Author Topic: Jenny Foshia Center for Excellence in Creative Writing (Read 6538 times)

EquineAnn · « **Reply #75 on:** October 01, 2015, 01:11:18 pm »

I know most of the songs but as most bagpipe music I've got doesn't come with the singer it gets my brain going coming up with the words & sometimes singing along & I work better doing more than 1 thing most of the time.

JFoshia · « **Reply #76 on:** October 01, 2015, 01:39:18 pm »

TEASER 1st LOOK AT BLIND SEDUCTIONS - LESSONS SERIES BOOK 2

Samantha bit into the ripe, juicy strawberry while maintaining direct eye contact with her Teacher, as instructed. It was difficult, because all she wanted to do was close her eyes and lose herself in the sweetness of her favorite fruit.
This was a game they played, a lesson, every morning. If she obeyed and followed directions well enough then she would receive her reward each night. Her rewards were usually sexual, erotic, and always pleasurable.
“Good girl, Samantha,” he praised her obedience. She loved hearing him speak, whether it was to reprimand her for being too naughty, or praising her for her submission, she enjoyed hearing him.
“How does that strawberry taste, Samantha?” he asked her, arms on the table and hands folded in front of him. He was waiting, intently, for her to answer.
“It is soft, juicy, and incredibly sweet.”
“Would you like another one?” he asked her as he lifted one up in the air as an offering to her.
“Yes, please.”
“Then you need to come over here and get it.”
She pushed her chair away from the table and stood up to walk to him, but he stopped her, “No, Samantha, not like that. You need to crawl to me, and beg me for the last strawberry.”
Oh, he wanted it that way, did he? Well, she was a smart girl, she wanted her rewards tonight, and so she got down on her hands and knees.
“On the table,” he commanded.
She looked at him questioningly, not really believing that he expected her to crawl across the table. When he did not say anything, she turned her head and glanced back at the table, then back to him.
He nodded, “Yes, Samantha. I want you to crawl across to me, on the table.”
She slowly stood up and walked back to her end of the table. She stood there for a moment before finally climbing on to the tabletop.
He had no idea how difficult it was for her by not having the permission to break eye contact; how turned on she was becoming from seeing the lust and hunger in his eyes as she crawled seductively across the table, swiping their plates out of her way. They landed on the floor, many of them shattering, but she did not care. Her only objective was to reach him and retrieve that strawberry.
She reached him and reached for the strawberry. He slowly pulled it out of her reach, and said, “Oh no, Samantha. Use your mouth. Remember, you must follow the rules if you want your reward.”
He teased her with it, licking the tip of the strawberry, and then taking a bite for himself. Damn! She thought to herself as she watched his tongue dart out to catch the juices that trickled out of the corner of his mouth. He smirked when his eyes met hers, that knowing little twitch of the lips that told her he knew exactly what that did to her nether regions. Oh, what she would give to have been those juices right now.
He stretched out his hand to offer her what remained of the strawberry. Even with her eyes focused on him, she could see the colors of the fruit as it neared her mouth.
“Open up, Samantha,” he told her, and she did.
She opened her mouth just enough for the ripe fruit to enter, and right before she bit down on it he stopped her with his fingers on her chin.
“Not so fast, darling. I have not given you permission to eat the fruit, only taste it. I want you to hold it between your front teeth, let the sweetness of it invade your mouth and senses, nothing else.”
Oh God! She said to herself, and moaned as she sunk her teeth into ripe, juicy fruit.
She held it between her teeth, the sweetness filling her mouth, juices oozing out of her like the dampness between her legs soaking her panties. The throbbing in her **** was making it hard for her to concentrate on maintaining her eye contact, causing her to have difficulty following directions.
The look in his eyes told her that he knew how she was feeling, knew she was on the verge of disobeying.
He stood up in his tailored dress suit and leaned close to her, his lips almost touching her ear, and said, “I can smell you, Samantha. Your scent is sweeter than the fruit in your mouth, more intoxicating than the strongest liquor. Don’t you dare disobey, or you will be punished.”
He straightened up, readjusted his tie and his ****, which was fully erect and pressing against the zipper of his dress slacks, and gave one final order, “I am running late, Samantha. I want you to stay there for another five minutes, staring straight ahead at the clock on the wall. Do not look away, do not move from the table, and do not chew on that strawberry until the five minutes is up. Remember, I will be watching.” With those commands issued, he left the dining room.
She whimpered as she did exactly what the Teacher instructed. He knew this was torture enough; she didn’t want a punishment tonight on top of it.

Clay Death · « **Reply #77 on:** October 01, 2015, 09:37:18 pm »

Quote from: Jenny on September 29, 2015, 06:19:45 pm

I got a new follower on twitter, who is also a recording artist. I checked out his "official video" and thought it was right up my alley! Rumors by Jake Miller, and it takes place in a library lol!

this is great Jenny.

keep up the good work.

Clay Death · « **Reply #78 on:** October 01, 2015, 10:51:15 pm »

EquineAnn · « **Reply #79 on:** October 02, 2015, 04:41:48 pm »

I think that extract from your book looks & sounds very elegant Jenny.

JFoshia · « **Reply #80 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:06:05 pm »

Thank you so much, Ann and Clay

I try to keep my writing elegant, sensual, and classy, even though it is erotica

EquineAnn · « **Reply #81 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:12:30 pm »

It's o.k. Jenny. It is always possible to keep it elegant if you have the right vocab which you do. You do, however have to think about some people who may not have the vocab you do. When I was younger you looked up words you didn't understand in a dictionary. Not everyone will do that though. You don't have to be blunt like some are.

JFoshia · « **Reply #82 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:30:30 pm »

Thank you so much for that wonderful compliment on my writing, Ann. I really appreciate it

I still use a thesaurus when writing, to keep from repeating words. Sometimes another word just flows better, you know?

EquineAnn · « **Reply #83 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:35:29 pm »

It's o.k. Jenny. Thank you very much for your appreciation. Sometimes you have to repeat words & sometimes re-iterating words gives a better effect. Yes, I know. I'd best not say too much as you'll think I'm arrogant as you're a pro & I'm not. Thank you very much for the advice.

JFoshia · « **Reply #84 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:42:03 pm »

Oh no, Ann! I am far from a pro.

You are correct, sometimes repetition is necessary, and works perfectly. Other times, though, another word may just make more of an impact with the reader. I guess it just depends on how it sound when reading it aloud.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #85 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:47:11 pm »

You are too modest Jenny. I know.

EquineAnn · « **Reply #86 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:53:01 pm »

I'm very grateful for the fact you & Clay are treating me like you pros & giving me the same opportunities though.

JFoshia · « **Reply #87 on:** October 02, 2015, 06:09:14 pm »

I am grateful that you are part of this Camelot family, Ann

I appreciate all of your support, and truly enjoy your stories and posts.

JFoshia · « **Reply #88 on:** October 02, 2015, 06:39:15 pm »

Excerpt from Blind Sensations

His note mentioned that the lesson would center on the sense of touch. She had no clue what he had planned, but if it was anything nearly as enjoyable and arousing as the first meeting was then she was in trouble. For the past four nights she had been plagued with erotic dreams. She felt his hands caress each and every curve of her body, his heated breathe as he whispered into her ear all the things he was going to do to her, and with her. She would wake up after having an orgasm in her dream only to realize that it wasn’t only in her dream that she did so.
She pulled up to the front of the house and parked in front of the stairs just like she did the previous visit. She walked up the stairs slowly, her nerves really starting to act up now. Her palms were sweating and her heart was beating in a rapid rhythm. She tried to calm herself down by measured breaths but it didn’t help. She was going to be standing, blindfolded, in front of a stranger, in a teddy for the first time!
She rang the doorbell and waited. She took a glance behind her, knowing she would find no one there but still checking to make sure no one saw her entering the house. The door was opened and she walked through the entryway and into the foyer. The lighting was dimmer than the last time she was here but that was the only difference she noted.
“I was instructed to show you to the same room as last time, Ma’am.” The butler said by way of greeting.
“If you would follow me, please?” he gestured down the hallway. The same hallway she walked down on Saturday.
“Right, um, yes,” she stuttered, and followed him to the last door and walked through, into the room, when he opened the door for her. She looked around the room in utter amazement. It was completely filled with red roses just like the ones he had sent to her on Monday at work. They were in vases around the floor and shelves, petals littered the floor. The fragrance, she was surprised to notice, did not overwhelm as she expected. It was a beautiful, aroma that had a peaceful, calming effect on her and her nerves.
She walked over to the table and took the envelope. She read through the note that told her to leave her coat near the table and to put on her blindfold from the cupboard. She set the note and envelope back onto the table and untied her coat. She looked around as she slowly removed it and allowed it to pool around her feet on the floor. She moved to the cupboard and removed the blindfold that was now engraved with her name in black cursive. For some reason that made her feel special and cherished. Knowing that he, whoever he was, went that extra little step to make this her blindfold told her that he had to care about her, even a little bit.
She walked over and sat in the chair, the same chair she sat in on Saturday. She covered her eyes with the blindfold and tied it at the back of her head.
Samantha inhaled deeply and tried to concentrate on what she could hear, smell, and feel. One thing she remembered from the last lesson was that when you were without your sight, your other senses would become stronger if you allowed them to.
She had been practicing every night. No idea why, but she had been. A part of her wanted to make her teacher proud. She had no idea why that mattered, but it did. She had spent so much time thinking about him; his scent, his touch, his voice. She didn’t know what he looked like, but she didn’t care because the rest of him turned her on so much. His scent caused her breath to quicken, his touch made her heart race, and his voice, well, it sent electric shocks straight to her core causing her juices to dampen her panties.
She sat there waiting and listening with eager anticipation for her lesson to begin. She may have been nervous when she decided to come again tonight; however now that she was here she knew she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
She bowed her head and as soon as she did, she heard him at the door. He opened it slowly and she could sense him, feel him, standing in the doorway, but not entering.
Her heart began to pound in anticipation of his approach. Her palms began to sweat and her breathing began to quicken. She was ready for him; she needed him to come to her like she needed nothing else before.
At last, the door closed and he began to walk toward her. His scent became stronger the closer he got. Only a few more steps and he would be next to her.
Finally she felt his touch. It was feather soft. He used just his fingertips as he stroked her arms, shoulders, and up her neck. His hand stopped at her chin and he cupped it in his warm hands and lifted her face up toward his own.
She felt the heat from his body as he leaned close to her, his breath caressed her skin gently as he whispered against her nape, “I’ve missed you Samantha.” And then he did it, he finally placed his warm, soft lips against her neck in the lightest, yet most sensually arousing kisses she had ever felt.
“I can tell that you have been waiting for this. I can hear it in the catch of your breath. I can feel it in the pulse that is beating at the base of your neck. I can smell your arousal as your scent makes its way up to me. You are enjoying this, aren’t you Samantha?” he asked as he ran his nose against her skin from her collar bone up to her chin, sending shivers of lust and want through her body.
His hand made contact with her legs, starting from the knee and gliding up closer to her center where she was already wet from the attention she was receiving from him.
“I asked you a question Samantha. Are you enjoying this?” he asked in a more stern voice; a voice that could easily make her climax. It was a deep, velvety sound that she could listen to all day, or night, and never tire of hearing.
“Yes, I am,” she finally answered when she found her voice. Her throat was dry from the heavy breathing she was forced to do because of his sensual assault. And she had a feeling that he had only just begun.
“Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable before we begin your lesson,” he said as he held her hand and guided her up to a standing position and led her out of the room. They used the doorway at the far side of the room. It wasn’t the door she used and it wasn’t the same door they used during her last visit.
When she crossed through the door and into the adjoining room, she was assaulted with the warm scent of vanilla. It was an arousing and intoxicating scent. She had always loved vanilla and cinnamon. Now she would never be able to smell vanilla again without bringing back the memories she would be making this night.
They continued walking at a slow, quiet pace until she felt her knees bump into something. As she bent down to touch it with her hand, he said, “That, Samantha, is the bed. You will be lying down for our lesson tonight.”
She quickly turned her head in the direction of his voice in confusion. He must have sensed it because he answered, “Yes, Samantha, lying down. You will be in bed with both hands and both feet cuffed to the posts of the bed. I need you bound for this lesson. It will enhance your sense and awareness of my touch. Do you still wish to continue?”
She stood there pondering her answer. Did she want to continue with the lesson tonight? Or did she want to call it quits and walk away, never to see, hear, or feel him again?
The answer was simple; she had to go through with this. So she nodded her head “Yes” and was rewarded with the gentle touch of his fingers as they slid softly down her cheek.
“Good girl, Samantha. Now, I need you to sit down on the bed and then scoot to the middle.”
She did as he instructed.
“Now I need you to spread your arms and legs so that I may cuff them to the posts.”
Again, she did as he told her to do, extending both arms and both legs.
Her heart, which had only moments ago slowed to a normal pace, quickly picked up speed and was pounding so hard and so loudly that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear it.
He took her left arm firmly in his grasp and wrapped a soft ribbon around it before pulling it until it was fully extended. Once he had the arm secured he worked his way to the next arm before getting to the feet.
Once all of her limbs were securely bound she heard him step away from the bed. He was correct when he said, during her first visit, that having the blindfold would enhance everything. Her other senses picked up the slack of her sight and allowed her to be fully aware of the surroundings; where he was, what she could feel, what she was hearing and smelling. It was all more visible to her even though she couldn’t actually see any of it.
“I need you to do something for me Samantha. Do you think you could?” She heard him ask in that deep, hypnotic voice of his that she loved to hear.
She nodded her head “Yes” for him.
“No no Samantha,” he said as she heard him walking toward her again. “I need to hear what you say. You need to speak for me.”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Good girl. Now, I need you to remember a couple of things. The first thing: you will voice all of your thoughts and feelings during this lesson. Can you do that?”
“I will try,” she said quietly.
“Good, good. The second thing is: I need you to remember that I will not hurt you, ever. My only goal is to awaken your senses and provide you with so much pleasure that you cannot even begin to imagine. I need you to trust me on that. Can you do that for me Samantha?”
“Yes, I can,” she responded.
“Now, I will use a variety of things in this lesson. Remember, this lesson is about touch. You will describe to me exactly how each touch makes you feel or think.”
He was explaining this to her as he circled the bed. She heard him at the foot, then at the head of the bed. She could only assume that the bed she was bound to was in the center of the room, giving him access to every single part of her body.
The bed dipped on her right side and she felt his fingers on her arm. It was only the lightest of touches, but sent sparks soaring through her like nothing she had ever felt before.
“Are you ready to begin Samantha?” He asked.
“Yes, I am ready.”
“Good,” he said and he left the bed. Seconds passed before he was back and she felt something warm being poured down her chest.
“What do you feel Samantha?” He asked her.
“I feel warm, scented liquid.”
“How does that make you feel Samantha?”
She slowed her breathing to gain control of her voice. “I feel a tingling sensation between my legs,” she answered him.
“Is this something that causes you pleasure Samantha?”
“Yes, I feel pleasure.”
While the liquid was still warm on her chest, he used his fingers to spread it to her shoulders and up her neck, covering the upper part of her body in the heat.
She then felt the liquid being poured onto her legs near her center, which only heightened the throbbing that had begun when it was poured onto her chest.
“Are you feeling more pleasure now Samantha?” He asked her as his hands massaged the heated substance into her legs brushing his thumbs near her core.
Her breath hitched in anticipation, wanting and needing him to touch her more firmly, more deliberately.
“Yes,” she breathed out as her lower abdominal muscles contracted along with the muscles in her ****.
“I can smell you, Samantha. You want more, don’t you?” He asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
As soon as she answered him, he removed his hands, leaving her bereft of his touch.
He must have sensed her frustration because, he said, “The night is young Samantha, and I have so much more I want to share with you.”
Even without his hands her body was left in a state of near climax. She had never been so close to having an orgasm before with mere touching. As a matter of fact, the only orgasms she had ever had were during actual intercourse or manual stimulation. She was never left so close during foreplay. Her head was light and her core was heavy with the need to release.
She was overwhelmed with all the emotions that were being triggered by all the things she was experiencing; she could hear him breathing and she could smell his spicy cologne. He wasn’t touching her, yet, but she could still feel his hands on her body.
She jumped a little when she felt something touch the sole of her foot. It was soft and silky feeling. It tickled as much as it soothed. The lightness of whatever it was stimulated her senses as it traveled along her foot to the inside of her leg, up her thighs and circled her core. She not only felt, but also heard it glide along her skin on its journey, igniting a wave of heat in its path.
“How are you feeling now Samantha?” He asked her.
“I…feel…hot. The touch is making me feel as if I am burning up from the inside,” she replied breathlessly.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered her answer through the intense pleasure she was receiving from whatever it was that was making contact with her and leaving such an imprint on her skin.
He continued to trail the object upward, circling each breast and then traveling to her chin. He guided the soft item, which must be a rose judging from its scent, around her face and to the nape of her neck. He drew little circles from one ear, around her chin, and to the other ear, teasing her. The entire experience of having that rose journey up her body and over each contour sensitized her skin. She found it almost unbearable to breathe, drawing in shallow, rapid breaths. Her heart was pounding and sweat was beginning to bead across her forehead and drip down the sides of her temples.
“You are hot for more, aren’t you Samantha? You are wanting more, needing more, craving more,” he said.
Barely whispering from her intense state arousal she said, “Yes.”
“That is what I want from you, Samantha. I want you to be left with that craving; the intense desire for more. That feeling will only increase your pleasure you receive when the time comes for me to give you exactly what your body is telling me it needs,” he told her.
He leaned closer to her ear and quietly said, “When you are ready; when you are fully prepared, I will give you exactly what you want. I will bring you to the height of passion over and over again with my hands and my lips. I will kiss, suck, and caress each and every inch of your luscious body. And then, when you are at that peak, I will drive into you and send you soaring over the edge.”
Oh God! She was ready to cum from just his words! How could she possibly be so close to that edge without any other stimulation other than his touch and words? She was hungry for more of everything for him and she was having difficulty digesting that fact. She didn’t even know him, but somehow he knew her, the part of her that even she didn’t know yet. He knew what her body needed and wanted, he knew how to awaken her senses. He knew how to play her body like an instrument, how to strum her to make her body sing for him, and she didn’t even know what he looked like. She only knew how he made her feel: incredible!
Which was the point of this lesson, she guessed. It was about the sense of touch. And with the simple and sensual touches in just the right places, he was able to take her to heights she had never been before.
“Our time is nearing its end for this night, dear Samantha. Are you ready to go?” He asked her.
How should she answer? Her feelings were mixed. Part of her wanted to get the hell out of there and go home where she could safely hide within the walls of her home and keep all of her secrets. Another part of her never wanted to leave; she wanted to stay and continue to explore the sense of touch.
He chuckled a little. “I can see from the expressions crossing your beautiful face that you do not know what you want to do. Dear Samantha, this is not our last lesson. We have combined two in one tonight. You learned how touch and smell can magnify the joy and bliss your magnificent body experiences. Last lesson you learned the importance of taste. Our last lesson will focus on your sense of sound.”
She had no idea how sound could add to any sexual gratification but she desperately wanted and needed to learn how. Before beginning the lessons she never would have thought that the taste of certain foods, specific smells, and the briefest of touches could be so arousing. She was willing to broaden her experience.
“I am going to free your hands and feet and help guide you back into the main room. When you hear the door close you may put away your blindfold and then put your coat on over that marvelous ensemble that hugs your body like a glove,” he said as he began to free her limbs one at a time. “You have no idea the impact seeing you in that has on me Samantha. Did you know men are visual creatures? When I saw you drop your coat I about lost it. Your body is a masterpiece Samantha. Don’t ever forget that.”
Oh God! Did he really have to tell her all of that? Hearing how she could cause him to feel that way just by seeing her excited her and made her feel powerful as a woman.
Once he was finished uncuffing her legs and feet he lifted her hand and helped her to sit up.
“Take it slowly Samantha. We will take our time walking back; give your legs and feet time to adjust to standing after being bound for so long,” he spoke kindly to her as they walked back to the room where she always waited for him.
“That a girl Samantha. Okay, we are near the chair. Go ahead and take a seat.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and with his soft, warm lips; he pressed a kiss on her palm.
“Good night, my sweet Samantha. I will be in touch with you soon to let you know the plans for our last lesson. Until then remember how important your senses are and the impact they have on your body when in moments of passion.”
“Good night,” she said to him as he walked away. She could sense him pause at the door before it closed behind him.
She untied the blindfold and waited a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the light.
She looked around, noting that everything was left exactly as it had been when she arrived. The only change was that her coat and purse were now atop the table instead of on the floor. The entire room was still covered with roses; petals on the floor, vases along the walls, stems on the table.
She stood up and walked over to the cupboard, placed the blindfold inside, and then grabbed her coat off the table. She tied the belt around her waist, picked up her purse and walked to the door.
When she opened it, before leaving the room, she took one last look inside. The room was absolutely beautiful. It was every girl’s fantasy to walk into a room like this and be welcomed with such an array of roses. She smiled at that and walked through the doorway, pulling the door closed behind her.
When she got to the front door the butler was waiting there for her. He nodded in her direction as he opened the door and she smiled back in response.
She sat down behind the wheel of her car and allowed herself time to relax before starting the engine and pulling away.
The entire drive home, she relived the entire experience which caused her to become aroused all over again. She was definitely going to need to use her toys for relief tonight.

JFoshia · « **Reply #89 on:** October 03, 2015, 12:23:45 am »

Excerpt from Invested Pleasures

He watched as she took a sip of the white and almost groaned when he watched her tongue dart out to catch the drop of liquid at the corner of her mouth. “It was pretty busy. I had to reschedule a few of your appointments this week because Jones wanted a longer meeting. He promised that he would make it worth your time. I finished entering the numbers for the meeting yesterday right before I left to meet you here. How was your 12 o’clock?”

He leaned forward with his elbows on the table and lowered his voice so only she could hear, “We both know, Lena, that we are not here to discuss business. How about we have our order delivered to the room I reserved and head there now?”

She lowered her eyelids, fanning her long, dark lashes across her cheeks and then nodded her head.

He signaled for the waiter to inform him that they were moving to their room and would like their food to be delivered there.

“Absolutely, sir! I will let the kitchen know about your plans. Would you like for me to arrange for more wine to arrive with your lunch?”

“That would be fine, thank you.” When the waiter left their table, he stood up and walked around to pull out Lena’s chair.

He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her to the elevators. He needed to get her in bed and he needed to do that soon. It had been a couple of days since their last meeting and if he didn’t get her to the room soon he would explode.

It was amazing that his ardor for her never ceased to phase out. With each meeting like this, he left wanting more. Yes, they were both married, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her every single day. She had long, toned legs that met perfectly rounded hips. Her ass was firm and he loved to grab it when she was riding him. It drove him crazy waiting for the elevator to reach their floor; he wanted to crush her luscious lips, devour them, with his own.

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened to the hallway. He reached for her hand and she walked along beside him to their door. He quickly unlocked the door and pulled her inside. He pushed her up against the door and did exactly what he had been waiting to do; he kissed her, wrapping her hair in his hands and yanking gently to tilt her head up, giving him access to her smooth neck.

“I have been dying to do that all morning and afternoon,” he panted when he finally let up on the kiss.

She smiled up at him, “And I have been waiting for you to do that.” She pulled him back down and kissed him again, tangling her fingers in his hair.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, grinding his hard **** against her pelvic area.

She pulled away. “I think we should take this to the bed.” She said as she sauntered into the room, teasing him with the sway of her hips and undressing as she went.

She turned to face him when she unclipped her black lace bra, letting it drop to the floor and freeing her gorgeous breasts.

“Well, what are you waiting for Mr. Carmichael?” she asked as she continued her torturous striptease. He moaned when she turned, showing her cute little ass as she bent over to remove her thong.

“Nothing, Lena…nothing,” he answered her and stripped himself of his clothing and meeting her on the bed.

He rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her, smoothing her hair away from her face before kissing her again in a heated kiss. He hungrily drank from her mouth, dipping his tongue in to taste her sweetness. It was a hard, take no prisoners kiss. They played swordfight with their tongues, moving them against one another in an erotic dance that caused him to harden more painfully. He pulled away from her mouth to kiss down her neck to her breasts. He flicked his tongue across one pert nipple while his fingers pinched the other. She let out an enticing moan and arched into his mouth and hand. He opened his mouth and took her nipple into his mouth; sucking, nibbling and blowing on each one in turn. He knew she loved this foreplay, she always had.

She moved her hands to his hair, pulling his face in closer to her when he began to move down the curve of her tight abs, further to the juncture between her thighs; his treasure.

“Oh God Mr. Carmichael, don’t stop…” she moaned out as she continued to writhe with his ministrations.

“Oh, believe me Lena; I do not intend to stop until I have filled you up.” He said before diving in to feast on her core. He stroked her clit in long, slow licks, circling it with the tip of his tongue before starting again at the entrance of her channel and then making another journey back up. After a few more times of this he paused at her nub, taking it into his mouth and sucking and massaging it with his tongue as he filled her moist hole with his finger; working in and out, mimicking the motion that his shaft would soon be making.

“Yes, yes, just like that. Oh God that feels good….oh God! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stoooop…” she moaned as she rode his finger.

He kept up his assault and within a few minutes he felt the familiar tightening of her vaginal walls, signaling her impending finish. He sped up his finger, pumping even faster and sucking even harder on her clit and didn’t slow down until she reached her climax.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” she screamed as she arched off the bed and ground her **** into his mouth. He moved his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, drinking the sweet juices that flowed out of her channel.

When she lay back on the bed, he looked up and met her eyes. “That was amazing Lena. It gets better every time we do this.”

She smiled, “Yes, and now it is your turn Mr. Carmichael,” she said as she sat up onto her knees. He stood at the foot of the bed and moaned as she wrapped her soft hands around his ****. She took one long lick, “Are you ready Mr. Carmichael?” she asked as took another lick on the other side.

“God yes, Lena. I am more than ready.” He answered her.

She laughed as she bent down and sucked his tight balls into her wet mouth.

“God Lena! That feels so damn good.”

She let up on the sucking and placed open-mouthed kisses along his inner thighs before making her way back to his shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue a couple of times before taking it into her mouth, applying just enough suction to drive him crazy. She pulled away and then sucked him in again, taking his entire **** into her mouth. He groaned when he felt the tip hit the back of her throat.

“God Lena, you…are…amazing…” he panted. She was the only woman he knew that was able to take all of him in her mouth. It was one of the things he enjoyed the most about their encounters.

She worked him a little longer before he pushed her away and tossed her back on the bed.

“No more of that Lena. I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then fill me up Mr. Carmichael.”

And he did. He plunged into her tight, wet channel and began pumping in and out. He worked her long strokes and followed by quick ones, alternating the motions to bring on their mutual release.

He crushed his mouth to hers in a hard kiss, and matched his tongue movements to the rhythm his dick was making. Soon he felt her body stiffen; he continued to pump her until he felt her walls squeeze around him, “Oh my God! I’m coming!” she screamed as he felt his own release burst forth, “Me too!” he said and he felt his hot cum shoot into her channel. He continued to move in and out of her as they rode out the waves of their climax.

“That was amazing, Lena.” He told her as he kissed the tip of her nose before plopping down beside her on the bed to catch his breath.

“Yes it was,” she gasped.

He stared at her, her face glistening with sweat and her hair soaked, evidence of their satisfying sexual encounter.

“Are you heading back to the office or home to Marcus?” he asked her.

“I am going to head home to get ready for the dinner that I planned on making for Marcus tonight. I am making his favorite; Chicken Piccata.”

“I’m sure he will love it.” He said.

She looked at him and smiled, “He always does.” Then she left the bed and started to get dressed.

She walked back over to him and gave him a kiss, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Tell Mrs. Carmichael I said hi.” Then she left the room.

He just sat there, on the bed, and gave himself time to recoup before getting dressed and heading back to the office. He had a few more things to finish up before heading home to his wife.

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