In the Arms of an Angel

It took every caressful second of the evening and dimly lit night. He cried, she listened. She spoke, he cherished.

As the music quieted to songs without tone and only depth, they sat up facing each other, gazing into something they never really knew existed. "Hold me," she said, speaking the simplest of her soul's truth.

Widening his eyes to encompass her entire being took more than a second, but he chose not to move in that instant. Wanting to show her what he saw that had made him cry, made him move, made him die, and made him reborne that night, he raised his right hand. He moved it slowly towards the left side of her chest, but it stopped just short of touching her. Still moving slowly, it turned sideways and moved in a scooping motion and then retracted to a slightly cupped palm facing upwards, as though it was holding something delicate.

With equal grace, his other hand moved over and gently rested on top of the other, also cupped. Pulling them back together, he lowered his lips and rested them close to the base of his two hands. Like a gate parting, the fingertips of his two hands moved apart, almost spout-like. Aiming carefully for the top of her head, he began to blow, slowly moving down her body as though he was holding some kind of magic dust.

Spreading his hands apart, as he had soon reached the bottom of her in that single breath, he almost seemed to look at her in a renewed light. Wrapping one hand around her back and another tucked under her smooth buttocks, he pulled her close to him in such a way that not a single part of their bodies could be missed. He wrapped his arms around her and nestled his head against her shoulder and soft cheek.

What mattered was not that they touched everywhere in that moment, but simply that he was holding her...and she was there.


How to Have an Orgasm (Masturbation)

One of the first discoveries I made after moving to New York City was a unique little boutique on the East Side catering to the erotic needs of women. A Garden of Sexual delights, the shop was filled with literature on female sensuality, erotic art work, an unbelievable array of vibrators and sex toy "goodies" selected with the pleasure of the female body in mind. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable, not the self-consciousness felt at venturing into some porno bookstores.

Here there was a calm acknowledgement that women do indeed want to explore their sexual drives and urging with all the accoutrements usually reserved for males.

A showcase held several items with which I was happily familiar: phallic-shaped vibrators in different sizes, vibrating "eggs" and gold-plated ben-wa balls ornately offered on velvet cushions. What riveted my attention was a device I'd never seen before: a soft plastic cup slightly smaller than my palm, with a soft nub lined with shallow grooves on the concave side. A pair of elastic straps were attached to the edges, and an insulated wire led to a black plastic battery case, a little larger than a cigarette lighter. With the casualness of a salesgirl at Sacks Fifth Avenue, the young woman behind the counter showed me the intriguing device.

"It's called Joni's Butterfly," she said, explaining how the straps went around a woman's hips and held the vibrating nub snug against the outer folds of the vagina. It didn't penetrate at all; it wasn't designed to. "That's why the woman who invented it called it a Butterfly. The sensation is like a butterfly lightly brushing its wings against you. The straps hold it in place, leaving your hands totally free." She went on to describe how the device could be worn undetected beneath ordinary clothing.

My mind was racing with the possibilities. A gentle, feminine vibrator that could continually arouse me even when I was out in public, and so discreetly designed that no one could tell I was wearing it. The stirring of lust between my legs flashed a quick message to my brain-Gimme! When I got home with my erotic purchase I stripped myself naked before unwrapping the device. The flat elastic straps went round my waist just over the hip bones, suspending the cup between my legs.

After a few adjustments to tighten and position the harness, the grooved nub pressed delicately against the outer folds of my labia. It fit the contours of my body perfectly, making me grateful to the innovative woman who'd concocted such a delightful device. Inspecting myself in the full-length mirror, I was amazed to see how well it adhered to my shape. It might have been custom-designed just to fit me, to be a part of me.

The big moment came when I took the slender control case in my hand and, tensing a little in anticipation, switched it on. The hum was almost inaudible, and the sensation wickedly sensual. The soft, grooved nub warmed to my body and began delicate, feather-like caress of my sex; massaging, urging, playing with my most intimate spot.

Holding my breath and moaning slightly as the marvelous feeling drove against me, I felt pleasure stirring deeply within me. This was different from anything I'd experienced before. Unlike the phallic vibrator which you had to hold against yourself, or push into the furrow of your sex and then "take it," this gentle little machine gave the sensation of an unhurried, loving caress. It was a lover's warm hand that cupped me between the legs. Instead of entering me, it simply massaged and played with the outer fringes, making me hot and wet by gentle touches, never forcing, never in a hurry.

Contracting my vaginal muscles in response, I felt sweet wetness begin to lubricate my furrow. As I contracted and relaxed the muscles of my vaginal walls and felt the slickness of my juices flow, I thrust my pelvis back and forth, grinding my hips in slow, deliberate circles. The little device nestled tight against my sex all the way, staying with me, never skipping a pulse In the mirror I watched the device follow every move. When I reached down, I felt how hot I'd become. Glistening wetness made a damp nest for the little nub, bathing it in my erotic odor. I could adjust and realign the straps to hold the nub against the lower folds of my labia, or higher up to vibrate directly over my clitoris.

I could position it over my clit when using the device at home, when I could be free to moisten it with my wetness, but under clothes I figured such a constant nudging there might make me sore. I finally decided to strap the vibrating nub directly over the center of my sex, with my clitoris just above the nub. It wouldn't get the direct vibrations when I stood, but by sitting down and shifting my legs just so, I could shift the position slightly enough to knock against my sensuous trigger. It was perfect.

With the constant, light pulsation, my head lolled back and my breaths grew deeper. Fingertips grazed my belly in a sensuous caress.

In the mirror, I could see my nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing my touch. I stumbled across the room and collapsed on the bed. One hand rubbed my breasts while the other ran over my thighs, my hips and belly. The Butterfly nudged me insistently toward erotic delight.

My sex was aching for release, moist with the slickness of my juices, my scent reaching my nostrils and turning me on more. I gasped and writhed on the bed, hands roaming urgently over my body while the vibrating nub worked its magic. Rolling onto my side, I caressed hips and buttocks, down the crease between the cheeks, fingering and rubbing the skin between anus and sex.

Once more supine, I spread my legs and ran my palms along the quivering inside of my thighs, then up over the device, caressing my belly, my navel, up my chest to my breasts, happy that I could fondle my body so freely and still, with every move I made. feel the heady stimulation against my most private part.

I wanted to come without touching myself between the legs, with just the vibrating nub grinding gently against me there pushing me to climax. Hands rubbing my breasts, fingertips patting and feathering the reddened nipples, the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully and uncontrollably. I reached down and clutched the device tightly to my sex, smothering it in my ecstasy. Closing my legs around my hand tightly and rolling over on my side, I shivered in blissful fulfill- ment as the climax shook through my body.

I let out a long. exhausted breath and stayed balled up like that for several minutes, delirious dreamy with contentment. My orgasm had been so natural-so peaceful-and I hadn't put my fingers inside or played with my clitoris as I usually do. That marvelous little nub had rocked me to pleasure, and my hands had been free to arouse, caress and excite the other parts of my body that I loved so much.

The real test would come with clothes on, in public. Could the marvelous little device actually be concealed under my clothes ? I hoped so as I slipped my undies and pantyhose up over it. in the mirror it looked like I had a slightly more prominent mound, but with tight jeans on? Perfection! No one would see a thing. There wouldn't be the slightest suspicion that under my skin-hugging denims my body was availing itself of the most exquisite erotic stimulation.

I slipped the slender battery case into the waistband at the side. It made a small bulge, but with a jacket on nobody would be able to tell it was there.

With my "little friend" settled snug inside my panties. I knew a whole new realm of delight was opening up for me. Many times I've been turned on by everyday occurrences: eyeing attractive men; in a theater watching some provocative love affair on the screen, or daydreaming of a sensuous lover holding and caressing me. Tomes when I'd wanted to touch myself but been unable to do so because others were around me.

Now I had something between my legs that would never let go and would come alive with stimulating vibrations anytime I wanted. I was absolutely thrilled by this liberating realization.

The first test came in a crosstown taxicab. Perched in the back seat, I reached inside my jacket to the waistband of my jeans and switched on the batteries. I'd always worn my jeans fairly tight. with the crotch seam sometimes mildly arousing me when I had lusty thoughts. Now, with their snugness pressing the soft cup against my sex, the sensation was incredible. The pulsations flowed between my legs, urging me gently to lubricate, warming my pleasure, but humming so silently I couldn't even hear the motor.

In a few moments my legs were slightly apart and my mouth opened as I breathed quickly in little gasps at the pleasure on my most vulnerable spot. It was heavenly! The vibrator pulsed and I tensed my vaginal muscles as the cab crept slowly along through the jammed midtown traffic. Pedestrians swarmed past me, unaware that a young lady in their midst was unabashedly pleasuring herself in tho most intimate manner. I fell wickedly, totally sensual.

Crossing my arms, I slipped my right hand inside my jacket and cupped my left breast. The nipple was hard and standing out under my sweater. With thumb and forefinger I teased it gently, twirling its firmness, squirming on the seat as the nub gently churned against my sex. Dampness coated the grooves and I clenched my teeth, breathing through parted lips, inhaling more deeply and quickly, my breasts rising and falling to the tempo.

My legs pressed tightly together while under my jacket I caressed my breast. My breathing got quicker, unsteady, deepening as orgasm came closer and closer. Then I shifted on the seat and felt the delicious stab of pleasure that could only come from my clitoris, aroused and straining, pressed against the tightness of my crotch.

The device shifted slightly when I crossed my legs, and pressed even tighter against me. Dropping all barriers to pleasure, I reveled in sweet orgasm, creaming in ecstatic delight. Every pothole and bump the cab jerked over just added to my moment of pleasure, jostling me on the seat, bouncing me merrily as I swayed with the momentum, breathless in my secret world of pleasure.

By the time the cab reached my destination I was limp, my eyelids heavy in delight, my mouth open slightly as I inhaled slowly and calmly. I'd switched the vibrating nub off after the initial throes of my orgasm had subsided, and had sat like a zombie in the back of the taxi for the last few blocks, amazed and absolutely enthralled by the experience, numb with the pleasure of erotic fulfillment.

Since that first day, my little friend and l have treated ourselves to scintillating pleasures in the most unlikely places: elevators, behind my desk at work, in theaters, at the hairdresser's dozens of places. I've learned how to control my facial expressions and squirming, not letting myself go completely unless I'm sure nobody is watching. Just by activating the device and thinking hot, sexy thoughts, I can go right to the edge of orgasm, experiencing it if I wish, or just deliriously enjoying that happy, turned-on state.

Finally I have found a way to translate my inner lust into something discreetly physical while in public. I can experience beautiful sensual pleasure whenever I desire, loving it, firing all my erotic energies and never being frustrated when those urges stir.

Now, instead of confining sensuality to the privacy of my bed, I'm free to indulge myself anywhere. Even when I'm not wearing my hidden erotic toy I'm still in a much more sensual, provocative state of mind. I feel free, and the whole world is much more stimulating to me now. My new feeling of sensual pleasure and erotic freedom carries my sensuality into every part of my life.



My Erotic Dream

As I took a long slow hot shower with my shower massager I looked forward to my night to come. Using lots of shave gel to make sure I was smooth and soft in all the right places. Next was my favorite shower gel that goes with my perfume, of course as I lathered my clit was already wakening with anticipation. As the bursts of hot water brushed over it I could feel it all the way to my toes. I couldn't help but pause allowing the pulsations to arouse me further. But no, I didn't allow myself the satisfaction of a climax. I wanted to wait, I wanted to want, and I wanted to go to the edge again and again and back. I got out of the shower and even the brush of the towel over my nipples caused a shiver. I smoothed the lotion down my legs in long slow strokes wondering if in a few hours his hands would follow the same path.

Due to distance we had never met. We had exchanged emails several times and talked a few times, now finally we were going to see one another. As I went to my room to dress I was feeling very ready. I dressed with care. The silk lining of my black leather pants felt so sexy sliding against my skin as I pulled them up over my barely there thong. I smiled as I pulled the soft deep red sweater over my head and noticed that my black lace bra did little to contain my hardened nipples. The gold necklace with the drop that ended right at the top of my cleavage looked nice against my dark tan. My black boots were the finishing touch.

My mind wandered to many different possibilities to come as I drove to the restaurant. Spotting him wasn't hard when I arrived, though he looked even better than he did in his pictures. He smiled this sly knowing smile and the sparkle in his eyes brightens even more as he slowly looked me over from head to toe. As he reached me we greeted each other with a soft slow slide of lips to lips, then laughed and hugged. As we ate dinner our conversation came like we had known each other for a long time. We laughed and flirted over drinks. When the band started in the bar area we moved and spent the next hour or so dancing. Every move I made seemed to make me hungrier for him. The silk against my skin under the tight ass of my pants felt amazing. During slow dancing we nibbled at each others lips. His hands seemed to flow up and down my sides, thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts then down to cup my ass. With just a look we decided it was time to go to our room. He lit candles and turned on music. I heard his breath catch as he eyed my ass in the tight leather pants when I turned my back to him to bend over and unzip my boots. He came up behind me and ran his hands around to cup my breasts as I stood up. I could feel his hard **** pressing neatly into the crack of my ass. He nuzzled and nibbled my neck as he slowly slid the sweater up to remove it. I couldn't hold back my moan of desire as he unhooked my bra and every so lightly grazed the underside of my tits. My nipples were aching to be touched but he didn't appease them but glided his hands down my stomach to unhook my pants. The silk sliding down my hips was replaced by feather lite flicks of his tongue. My knees almost buckled as he ran his tongue and hot breath along the bottom of my hips. He stood and I turned into him hungry for the feel of skin against skin as I removed his shirt. The light dusting of chest hair over his chest teased my nipples. Our lips met in a deep kiss. Tongues dancing, flicking, exploring, hands moving, gliding over each other in our quest for satisfaction.

He suddenly gripped each of my wrists in his hands and withdrew from the kiss. In his deep voice he told me to listen to him. He told me to get on the bed and lie down. The sheets felt cool against the heat my skin. He stood at the side of the bed slowly caressing me with his eyes as he removed the rest of his clothes. I couldn't help but notice the drop of pre cum glistening on the end of his hard **** as he removed his pants making my mouth water to taste him. I moved to reach for him and he told me No firmly, you just lie there. He reached to the night stand and picked up a blindfold and a long satin sash, leaned down and nibbled along the edges of my lips and he placed the blindfold around my head. Instantly my every sense was heightened. I smelled the candles, I heard the music playing softly in the background and shivered as I felt the satin of the sash tickle and slide up my legs, when it touched between my knees I couldn't help but spread my legs. The crotch of my thong felt soaked as I felt the sash slide over it. I arched my back feeling ready to explode, slowly the satin slid over my abdomen, up to trace the curve of my tits, circling my nipples. I felt the mattress give as he joined me on the bed. When he moved to lie over me with his **** pressing against my ***** I felt my heart beat in my clit. As he kissed me I could feel his hands above my shoulders doing something but at this point didn't care. He reached and again grasped my wrists; I felt the sash tightening around my wrists. I gasp and shuddered, weather in anticipation or fear I didn't know. Suddenly I felt the cool air hit my skin in full as he moved off of me. I feel the slight pull as my arms move above my head allowing him to tie the sash to the head of the bed.

It's dark beneath the blindfold; I can see nothing as I hear him moving at the bedside. I hear the ice rattle in the glass as he takes a drink and I lick my lips. He gently lifts my head placing the glass to my lips giving me a sip, as the cold drink slides down my throat I almost scream as he takes a nipple in his mouth with the cold liquid still in his mouth. The heat of his tongue alternates with a small piece of ice dancing around my nipple as he lightly rolls the other nipple between his fingers. I struggle to get a good breath as he again places cold drink in his mouth and trades to treat my other breast. He moves down my body with a piece of ice in his mouth, nibbling, licking then not touching at all. I whimper as I wait for the next touch and say Please!

I hear him chuckle and say please what my sweet? I reply please, please touch me. I hold my breath waiting, listening, wondering when and where the next assault will be. My breathing stops and it feels as if my heart beat skips as without a touch I feel his hot breath suddenly poised above the crotch of my thong. I pull against the sash binding my hands as at the same time I am glad it is anchoring me or surely I would explode and fly away into pieces. My back arches again as I feel his teeth scrape against my hip bone as he takes the side of my thong in his teeth, sliding his fingers under the other side. He slowly slides them down, as they come away from my smooth mound I feel as if the moisture from my ***** slides down between the cheeks of my ass. I no longer feel his fingers or teeth only feel the thong being pulled down my legs. As they come off my feet I gasp again as he suddenly suckles the inner arch of my foot. He grasps my ankle to keep me from pulling my foot away from the sweet torture. Then he is gone again. No touch. No feeling. Oh my god I will die unless he touches me. I listen intently as I hear him moving around the room, trying to picture what he's doing. My heart slows a little and I think OH yes as I hear a condom wrapper ripping. I picture him rolling the condom over his hard **** as he looks at me and am so ready to explode that the thought of him filling me is almost enough to cause me to cum. The mattress shifts as he returns to the bed.

My legs spread without the thought of doing it. The only thing in my head is yes, yes please fill me up. He takes my ankle in his hand lifting my leg to place it on his shoulder. I pull against the sash as he very lightly runs his fingertips from the curve of my hip up the back of my thigh. I'm spread, I'm open, and I'm dripping waiting on his thrust. I can feel his eyes on my ***** when he lowers himself to suck the inside of my leg. I thrust my hips up in reaction. He moves his other hand and traces his fingertip along my ass crack up, up closer to my wet center, then reverses sliding his fingertip wet with my juices back down to circle it around my asshole. I shudder and gasp. He spreads his hand placing his palm under my butt. Alternating slow firm licks with light tongue tip flickers along my inner thigh. He grasps one side of my vulva lips between his lips, gently sucking, sliding his mouth higher towards my clit, and then releases it. He then sucks the opposite side of my vulva into his mouth. Again sucking his way higher, my clit tingles, throbs, waiting for his touch, I strain towards his mouth. Huuuuuuuuussss oh, oh god as he flicks my clit with his tongue tip. And it's gone. I shudder; all I can do is think PLEASEEEEEEEE when I feel a fingertip slowly sliding around the opening of my *****. I strain, I lift my hips as I try to get more, more inside me. He very very slowly until I want to scream slides his finger in me. I can feel my walls grasping, pulling trying to draw him in when he finally complies. My breathing stops again when he sucks my clit into his mouth. He begins a slow steady beat with his mouth and hand in time. Sliding the finger in, sucking and nibbling my clit, he adds another finger. My hips respond keeping time, then moving faster urging him on. Instead he slows. I will die; I moan and wiggle to no avail. He freezes, not moving until I'm still and panting. When he slowly slides his fingers back slightly then curves a fingertip inside me up. Rotating it, rubbing, small steady little circles on my inner wall, I buck as he finds my G-spot and gasp as he places a finger from his other hand on my clit. I shudder, whimpering as he moves the 2 fingers in time. Steadily circling, sliding, pressing until I shudder and shatter into a million pieces. He stops and freezes. When my breathing begins to return somewhat towards normal he moves his finger from my clit and slowly pulls his finger from inside me causing another round of shudders over my whole body. Leans down and kisses me deeply, I suck his tongue into my mouth wanting to take him in him. He lifts my other leg to his shoulder and moves forward, I feel the head of his **** opening me. He eases in slowly as I strain up, grasping, trying, begging for more but he takes his time. It seems to take hours when finally I feel the head of his **** in the deepest part of me, throbbing. It only takes one small rotation of his hips to again rack me with shudders. As they subside he withdraws to just the tip and suddenly thrusts hard and deep, I can't help but moan and whimper as we gain our rhythm. Stroking, thrusting, straining over and over, hard and fast until I feel his **** throbbing, pulsing, exploding inside me. He groans and we both explode at the same time.

Submitted By - Anonymous



A wild thought this evening, to share our afternoon delight with you

We put up our macrame hammock, that's been sitting in the box in the cellar for over a year. "Why- I asked over time have we not used this"? "Time was just not right, you said" so in the box it stayed till today. When you went into the house to get your strat. Guitar to play later with some cool drinks, I tried to lug it out of the cellar and put it up for our relaxation. We set it up together between the trees nice and tight, as not to ever fall. You pulled out your Strat. Guitar and played for hours to the sweet tune of Stormy Monday and slow ballads on this cool breezy day, what pretty tunes you shared in ears distance to anyone around. I laid back for awhile and enjoyed the attention at that moment. Sipping on my tall cold glass of ice-tea filled with many ice cubes. I kept circling the ice with my tongue, while you played for me. The excitement started building up between my groin, the more I saw your expressions turn coyly in my direction. Remember- how I sat up and reached over to touch your arm and started circling your ear with the tip of my finger, You had a hard time concentrating. You were so sweet trying to follow your own rhythm while I followed my own. I parted my legs apart and flicked my sandals off nonchalantly, you smiled and kept on playing.

I thought to myself "how long will he put up with my teasing" and I found out, (Boy did I find out). I slid my foot up your pant leg and up your leg to your crotch, you wrestled somewhat under the touch to part and get comfortable. I whispered that you don't sit down and you didn't. As I parted my legs further apart, your mouth gaped wide open for you saw my moist gem glistening, with the thought of you and your attempts later.

The way you played so fast and furious and flicked on those strings, took my breath away and I felt myself shudder with total astonishment within. My heart palpitated and I quivered inside knowing I almost had you. Took alittle longer than I wanted but, you were worth the wait as usual. That slow build your so accustomed to; you had to put on me again didn't you, it was just mind blowing.

When you slid your guitar down by the tree, I knew I had you in my grasp. I took the ice from my glass and brought it to our mouths you shocked me, when I felt it fall into my blouse. As you reached in so tenderly and grabbed my breast, I felt the ice melt gingerly down to my belly.

I was so hot for you and you knew and you held me back, I was feeling crazy love at that moment. You unbuttoned my white blouse and let it drop to the ground. I looked around hoping no one was watching then thinking, what the hell as you laid me down. We are in one of those moments, I'm not holding back; Is all I could think of at that moment. You started planting tiny kisses around my ears and down my neck, I felt the earth move. As we kissed and played tongue hockey in ruthless ecstasy. I felt transported in another time and place, within my mind. You brought me to fits of rapture beyond my belief. I wanted you so badly, remember how you put your finger to my lips and kissed my forehead so sweetly. Telling me to relax and enjoy the feelings you wanted to capture, I felt bewitched by your charm. Your chest leaning in on mine and you used you legs to spread mine further, I tenderly unzipped you and let your manhood breathe.

When we heard that noise of clanging bells, do you remember what you said, you said "I love you Babe, but I hear kids on bikes, and it sounds like the clanging is drifting away aimlessly I think". I looked to the left and saw nothing and we kissed again passionatly and frantically, you started protruding once again, up against me as you started grinning.

I'll let you wonder if the bikes made any difference or if we ever heard them again.... I'll tell you, it was another day I won't forget as Summer noises approaches with all her glory.   Send me a message!

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