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Pepper has this dream...

I am standing on an oceanfront balcony on the top floor, overlooking the moonlit ocean. I feel the warm salty breeze caressing me as if it were my lover. The wind is lifting my long hair as well as my gown. As I am drifting in the pleasure of this...the scents start to change, the rush between my legs identifies it for me, it is Him. The one I cannot stop giving myself to. The mixed scent of the cologne and the sexual tension that you could smell, was an aphrodisiac. As if by reading minds I lean back against the nothingness only to lean against the body of a Greek God. The rush of desire through my body makes me weak but the heat rushing in my moans are giving me strength. I lean back and look up into my lovers face as he reaches to kiss me passionately. I am melting and on fire. I arch my back to let his hands roam anywhere. I am his servant, for lust has made me a prisoner. I turn into him and beg him to undress me. He slips the straps of my gown down and kisses every inch down until the is only the path back up. I am shivering with desire as I am pushed back onto the chaise. I am in ecstasy as I watch him undress in the moonlight. He comes for me and we meet like the tide against the rocks. I open up to take him and with all his force he enters. I almost came then, but I knew what was ahead and let it build. He is over me with his beautiful face, strong face and eyes like a china doll. A confusing yet almost hypnotic hold is on me as we rush to become as one. The ocean breeze and salty scent mixed with the sexual perfume we were brewing was like nothing ever captured. I was high in my passion as I pull my legs to my shoulders and watched him enter me over and over again, in the moonlight. The vision was so that I new my tide was building fast again. This time not to be held back. He leans back on his knees and looks at me as he slides in and out of me slowly. He pulls me on him to ride and buck as if riding waves. I am holding my head back and screaming into the night air, knowing it would be drowned by the sound of the crashing surf. I gaze into those alluring china eyes, knowing that the hold they have would break me. As I feel the final push of my waves I break, like the wave breaks against the side of a cliff, throwing me to a level of pleasure that is surely deemed evil and as I look up to tell my lover of this.....it is daylight and he is gone.....like the tide in the early morning....but as I look away, something catches my eye...on the pillow beside me is a perfect tea rose.....a China Tea rose.

Sarah has this scenerio stirring:
Just a thought that had crossed my mind, that always crosses my mind...

I have a very dear friend in Tennessee, we will call him Tater. He is 20 years my elder and hot as hell. The age difference has never bothered me for a minute. He makes me laugh, makes my day go by with a hundred smiles, and makes me wet all over. I would love to be able to drive down by him, a thirteen hour drive mind you, and walk right into his office. I would tell whoever is in there to please excuse us, we had a very important matter to discuss....as they left, and I shut the door, and the blinds, and remove my clothing, listening to him tell me how I can't do that in his office...how people would know...as I locked the door and walk over to him..grab him around the neck, and kiss him so deeply, so passionetaly. My hips grind against him as I feel him stiffen against me. He returns my kiss just as hungrily and his hands, his mighty strong hands, are all over me, exploring skin, crevices, boundaries. He finds my wetness and intrudes upon it. My hand slides down his pants and finds his hot erection, he gasps at my touch........as I pull back, get dressed, kiss him on the lips and whisper in his ear. I smile devilishly at him, and walk out of his office with a nice grin on my face, getting smiles from all his coworkers........

Rose P. from New Lincoln:

Twenty eight jars of chocolate body paint later, Lulu was ready for Robert to come home. She had worked hard for hours. She'd planned for weeks and prepared for this day as though it were a private party she was catering. She had ordered the paint ahead. She had chosen a date that was free on two sides in case she needed to reschedule. She had invited Robert over weeks in advance, promising him a mouth-watering treat. She'd waxed every part of her body. She soaked in a warm tub, and heated the paint to a soothingly warm temperature. All day she painted, a little at a time..up each leg, around her torso , around each breast, teasing each nipple with each warm lucious stroke. The mood was right, the candles were lit, the champagne was on ice and her lover was hungry. She'd been teasing and taunting him for days on end. Finally she finished. She gave her nipples another dab and her lips between her legs an extra stroke. The bell rang. Robert opened the door as he'd been instructed. The room smelled like roses and was warm with candles and delicious scents hung in the air. He walked into the house. It was quiet. He looked in all the rooms and then headed into the dining room where he found a magnificent feast on the table. There lay Lulu clad only in chocolate...every inch of her....draped across the dining table on a beautiful cloth. He touched her gently, then bent over gently to taste the sweetness of her nipples...circling her breast with his tongue . Taking a moment he slipped off his coat, removed his tie and popped the champagne.

Stephanie from W.Va. sent in her delicious moment:

One of my fantasies has always been...strangely enough... to be confronted and forced to have sex with a male intruder. Well, one evening my husband told me to go to the bedroom, turn off all the lights and wait for him, that he would be back in a few minutes. We were planning on having a fun evening anyway but I thought I would pick at him and sneak into the bathroom and hide so that when he came back in, expecting me on the bed waiting, he would have a surprise! A few minutes later I heard him quietly come back into the bedroom and without missing a beat found his way into the bathroom where I was. He grabbed me and told me not to say a word. He was dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and dark clothes and he had a knife. He "forced" me into the bedroom and demanded me to take my clothes off. To make a long story short, I got handcuffed ( he is in law enforcement...hmmm, that's interesting ), slapped, spanked, my hair pulled, my underwear cut off and the best screw I've had in a long time!! I am glad he remembered what I had always dreamed about!

Margot M in Montana:

The race track was hot and fast and the air was full of the sound of high revs and the smell of high octane fuel when I first noticed the blue motorcycle with the #1 plate. I asked the man standing next to me about this rider that had laped the pack. Later, while standing and admiring a Harley 883, I looked up to see a face, flushed from the intense concentration and control of 130mph. His leathers clung to his body, wet with sweat. His green eyes fixed and intense. His smile quickly made me weak. It started like fireworks between my legs and rushed through me with fuel injected exceleration.

From Vanessa in TX:

My husband and I just had our daughter. While in the hospital we had thought's of portraying our love there. But you can't do that when nurse's are constantly coming in and out of your room. After I reccuperated at home, he fixed me a dinner and gave me a massage. It felt so good to have his hand's on my body once again, he started at my feet. Along with massaging them, he also kissed my toes ever so gently, and then kissed his way up to "the treasure." He paused there so he could finish the massage until he came to my breast's and did the same there as he did with my toe's. He pushed my hair out of my face and proceeded to kiss me. So I thought, "now it's my turn." He enjoyed it as I used my tongue and tongue ring on his nipple's and his treasure. He started shaking with "excitment" and I figured it's time to make-love. And it was so nice to feel him inside me as we got close once again.

RB from FL ! Her thougt is...

MEL GIBSON

From Melissa M:

I placed myself, my mind, in the form of his flute, his fingers floating across my body in a rythmic frenzy. His lips are wrapped around me, I am lost in his being, part of him. I feel the internal motion which propels his soul. His breath is warming my insides, his fingers searing my skin, leaving his mark, the trail of his fingers, the notes of our melody.

DAK:

Clouded raining...
Driving
My hand on your thigh
Squeezing..lightly..
The texture of your jeans burns my palm...
Upward..smooth even strokes..
Moving higher..my dress riding up.....
You watch me...
Slide my panties to the floorboard of the car...
Leaning to you
I kiss the side of your throat.. savor
Your taste on my lips..
Salty and sweet
Edging my hand.. to that very hot confinement
Soothing and smoothing ..my hand over your crotch...
Unbuttoning?your button fly
One at a time
You drive...and I...dive..
Easy access no underwear
The scent of your musk...close to my face hard.. engorged...
You drive...
I lick...suck...and..stroke
You slide the seat back.. and drive....and reach
And touch my wet wet me
Fingering..and sucking we drive thru the city.. raining
An over pass...you pull the car over...
Your seat back farther...cars passing..honking windowsfogging..
I straddle you..hot and muggy inside me.. and inside the car...
You drive

kt, Texas:

my husband and i went on date 8 months after our daughter was born. i wore a flimsy skirt and a nice tight white shirt. he sat watching the movie,i sat and fantasized about when he would touch my thigh. he didn't until on the way home. we parked in our lot,he ran his hand up my thigh and discovered my secret. we didn't make it to bedroom. we enjoyed the moment against the door. i still have the skirt, i just can't seem to part with it.

A T-shirt goes to Cherry:

When I am performing fellatio on my man, and he is lost in the rapture of what my talented tongue is doing to him, and I know he is very close to his orgasm, as his knees buckle and he ejaculates, the three most beautiful words in the world to me are ""Bitch, oh god"!"! That's empowerment. At that delicious moment, I am his Goddess.

Rose G., Paso Robles, CA

Yesterday, while waiting in line at the grocery store I happened to look up to see this man staring at me. He would shift his eyes for a moment but then he would come right back and lay his eyes on me while acting like I wouldn't notice. I felt so uncomfortable and so embarrassed. Finally, I decided he had had enough. It was my turn to look at him. So I put down my groceries and turned to face him, staring only at his private parts. As I did this I fumed...I was SO angry at him. Then I found myself feeling empowered as he began to squirm and feel the discomfort and embarrassment which had previously been mine.

Sue E. from Nevermind Where:

I walk down the street and imagine every man I pass on the street with no clothes on. I laugh to myself thinking that they have no clue who I am or that I would ever be doing such a thing. It's like doing kegels during a meeting with your boss.

L. Pettit, New Orleans:

I was dancing on a hot night, in a steamy bar where there was plenty of alcohol and terrific tunes. As I was slinking around on the dance floor my eye was caught by the heated stare of the sax player. My head fell back and I danced some more...to a tune he made just for me.

W.Royce, Seattle, WA:

I was out in my garden that faces the courtyard of the condo complex. I could see the guy across the way looking at me from a corner of the curtain in his condo on the 2nd floor. I had on a really nice bra so in my thoughts.... I stepped back, just inside my doorway and turned to face his window. I put my hands on my hips and slid my hands slowly up over my stomach and then slowly over my breasts, lifting my shirt to the top of my bra.Slowly, I ran my hands around my breasts and let down my shirt. He fell over pulling the curtain with him.