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He's grown up well though. The MAN that
stands before me is thick, full and just as boyishly handsome as
the day I first saw him across a crowded club. Question is: Does he
remember that I snogged him or not? How much of my subtle attempt
to get him to come over for... well, we'll see how that goes... but
you know, here's hoping... is understood.

“Hmmm...” He scratches his left ear and
raises his blond tinted eyebrows in thought. “I got dinner with the
olds at 7pm. Just in and out, if it's alright.”

“Sure,” I purr, forgetting
that this reaction is totally not appropriate to what he means
by
In and Out. “
That would be absolutely lovely.”

I throw a wave over my shoulder, shuffle out
through the cafe's door into the downpour and pop my umbrella with
a loud plonk into the torrent scouring down from above. The rain
batters off the pink plastic immediately as I step out on black
high heels way too tall for the situation. On my face is a smile.
It's part lust and part joy. Good times are coming.

*****

It's now 5pm.
My foot thumps the floor even more violently. My
arms are crossed across my plump chest. I'm impatient
AND
I'm wet. Not from
the rain. I mean W-E-T and lonely. Damn, the muffin man is taking
forever.

There's a polite knock on
the big wooden door of my apartment. Swift as a cheetah I'm at it.
Taking one little look through the little gold peephole set upper
mid-door, I note
sex
has arrived. I try not to be optimistic about it, but the
weather has gotten worse. I'm uncontrollable.

Flinging the door open, I raise my arms and
grin widely.

“
You came!”

Strangely enough it comes out as “You'll
cum” but I don't think he catches the subtlety in
pronunciation.

Jack shakes his head vigorously to clear the
water form his blond hair. Droplets of water shimmy off into
nowhere. Poor guy must have ran all the way here in this
torrent.

“
Come in. You look
cold.”

“
I can't. I've gotta be
across the city.”

I grab his black work shirt front tightly in
my fist. “I insist.”

Yanking him through the doorway and inside,
I flip the door closed with a clonk using the back of my pink
slipper and pop an extra button on the super tight pink top that
I'm wearing.

“
Thank you so much for
coming all this way,” I say. “I always appreciate the
service.”

He's staring around at my place. I know, I
know, I shouldn't be eyeing up at his butt as he admires the art,
which is admittedly quite nice, but whatever. It's rounded and firm
looking. My fingers stray out perversely, but he turns too soon for
me to have any fun.

“
Your apartment is
awesome,” he praises.

“
Thanks.” I gesture
towards the gas heater whirring away in the far corner. “At least
get dry before you go.”

His lightly muscled arm firmly in my grasp,
I escort him over. My pussy is now so uncomfortably wet that my
panties, which are lacy black and not meant for this volume of
liquids, are soaked through. I assist him out of his jacket, taking
advantage of the situation to feel him up.

He glances down suggestively at my hand
resting on his chest when we are done, but I'm too busy enjoying
the firmness of his rock hard physique. Touching is WAY better than
just looking.

“
Sarah, are you okay? You
look a little flushed.”

Jack's eyes aren't on my face. He's wide
eyed and staring at the view on show down the front of my top.
Honestly, I don't blame him. I am the proud bearer of a double D
rack and many-a-man has admitted to falling in love with it on
sight.

I wiggle them about and adjust my bra. The
lucky boy gets a glance at one of my now painfully erect nipples in
full bloom. It sends a clear message.

“
I've always felt you were
such a good service person,” I muse offhandedly, patting his firm
shoulder lightly, never losing contract with the dampness heat of
his black shirt completely. “How can I ever reward you for your
service.”

Yes, I know it's
lame.
Sue me.
I'm trying to get laid here.

Mr. Stud Muffin glances to my breasts. He
says nothing, but my hand is now snaking down over his slim chest,
over those firm abdominals to the peaked front of his blue
jeans.

“
I think someone is very
wet down here too. I don't have any clean towels. How can I clean
it, I wonder?”

I lick my lush lips, painted deep pink for
the occasion and throw some of my soft blond hair over my left
shoulder with a lewd look down at his throbbing pants front.

“
Sarah...”

He doesn't even get to say the rest. I grab
his engorged crotch and sink seductively to my knees.

“
You want to see
them?”

Before even getting my reply, I throw a
thumb under each of the straps to my top and draw it and my bra
down to release my large breasts with a firm bounce of soft flesh.
His eyes pop out of his head nearly on seeing how massive they are
and, particularly, how stiff and erect my large nipples are.

“
Fuck...” His shock is
apparent in his tone.

Well, Jack went and said it. I figure that
was an offer.

Sliding his little metal zipper down with a
flourish, I pop the little silver button that is the last line of
defense for what lies beneath and reach in to find him of
reasonable size and incredibly solid. If there's any further room
for blood in this warm piece of man flesh then I can't find it.

The carpet digs into my knees as I aim to
envelope his dick with my perked lips. It's surprising when he
grabs my slim jaw in his rough fingers and draws it up to look into
his eyes.

“
With those fucking huge
tits...”

My smile is of the infectious variety. I
throw his hard cock between my tits and send a silver of saliva
down to nestle among the inward folds of my cleavage. It's wetness
slides down my skin to moisten the throbbing head of his dick. A
little bouncing back and forth from my well-rounded, firm hips is
sufficient to create some rather wild cries of pleasure. The heater
beside us warms my naked breasts as he thrusts in and out of them
like he's going to fuck my tits silly with that thing of his.

A shot of moisture strikes my lips. I fall
back in my shock and get coated.

My hand stretches out and is splattered.

Back arched, my tits receive a gooey splurge
straight down the right breast. The warmth of his juices is the
fountain down on me, dirtying my clothes and making me stank with
man seed, is ridiculously arousing. I was going to ask him to cum
on me later, one of the greater pleasures of my sex life, I assure
you, but if he's going to give me his little white presents early,
I don't mind.

When he's finally blown everything he's got
on my tits, I crawl forward and bring his dick out over my lips, my
head tilted back so I can look into his eyes as I milk the very
last remaining drop of cum from his still hard cock. It drips down
on my tongue, salty and gorgeous in flavor, and I polish the end of
the eye hole where it came from cleaner than when he washed it this
morning.

He moans and his dick jerks powerfully. I
nearly loose it from my grip.

“That was---”

I'm thrown around on my stomach rather
forcefully and pushed to the polished wooden floor. His hands tear
at my tight pink shorts and tear them straight down the crotch. My
panties are ripped out through the tear and thrown to the polished
floor of my apartment. I stare at them as my wetness flows out to
the wood below me.

“FUCK – PUSSY!”

Seems I drove him wild. This isn't the first
time that this has happened. I reach back over my round, big booty
ass and spread my pussy lips with a naughty, slightly embarrassing
squelch.

“Gates are open, honey. Don't be
gentle.”

His hands grope my butt painfully. Several
spanks has me crying out loudly.

Jack fists his hard cock violently then rams
it straight into my pussy without a single hint of mercy given. I'm
a little tight so it stings, but that is nothing compared to the
pleasure in which I experience as he rabidly pounds his dick into
my pussy.

“Ahhh!” I whine.

I watch him in the long mirror that I use to
check my appearance before leaving home. Jack's mouth is wide open,
but no sound comes out. Sweat trickles down from his brow as he
rams his dick deeper and deeper into my pussy from behind. His hips
are a vicious rolling attack on my rear. Every slapping punch is a
step closer to pleasure for both of us. His strong frame, still
clothed mostly, shows some incredible endurance. 5 minutes by the
clock ticking on the wall pass before I cum.

“Muffiiiinnnn...”

Weirdest thing I've ever called out during
sex, but, fuck me, if that orgasm wasn't like popping one's tongue
into the sweet center of a caramel muffin and slurping out the
rich, warm goo inside then I don't know what to call it.

He yanks out and splatters my back in white.
It dribbles down to pool on my spine and is warm and stank in a
good way.

We lie at rest. Bodies pressed to each
other's, breathing for the first time in a fair while.

“You want those muffins now?”

I wave at the bag and he delivers. We eat
them, fuck again and then it stops raining. I chuckle to myself as
I watch him hustle down the wet street from the window, a little
late for his dinner. Tomorrow, it's going to pour down according to
the weather report. I'll be sure to have another delivery then.
That was some damn good muffins.

Horny rainy days... that title holds
an ounce of truth. You can see it in their eyes, in the way they
walk, in how they talk and smirk at each other knowingly. People
get horny when it rains. It wouldn't even surprise me if erotic
book sales went up on rainy weekends. Not because people have less
to do and want to snuggle up with a naughty read, but because some
part of us yearns for a little kink when the rain is pouring down
outside.

Food for thought.

Much love,

Sophie Sin

Early October 2015

Seducing My Friend's Mum

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So long have I lusted after my friend's mum that it has
become an obsession. Now as a man I once more sit in her kitchen as
I used to with a steaming cup of coffee warming my hands and her
steaming visage in my eyes. I'm going to admit it. I know this.
Today things will change between my MILF and me.
Maybe...

Introduction To
Seducing My Friend's Mum

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gorgeous middle and starts off vague but alluring. Not too bad for
2000 words.

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romanced or ruled in this one. A pervert goes after some university
girls in a time long by. It's outrageous and likely like nothing
you've ever read before. The whole thing is written as a letter to
the reader, so even there you'll find a point of difference from
what you might have seen elsewhere. We hope you'll enjoy
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“I can't believe that you've grown so
big.”

I throw a bicep curl and smile widely and
say, “I've been working out.”

Her hands are all over me.

“You certainly have.”

Mrs. Cherry glances downward somewhat, “I
can't believe that you are the same Michael that Thomas used to
beat in wrestling all the time.”

“I'm sure I could beat him now,” I say. “By
the way where is he?”

She turns and peeks out the window to the
backyard and shrugs.

“He disappears a lot. I think he has a
girlfriend.”

“He's at that age.”

Her eyes turn to mine.

“So are you.”

“Me? Not yet. I'm waiting for that special
girl.”

Her elbow comes out and nudges me in the
ribs a few times, “And how many girls have been special to you in
the meantime.”

I smirk.

“A few. But there's one that I always
wanted, but never could quite get the guts up to tell her how I
felt.”

“Oh? Who?”

I shrug. “Just a girl. She's too old for me
anyway.”

“Love doesn't know age.”

My eyebrows go up. “Sure,” I say, taking a
long look around the kitchen then settling on her soft brown eyes
that are slightly hidden by her blond bangs. “Bet the neighbors
would love that.”

Her laughter is delicious.

“We old ladies do need something to talk
about.”

“Sure do.”

I sit down at the breakfast bar and sip my
coffee.

“How are you and Ted?”

Her frown surprises me.

“He left.”

“Left?”

“Two months ago. It's been hard. He was the
third guy we've had through the house. I hate to think what Thomas
thinks of it.”