Desire

What makes the world go round? It’s sex, honey, not love.
We do view it differently, of course, men and women. And even to people of the same sex, it’s seen very differently.
Self-satisfaction, rape, fetishism, fantasies, bondage or the missionary… What makes you tick? Read the story of Joshua, Melissa, John, and others as they get it on (so the term is) in different ways in this exciting tale of sexual intimacy and pleasure; sure to get your juices flowing…
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“The girl was lying in a bathtub. Her long hair was in the water, her nipples just above the water level. She was breathing slowly, softly. Her breast cage rose and fell with the breathing. There was still foam in the water, around her feet and in her hair. The air smelt fresh, lavender-tinted, probably from the bathing foam she had had in the water.
I had stood in the doorway, watching her, for a minute or so. She opened her eyes. I smiled at her and she sat up. I watched, seeing it all as in slow motion. Drops of water rushed along her pink, fresh skin. The knees of her long, shapely legs came into view above the water level. Tendrils of hair stuck to her breasts and arms. I whistled.
-Hello beautiful, she said. I smiled in response. She reached out a hand, and I took it.
I was just going to offer her a towel, when she smiled a seductive smile. She pulled my head down to her mouth and whispered in my ear, with that low, purring voice of hers.
-I think you need a bath…”

And so far he had got. The marker blinked at the end of the sentence, and the frustrated young male stared blankly at the screen and groaned.
-I can imagine all the things I would do, I just can’t write it!
Neither could he imagine any reason why he would be in a sexy girl’s bathroom. He had never been, though, he hoped, that he one day would be. The sad truth was that Joshua –that’s his name – was a nerd. A very unsexy nerd. He wasn’t even a computer nerd, although he sat at the computer quite a lot. He had tried to fit in with those people, but since he didn’t have an inkling of what CS or UT was, they would never accept him.
Joshua was not in with the sports crowd, because he was not sporty. He wasn’t in with the artistic outsiders, because he wasn’t artistic. The brainy geeks couldn’t accept him since he wasn’t brainy. In fact, nobody liked Joshua, not even his mother.
The only thing he was good at, except snoring and eating, was imagining real good sex fantasies. His time online was spent gathering inspiration for his fantasies, mostly through viewing interesting pictures (he had yet to gather the courage to actually download a film, since it was, after all, daddy’s computer). Recently though, he had discovered adultfanfic-tion.net. Soon he realized that this was the ultimate way to get his juices flowing: no more hassling with sites that wanted him to pay for viewing. And, best of all, his mother and father would think he was reading school papers and not kick him out of their home.
Joshua had also figured that this site would be a great way of gaining contacts (women) so he could get laid (finally), and maybe become popular among men like him. He could write lots and lots of fiction and become popular. Women would love him; men would want to be him. Yes, that was his plan.
Unfortunately for Joshua, he was never very good at writing. If he did not improve dramatically, no one would ever dream of paying for what he wrote. That was, of course, his goal. First, he would become popular and famous on aff.net, and then he would sell his very good stuff to the company that paid him the most. He had figured that it would be pretty neat to be an author, and that it wouldn’t be a very hard life.
The first step, however, was to write this first fiction. Joshua had paused in his writing and leaned back. He decided to just jack off for a while until he became inspired again. He grabbed his shaft and imagined a blonde’s soft, red, luscious lips around it. Her eyes round and glazed as they looked at him while she worked up and down his length. One hand massaging his balls and the other on his manly, muscled chest. She would use her tongue right… right there! And then soft, hard, wet sucking focused on his head, while her hand worked at the root of his shaft.
-Aaah… He groaned. Life was good.

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Let’s leave Joshua to his fantasies for a while, and instead got to the main object of his desire. He was not in love with her, but she was the girl of his (sexual) dreams. He had seen her naked once, by accident. He had gone by the girl’s changing room at the swimming hall, when suddenly the door opened wide when someone exited. There she stood, in all her naked glory, exposed to his gaze for a couple of seconds until the door closed.
She had been quite far off, but every moment since then she had been the one filling is dreams with lust, and his bed with white come. Her name was Melissa and currently she was half-naked in bed with her fully clothed boyfriend. He was doing his best to please her. With his tongue.
-John, oh. Do the A-B-C thing again, willya?
And John, being the frustrated young male he was, did the A-B-C thing again. He hoped she might let him fuck her soon, so he wouldn’t want her to be displeased. And Melissa seemed to be mightily pleased, judging by the way she moaned.
The A-B-C method is a pretty simple way of stimulating the clitoris; using the tongue, one would write all the letters in the alphabet, one by one, on the clitoris. This stimulates most areas of the clitoris, hopefully without being too boring for the one licking. If Melissa had felt like talking, she would have described it as if each lick of his tongue sent warm feelings through her nether parts. As the warmth built up and blood flowed through, the warmth spread to other parts of her body.
Melissa started touching her nipples through her shirt and moaned a bit louder. John looked up at her flushed face and decided to start teasing her nether lips with his fingers, before she decided on only having a clitoral orgasm. She began to breath shallower in response to his touching, and he slipped in one finger in her tight, wet fold.
-Is this what you want, baby? John asked in low, husky voice.
-Oh yes, Melissa moaned in response.
John continued to move in and out of her with a finger while he moved his other hand up her body, under her shirt. He touched the soft undersides of her right breast and massaged it gently. He licked his finger and touched her nipple with it, making it wet. Then he blew on the nipple so it stiffened. He kissed it softly. Melissa gasped at the feeling and moaned a little louder. Then, he decided, it was time. John stopped moving his finger and took it out of her. He leaned in to her face and asked her:
-Melissa, sweetheart, would you like to have something warm and throbbing inside you?
She replied with a moan and a barely audible ‘please’. John smiled an almost evil smile.
-Well, take off my clothes then.
Melissa couldn’t get the zipper down fast enough. Fortunately he wasn’t wearing a belt, so his jeans went off quite fast, along with his boxers. She seemed to enjoy seeing his erection and ran her fingers along its length, to the pleasure of John, who could barely contain himself anymore. Poor John had been extremely frustrated with his clothes on, but hadn’t felt he could suggest that he took them off since he couldn’t make it that obvious that he wanted to get into her pants. She would object and view him as being obsessed with sex.
Obsessed with sex – hah, he thought, right now, it seemed as if she wanted it more. It was such an ego-boost that he could make her loose control this way. And very sexy. John groaned. He slid his length into her to the satisfaction of both. He started at a slow pace, but soon decided to speed up as Melissa asked him to speed up so she could come soon. She was touching herself as well, to John’s delight.
He groaned again and obliged her. Soon she was panting shallower and faster, meeting his thrusts as she could. He knew there was no way he could control himself if he watched her half-naked body move along with his, so he shut his eyes and stroked her hair with a hand, while leaning on his elbow. She seemed to like that and whispered softly to him that she would soon reach her climax.
John focused on her words and opened his eyes to the exciting view of her body. He focused on the feeling of going in and out of her and within no time at all, he knew that he, too, was coming. With a couple of last thrusts where her convulsing inner muscles massaged his member, he released his seed into her hot, juicy sheath.