Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four

... think of you even more.” “Take your clip the next time you go to San Francisco; wear it on your balcony. If anyone sees you and asks about it, tell them it was a gift from your lover to honor the best sex you have ever had.” Laura’s face glowed, “I will find someone to show it to; I’ll call out if I must.” “I want you to . . . . Are you ready to have your ass . . .” They laughed at each other for having the same desire. “Yes, as soon as we finish the glass I want you to fuck my ass. Flip a coin, heads you get once, tails you get my tail a second time. I hope it comes up tails.” “Let’s go to the bedroom.” Within minutes, Laura was on the bed, bottom up, and Greg was behind preparing her behind for taking. “Use a condom this time; I want to save you.” “Ahhhh . . . Yessss, just like that. Take me. I miss you when I am at BL; I miss you, I miss your big hard cock, I miss the way you fuck me so well.” Greg reached around from behind and wrenched nipples in a hard twist as he drove the last few inches of cock deep inside Laura’s ass. Laura screamed her sex song at a high pitch. Greg matched her chants with strong thrusts. He had already cum four times during the day; with a rubber as insulation and four loads behind he knew he could fuck almost forever. Neither could move, barely speak and breathe, a half hour later when number five finally splashed into the tip of latex. “Did I say something about two for tails? I am exhausted, no more; I don’t think I can take any more. I am ...

... fucked out and you did it.” Greg simply licked along Laura’s spine; he was too tired at the moment to even think of responding. He cupped her sex, licked her spine, and nestled his weary head against her back. They fell into a sleep of sexed satisfaction; Laura revived first and removed the used condom, tied it off and put it aside, before heading to the bathroom to cleanse herself. > > > > - - Artsy was almost finished dressing Dan for the opening that evening and decided they had time to stop for a drink and a snack. “I hope you have a good leather jacket that will go with what you are wearing, otherwise you will get cold tonight.” “My stylist should have thought of that earlier in the day.” “Artists have to learn to suffer for their art.” “You’re the artist, not me.” “I have you to suffer for me; why do think I keep you around?” “Love?” “Let’s go to Gilly’s” “I’m going to introduce you to a new artist tonight; new to you, she is quite established.” “Okay, a lady?” “Most wouldn’t use that label, feminist might be more appropriate.” “Okay, is she a dedicated lesbian feminist who hates all things male?” Artsy drank from her beer mug and ate a bite of her burger while considering Dan’s question. “Yes to the first part of your question, she is a dedicated lesbian. She has never shown even a hint of bisexuality around me. As to the second part, about men, let’s say she is skeptical, but open minded.” “Why do you want me to meet her in particular?” “She does some avant-garde work ...