Her legs fell open then, spread again for me, inviting me. I looked up at her to meet her gaze. Her lips were swollen from our kisses, and her cheeks were flushed not from embarrassment now, but from desire. As I put kisses over her hips, my fingers pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. They felt damp and I let out a moan into one of my kisses. Her back arched a little, and she tilted her head back as my fingers plunged into her slick slit. She was drippy, leaking out sweet juices. She watched as my kisses went lower, I bit her inner thigh, then kissed her pussy. I could feel such intense heat on my mouth, and she pushed her hips forward more. I watched her as my tongue licked over her smooth skin, my hand rested just above her clit, stroking a small amount of groomed fuzz.

My thumb brushed over her hood, exposing her clit, hard and red. A gutteral moan excaped her lungs when the flat of my tongue licked up between her lips, slowly. I slurped at her moisture, and brushed her clit again and again with my thumb. My tongue penetrated her wanting hole and she groaned again. Her fingers were tangled in my hair again, encouraging me. I watched her bite her lip, and suck in her breaths. I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips. I released it, and put two of my fingers up into her. I felt her tighten, and begin grinding on my fingers. My tongue was slow, and using the flat of my tongue, I let her ride and grind on my mouth and fingers as we both climbed to her climax. She was dripping. I was dripping. Her juices coated my chin and the palm of my hand to my wrist. She writhed, and whimpered with every push of my fingers.

She sat up and held onto the chair again. She watched my tongue and mouth work her clit, teasing it, she had liked the slow licking, but was frantically, desperately pushing her cunt onto my lips now. I sucked her clit back into my mouth and moved my tongue side to side over it. She came then, pushing hard to my face. I felt her contractions on my soaked fingers, and heard her cries. I pulled back only when she allowed me. Her hand covered her cunt, shivering, and shaking. I smiled happily up at her and reached for her pants, knowing she was going to want to cover up.

Her lips curled into a sly smile, then her laughter, like bells, rang beautifully as I teased her about her new boyfriend. Her eyes kept darting around like they always did when we teased eachother. We were good friends, we talked about everything when we had our late Sunday brunches, but she was so shy about sex - one of my favorite topics. At least her blushing cheeks said she was shy, but her eyes darting around, looking helplessly for something else to focus on told me that she was excited.

There was a silence, and I loved making her uncomfortable. She squirmed as she took a sip from her mug of tea. Her eyes darted away from me again as she caught my eyes watching her mouth. Her pretty lips. Her tongue slicking accross the bottom one as she put her cup down. It was my turn to smile, not caring. She hadn't told me to stop; the blush was gone, but the excited eyes remained along with a thick sexual tension that dripped like little droplets of sweet sweat.

I uncrossed my legs then and set my cup back on the table. She was watching me, and I let her. I scooted out of my chair and came to her accross the floor on my knees. She was cute. Her hands were holding onto her seat, as if she was going to fall out of it, she knew what I was thinking, and we both giggled as I touched her hand lightly. I rose up onto my knees then then, parting her legs to rest between her thighs. She was uncomfortable then, and I felt her tense. I wanted to kiss that lovely mouth. My hand found one of hers and brought it to my lips. I tasted her skin, which was creamy milky smooth like my own. She watched intently, but kept so very still. She let my lips find the sweet skin on her neck just below her ear and above her beautiful collarbone. I heard her suck in a breath, then let it hiss out. I was still holding her hand, assuring her. Her chest, began to rise and fall a bit faster with her quickening breath. I felt her pulse on my lips, and smirked, when i saw a flicker of a smile accross her lips. My kisses found where my gaze had been, I had kissed up her jaw and cheek to her lips. She was sitting forward now, legs spread, and me on my knees between them. Her hand had come free of mine and she had her fingers intertwined with my long hair. She was kissing me back; our kisses tasted like our chai teas - spicy and sweet and warm. She let my hands massage her upper and inner thighs as our tongues found a rhythm and my hands danced along to it.

I opened my eyes to watch her kissing me when my hands found her button and zipper on her jeans. Surprisingly, she didn't skip a beat. I kissed her harder, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth as she spread her legs wider, then pushed her hips forward to me. She whimpered a little as my hand slipped down the front of her pants, resting on the smooth fabric of her delicate panties. I felt her swollen lips with my fingertips and hardening clit through her panties. Her kisses slowed as her hips started moving. She pushed her cunt into my warm palm.

I sat back on my heels then, and she only opened her eyes, gorgeous long lashes fluttering, when I removed my hand. She looked confused, then smiled shyly. I looked to her jeans, as if to tell her to take them off, and she understood. Suddenly she was back to shy again. She stood in front of me, and as her jeans slipped down over her hips, my hands went up the back of her thighs, smoothing over her sensitive skin confidently. I wanted to taste her. She flung her jeans with one graceful flick of her leg and foot, then sat back down. I uncrossed her legs again then, and moved closer. I bent my head to put kisses on her tummy, kissing the smooth skin between her navel and panties.

I walk into your office as you are speaking on your phone with someone. You smile as I shut the door and walk to you. I catch you look over my waist and hips in my pencil skirt as you talk on the phone. I walk silently to you and put a soft but lingering kiss on the top of your head. Your hand finds my hip and moves with me as i sit against your desk. My legs are between yours, crossed at the ankle and your hand has drifted to the hem of my skirt, your thumb absentmindedly rubbing gently against my thigh.

You are still talking on the phone, but smiling even more as I scoot all the way up onto your desk, with my legs crossed. your legs spread a bit and I put my foot on the little space of your chair between your legs. Your eyes drift down my leg and your hand that was on my hip then my thigh is now caressing the soft skin on the top of my foot that is exposed by my heeled pump. My foot presses a little bit into your crotch and you lose your train of thought on your phone call for a moment. I swallow a giggle as you end your phone call. Your look on your face calls me an asshole teasingly, but your eyes say you love me for teasing you like that.

Both of your hands now are free to slide up my legs to my thighs, and you uncross my legs so that you can stand between them as you kiss me. In standing between my legs, my skirt hikes up a little and my feet find your chair to rest on at first. Your mouth finds mine and you kiss me deeply, and still leaning on one hand on your desk, my other wraps up around your shoulders. Your kiss is hard still, and as you suck on my lower lip, instead of making sound or moaning, my back arches up to you and my legs wrap around the backs of yours.

You smile at what you've done to me when your hand slips up my inner thigh to feel the heat and damp that you have created. "show me," you whisper, and you sit back down in your chair, my feet on either side of you. My legs part more and I play with my panties for you. I pull them up between my smooth lips, then I put them back in place and you can see a wet spot show where my hole has been leaking. I rub over the outline of my lips through the fabric.You stand back up and roughly, you put my hand on your hardening dick in your pants. As I rub the front of your jeans, you correct my hand and make me grab it a bit harder.

You muffle the breath that you suck in by putting your face into my neck. Hastily, you pull my skirt up the rest of the way up to my hips and pull my panties to the side. You unbuckle your belt and unfasten your pants to let your cock out. It's hard and ready, protruding from your unzippered pants. The head is swollen and hot and your hand grips the base. You have an urge to cum in me and to see me walk out of your office, only you and I knowing that I likely have cum dripping into my panties.

You guide your cock into my swollen, pink, and hot cunt easily, only thinking to make yourself cum. I cling to you, my legs wrapped up around you, and both arms holding to your shoulders. Your hands are planted on your desk and both of us are biting into eachother's shoulders to keep from making a sound. Quickly, with my skirt up, and your cock just out of your pants, you cum deep into my sweet pussy. I feel your dick twitch as you do, holding still as you orgasm.

Would you rather spend 4 hours in bed with Jessica Simpson, or 4 hours in bed with Hillary Clinton...

A few thoughts before you choose your answer...pros and cons:

1. Jessica is likely to call your weiner cute, and Hillary is likely a lesbian

2. Pro for Hillary: she is likely a lesbian

3. Will Jessica have those fish lips on?? Kinda weird, but maybe you like DSLs?

4. Hillary has the face of a horse, but the knowledge of an older woman

5. Jessica has a body...

6. Jessica might be a pop singer, and very popular, and fantasised about a lot, but Hillary...she's a powerful mammajamma.

7. New rule: you cannot tape Jessica's mouth shut

8. Maybe Bill will do the whole shared wife business with you....how cool would that be? Pimpin with Bad Billy...

Be honest, little sweeties....

I have never had the feelings, emotions or control to let lovemaking happen. It has always been a quick-paced, seemingly two-pump chump, and we finish. I fantasize about how it would go sometimes, dream lustful dreams of letting myself get lost, and to feel raw, vulnerable, and exposed.

His hands will be knowing, confident, warm and masculine. And his lips will be parted just enough to let breath and groans escape as he kisses my neck and shoulders. He will look up at me as i straddle his lap, and will be in complete control of himself, calculating his next moves. He and I will both feel heat from eachothers groins, and we will be skin to skin. His tongue will feel my pulse quicken through sensitive and milky skin on my neck as his hands lovingly work their way into my hair, half petting, and half tangling, holding me close.

He won't let it be just about fucking like it has before. He won't let us fall into our usual patterns this night; it will be deeper than that. When he buries himself to the hilt inside my warm velvety slit, we will be as close as two people can possibly be, and isn't that the point? I will want him deeper, not only to feel a tight filling sensation, but also to be even closer, bodies smashed against the other.

I will be there, in his lap, rocking, legs wrapped tightly for more leverage around his waist, and head bent to kiss his mouth. Our eyes will not be closed, but rather open, reading, communicating in an almost silent language of sighs, groans, and breath. We will ungulate together, rising and falling, clinging together. A sheen of glowing moisture will coat our bodies, and we will pant together. I will whimper, and he will get great satisfaction from our connection.

Our eyes will lock, if only for a moment, but seemingly for many, and all will be released. Nails will dig in, breaths will be sucked in through teeth, muscles will clench, and deep carnal noises will escape through our lips. Fluids will mix, and he will push again as far as he can be to be inside me. He will smile to himself and let his hand find mine as my cheek finds his damp chest when I turn to liquid. We will sleep, smelling of sex, with him still inside me, as close as we can be.