The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of Will and Anne - part 1

By way of a prelude to an epic tale of love Dear friends, the story I now have to tell A tale of happy events that happened not too long ago, Concerns a pair of lovers, Will and Anne by name. Here you will read of their carnal passion, hot fucking, And erotic fantasies fulfilled. Through my words You will see them, insatiable in mutual desire, Rise to even greater heights of lust, arousal doubled, And redoubled, discovering for the first time, the thrill, The excitement of watching and being watched, Shared pleasure, and voyeuristic delight. Will was long in tooth, retired for many years now, But still active, not content to vegetate at home. Bald of head, and grizzled, rough bearded, yet still handsome, Or so Anne would have you believe, if she could tell, Long of limbs he was, standing six feet tall, still slim And fit, well muscled for his age, careful of his health. Active in imagination he was, delighting in words, Intrigued to try something new, to reveal a latent talent For writing stories, explicit and yet loving, Exploring fantasies of sex, tales of two or more Indulging their deepest longings, orgasmic delight their goal. No simpering teen, Anne was in her prime, so beautiful, Skin pale like alabaster, raven haired, and eyes like pools of liquid ink, With smile to melt the hardest heart, and lips That all men would desire to kiss, soft and welcoming. Petite of form, barely five feet tall, and an inch or two, Shapely of figure, with softly rounded breasts, Small ...

... waisted, and below, gently swelling hips, Her bottom full, just right to hold and squeeze. No writer she, but an avid reader of other's words, Happy to encourage, a generous commentator, And one whose libido, long constrained by dull convention Found sweet release in company with new friends Into fresh worlds of masturbatory bliss. Their story began through that modern miracle The internet, meeting by chance in virtual space, Or was it chance, what followed would suggest otherwise, I leave you to judge, to them it seemed much more like fate. The site was one where like minded men and women Of erotic inclination, could meet to exchange stories, Sexually arousing in content, and a place perhaps To find love, to flirt, and to fuck if the fancy took them so. Lush Stories it was called, you may have heard its name, Even dallied there a while, or found someone to fly with you To ecstasy, in sessions of mutual desire and satisfaction. Many are the reasons that they come, To escape from dull lives, unfulfilled longings, Sexual frustration, or just for sheer excitement, who can say, But in this place they could play, beyond the judgement Of so-called polite society, trapped in respectability, Self denial merely for the sake of appearances, Inhibited by fear of prurient tongues. Describing how the meeting of our hero and heroine first came about But to return to our lovers, the true subject of my tale, To Will and Anne, and their great epic love. Their first meeting, as I recall, had come ...