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long dark blue nightgown made of lace. Soft music is playing, and there are rose petals on the bed. I look at you, wondering
     if you get my hint that I want to make passionate love to you. You pour wine into each of our glasses, walk slowly to me,
     kiss my cheek, and hand me a glass. After we’ve both had a few sips, you set the wineglasses down, put your hands around my
     face and kiss me with passion. Totally taken by the moment, I take your shirt off and rub my hands up and down you.
    You pick me up and lay me down gently on the bed. You take off my nightgown, so all of me is within reach of your hands. You
     begin kissing my neck, then move down to my breasts. When you get to my thighs, chills are running all through my body. You
     flick my clit with your tongue, which is pure arousal for me. I let out a soft moan.
    You kiss your way back up my body, and we embrace, indulging in a long erotic kiss. I roll you over on your back, remove the
     rest of your clothes, and kiss and nibble your body. I grab your hard cock in my hand and stroke it. I take the head in my
     mouth and caress it with my tongue and lips.
    I work my way back up to your lips. After we kiss romantically, I tell you to take me into the bathroom. You pick me up and
     carry me there. Candles light the room, and the bath is filled with bubbles. You set me in the water, then join me. I climb
     on top of you, slip your hard-on in my pussy and massage it with my “other” lips. Your hands move all over me.
    It feels so good that I dig my nails into your back. I grab your face and kiss you with everything I have left. I ride you
     harder and faster. I know you want to come but are holding off. I climb off you, and we both get on our knees, with me facing
     away from you, leaning over the edge of the tub. You slide your cock in my ass. As you thrust in me, I grab the waterproof
     dildo and slide it in my pussy. The vibration makes you pound me harder until you explode.
    You slip out of me and kiss me. Then I finish washing you. I whisper in your ear, “Baby, the night has only begun.” We get
     out of the tub, slip on our robes, and resume work on that lovely bottle of wine.
    —
S.H., Victoria, British Columbia
     

Facing a Long Car Ride, What Can You Do to Pass the Time?
    A good friend and I went into town one day to shop and do some errands. It took us a half-hour just to get there, since we
     live in the country. We were the type of friends you could call “friends with benefits.” We fooled around with each other
     and sent each other pictures and videos of us masturbating. We always talked dirty to each other, if we were just joking around
     or if we were being serious. And I loved it. It always got my pussy wet and his cock throbbing. It drove both of us crazy,
     and we knew it.
    While I drove, he got to talking about our past experiences, remembering how on one occasion my pussy smelled and tasted really
     sweet. A tingly feeling came over my entire body. He had his hand on my thigh, moving closer to my most inner part, between
     my legs. He rubbed my thigh, and while he told me every detail of his naughty and dirty thoughts, my jeans became damp in
     the center. My outer lips were swollen, the whole area throbbed, and my clit hardened.
    The half-hour trip was a little longer than usual, as we teased each other for over an hour. He would pull out his hard dick
     and stroke it in front of me. With every stroke, clear come puddled at the tip of his head. As much as I tried to focus on
     driving, I couldn’t help but watch. Jesus, I wanted him!
    At every red light I found myself leaning my head into his lap to suck the come off his cock. Just watching him play with
     himself and listening to him say sexual things turned me on to where I could have came without him touching me.
    It got to be around lunchtime, so we stopped at a burger joint. He said he wanted to sit somewhere where he could play with
     my pussy under the table. Instead,