Joy Trail Raven Raley

It is now late Sunday night and the weekend is over and what
a weekend it had been. I had meet Kelli a few months ago and she
had warned me that she has been working on a project that was
really bazaar and had asked if I would consider helping her if
she needed any help. Kelli is a very beautiful girl..somwhat
into the western style.. jeans, boots, etc.. she is also a stout
built woman.. 5′4″ around 135 pounds.. long black hair that
reaches her hips, oh yes and her age is around 25. Tho we have
only had sex 4 times.. it has been fantastic each time and
somewhat conventional (at least to my standards and up until this
weekend).
Kelli called me at work Friday and asked if I could help her
with some chores around the barn this weekend and explained that
there would be plenty of time for some fun. “Just bring a few
things and plan on staying here until work Monday” she said
playfully. “Sounds good to me” I replied “see ya ’round 7:00″. (more…)

My first wife,Betty,was what you’d call a nice girl–pretty,honey-blonde,
soft-spoken,dependable,reserved.Our love life wasn’t much though…not what
I’d hoped for when we got married.She seemed to have inhibitions about any
but the most “normal” sex acts,and I couldn’t get a handle on them.However,
sometimes she seemed to hesitate before saying no,and I eventually persuaded
her to tell me why.
It turned out that she’d had fantasies about doing all sorts of things,but
out of guilt she’d always envisioned them as happening to an alter ego who
she called Nita.”Nita is a bad girl”,she told me.
“Well..couldn’t you be Nita for me in bed?” I asked her.
She shook her head.”I’d still know I’m Betty”,she said.I thought about that. (more…)

It had been months since I had seen him. Three months to be exact,
three months of loneliness and frustration of the emotional and
sexual kind. The intensely sexual kind. Three months of becoming
literally a mistress of the art of masturbation and self-pleasuring.
Three months of experience which I couldn’t wait to share with Brian.

These were the thoughts that filtered through the sleepiness of my
jet-lagged brain as I stared out the tiny fiberglass window of the
plane. Not that there was anything to see but the fluffy whiteness
of clouds, so there was no view to distract me from my contemplation.
And considering the reunion soon to be at hand, I could think of
little else but finally ending three months worth of gruelling
celibacy. (more…)

The time was 3:15, and the last guest has just left our New Year’s Eve party.
Although the place is a mess, we are very happy because the party went so
well. Also, we know that now we have our own personal celebration to look
forward to. After all, we have to start off the new year right!!!

I take you by the hand into the bedroom; our shadows dancing in the candle’s
glow. We sit down on the edge of the bed, next to the icebucket & champagne I
strategically placed earlier in the evening. I pour us both a glass, and we
sip on the champagne as we look into each other’s eyes. Slowly we come to
each other and join in a soft kiss; the bubbles from the champagne tickling
our tongues as we meet. Our hands gently caress each other as we kiss deeply
and passionately. My hands find your breasts, and feel your nipples poking
through your blouse. I start to massage your breasts, and I can tell by your
beating heart that you wish me to continue.

By now we have broken our kiss, and I begin to kiss your neck, biting gently
as I go. You tilt your head back and allow me full access to your neck, and I
am more than happy to oblige. I make my way up to your ear, and softly nibble
on your lobe. You feel my warm breath in your ear as I lightly trace your
outer ear with my tongue. Your soft sigh confirms that you are pleased.

My hands in the meantime have also been quite busy. I grab the bottom of
your blouse & begin to pull it over your head. As I slowly raise it the
fabric rubs against your pert nipples, sending shivers through your body. I
pause my kissing of your neck long enough to get the blouse over your head,
and also to get a view of your firm breasts in the soft candlelight. My
shadow rests between them, and I know that soon I will be there also. (more…)

I lay on the couch, my head in his lap. Staring up at him I realize how
lucky I am to be where I am. He slowly and absentmindedly plays with my
dark hair as he sits entranced by the movie we rented. All I can
think of his how wonderful he looks. His deep green eyes and soft white
skin. How his lean frame looks as he stands under the running water of
a hot shower in the morning. How his light brown hair stands on end in the
when he drags himself out of bed, awakened by an obnoxious alarm clock.

I think…I can’t wait until the movie is over. Maybe I’ll get up and
draw a hot bubble bath so it’s ready. Not sure I can move, his
carressing has put me in such a deep state of relaxation. My mind
starts to wander again. The bath will be nice. He will blow bubbles in
my face and I will lean back against him so my bottom rests in between
his legs. Maybe he will wash my hair and back, or maybe we’ll just relax
and listen to the soft music in the background. The candle will start
to flicker, reminding us that we really should go to bed for we have a
full day ahead of us. (more…)

“Oh babe, what a magnificent cock you have. That was better
than I ever imagined it could be.”

“What do you mean, better than you imagined it could be?”

“I thought that was clear enough”

“You mean you never…”

“Never what, you mean…fucked in the ASS…or fucked in the
ass by YOU?”

“Well I guess you have ass fucked before, so you must mean
me, right?”

“That’s very presumptuous of yourself, to think that hard
cock still twitching in my ass is that good.”

“Then this WAS your first?”

“Yeah, and boy did it…you, live up to expectations.”

“Well to tell the truth it was my first time too.”

“No, don’t bull shit me. The way you slipped it in, so
smooth and gentle. I was ready for the fucking of my rosy little
anus. Fred told me you were well hung.”

“Fred? And what else has he told you about me?”

“Oh, let’s just say, more than enough, if this performance
was any indication.”

“God, your ass is tight and so…so sleek…I think I could
get hard again just looking at it. Not to mention the fact your
tight little hole still has a death grip on it.” (more…)

I could feel her warmth slide around me, at first uncertain of the long-
awaited intrusion but then opening eagerly to my faster strokes. The sound
of us, of our bodies, mixed with the rain now beginning to fall outside,
the thunder every moment coming closer. I could feel her begin to lose
control of her emotions, to open herself to pure pleasure, and my intensity
increased as the same time, rocking harder and breathing deeply as she rode
up and down me, tightening her inner muscles as I retracted and loosening
as I re-entered each time. Finally the outside world became immaterial,
the TV, the apartment, the rain, and we exploded together there on the
living room floor, abruptly lessening the pace and returning to stillness.

“Hold on a second, I gotta close the windows.” she said.

We rolled off the couch onto the floor, pushing the makeshift coffee table
out of the way and laughing as the beer cans rolled across the room,
rocking our bodies together in unison, her breasts in my hands and her
hands searching my back, my arms, my chest. A rumble of thunder sounded in
the distance as the wind picked up, signs of an upcoming storm. I writhed
with her, feeling the warmth of her clit as she rocked against my fingers,
the tiredness of her face overcome with pleasure, a smile appearing on sad
lips. Ellen grabbed me and pulled me close, insistent upon immediate
satisfaction, begging me with her eyes and pushing her hips against mine.

A quick motion and she removed my shirt, leaving my work-tired chest bare
to the room, kissing me down my neck and then holding me tight. Her blond
hair fell against the cushion behind her, spreading out broadly and
contrasting with the darkness of the room. With her help we removed her
shirt and tank-top bra, leaving two small round breasts for my attentions.
She too had worked most of the afternoon and night, and our worn bodies
ached for release, for an excuse to be tired and dirty. I alternately
kissed her and ran my fingers across her stomach, teasing toward her
breasts until finally catching them with my mouth, one by one, adoring and
worshiping her with every motion.

Our pants huddled together in one little mass at the foot of the sofa,
liberating our bodies and letting the sexual tension build higher. She
rolled me over onto my back and moved to the floor, deftly taking me into
her mouth and edging me slowly on, the black and white images of the TV
reflecting on the ceiling and across her smooth back. I wanted her, wanted
her next to me, holding me, pushing me, being tough and charming. She was
strong, in control of the situation and I was being controlled by her
desires, her breasts heaving with her respiration and her legs slowly
beginning to shake from excitement.

Her apartment was old and small, up on the third floor, all the windows
open and the breeze blowing through the broken screens. She went off to
the kitchen for the beer she had promised me as I settled down into the
couch, feeling the decades of life that the apartment had seen, the stains
on the wall from previous occupants and the scars in the hardwood floor
from long ago. Ellen turned on the TV and sat down next to me, a six-pack
in hand, kicking off her shoes and leaning to my shoulder. Some old serial
was playing on the tube, black and white images reflecting off the few
things she had in the room, as her hair moved with the summer wind.

I put an arm around her as she pushed up even closer to me, holding her
tightly and feeling her body move with every breath. She was watching the
television half-heartedly, her legs curled up under her like a small child.
After a few minutes of silence she looked up at me and for the first time I
noticed her intense blue eyes. She glanced down to her cigarette and after
taking a long drag put it out and looked up at me, her pouty lips betraying
her inner emotions. I reached down for her leg and felt her quiver with my
touch, move even closer to me as we kissed, at first tentatively and
quickly with force. I pushed her back and she grabbed me, running her
hands up and down my back as we rubbed our bodies together.