillow. I snapped the little vibrator on and moved it down her stomach, toward her clit. When I penetrated her with it her jaw went slack and hr body stiffened. My cock fell still shiny with saliva from her mouth.

“Oh, honey, keep it there. Please don’t stop,” she begged. I held the little vibrator lightly against her exposed clitoris and knelt back to watch.

It was a view I had never been privy to before. Liz’s body was stiffening as if taking an electric charge. Her hands fell limply to her sides, but the big vibrator still jutted from her thick pubic thatch, held only by her muscles. From the look on her face, I knew we were in the countdown stage.

Suddenly her torso arched upward and a low, breathy “Ohhh” came from her lips. She shook and quivered and gasped for nearly a full minute. I was voyeur and participant, feeling something close to wonder to see her in that state. She was so out of control, so abandoned to the pleasure coursing through her cunt, that I felt a small pang of jealousy, When her breathing returned to normal, I fought back my own greed and whispered in her ear, “Happy birthday.”

I knew Liz would soon get horny again, but I was anxious. I reached over for a bottle of baby oil on the bed stand and dripped some onto my cock till it glistened. With on hand I lubricated myself until the oil made a popping sound. With the other I parted her cunt.

Kneeling between her legs, I pumped my erection, waiting for her eyes to open. I knew she loved to watch me do this. It reminded her of porno movies we had seen. When she finally looked at me a smile spread across her face and she raised her legs in the air. I slid into her with ease. She squeezed her cunt muscles in welcome.

“You feel so warm and big,” she said. “Just let me lie here and get fucked by that big thick cock.” She bit my lips, sucked my tongue and begged me to fuck her. “I’m so open, I’m so wet,” she groaned as I slid in and out of her.

After about ten thrusts I was ready to come. I wanted to hold back, but Liz was milking me with her cunt. I slowed down, and began to lick her breasts when I heard one of the vibrators snap on. Liz was pressing the small one-still wet with her juices-against my ass. The buzzing tip suddenly slipped all the way in. I started thrusting furiously, feeling nothing but that churning inside me and my come coursing up through my cock.

“Shoot it,” she cried. “Shoot it into me, make me take it.” I pushed my cock deep inside her. Liz was moaning-for me, for my pleasure-while holding the vibrator against my ass. With my last spasm I fell on top of her and we shared a deep, wet, tired kiss.

The two vibrators became a part of our sex lives. We named them Jo and Joe and even took them with us on weekends to the country. It was on one of those weekends that I raised the subject of her Christmas gift. She mused for a moment, then looked up at me with an innocent smile and said, “Batteries.”

courtesy of Penthouse

Position Tuesdays- The Soft Rock

Try this tantalizing twist on the typical missionary position (him on top, you  on bottom). Instead of having your man rest on his elbows, ask him to slide two  to four inches forward. Have him place his arms on either side of your  shoulders, letting his body fall flat against yours. Make sure you both keep  your spines straight. With your legs touching his, push your pelvis up about two  inches. Your man should push down gently, providing a little counter-resistance.  Instead of the usual in-and-out of thrusting, rock up and down.

Okay, so missionary doesn’t always make you quake. But because he’s in a more  forward position, the base of his penis should naturally rub your clitoris. The  rocking motion draws out the orgasm, building pleasure gradually. Because both  sets of genitals are sharing such tight quarters, your climb to the climax will  be intensified.
Read more: The Soft Rock Sex Position – Cosmopolitan