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The morning after hooking up with Leisha, we don't get to be very sexy. She realized she needed to get to the conference early for a panel and left the room in a hurry. I was pretty worried that this meant last night was a one time thing - she didn't even kiss me before she left. I made my peace with it, got dressed, and tried to lose myself in mind-numbing panels and workshops al day.

That evening I was back in the room getting undressed when Leisha walks in. I was standing there in my undershirt and slacks next to the bed. She gives me this grin and grabs my waist, pushing me against the wall and kissing me hard.

We're making out like horny teenagers, grabbing each other everywhere, and we start to strip. She nearly rips my shirt and bra as she takes them off, then slides off her own dress. I flip us and push her against the wall, then get on my knees. I take off her underwear and start eating her pussy, licking and sucking hard. She's moaning and grabs my head, pulling me closer. We're near the hot tub so she props one foot on the edge as she humps my face. I'm so turned on I can barely stand it. I stand up and start to take off my pants as she kisses me.

"Please fuck me," is all I have to say before she throws me on the bed and takes off my pants and underwear. Our naked bodies collide and she slides her fingers in me, fucking me roughly. I plant my feet and lean up off the bed, begging her to suck me. Her mouth is all over my pussy and she starts flicking my clit with her tongue, quick and hard. I cum quickly, shaking and screaming.

We take a moment and end up just holding each other. I ask her about the morning, and she apologizes, saying she wasn't sure what to do and she really was running late. We kiss gently and cuddle a little more - she plays with my hair as I lay on her chest. Then I mention to her that I've been dying to try out the hot tub. She laughs and agrees, and gets up to turn it on. The settings are a bit hard to understand and we both end up buck naked, crawling in the middle of the hot tub as we press various buttons. After it begins filling up, I pull open the curtains so we can have the full tropical view. I push Leisha against the edge of the hot tub and kiss her, then trail down and begin playing with her nipples.

She was at school when the war started. No one had expected it to really happen, this was the sort of thing that happened in other countries. It was bombs at first. Power outages. Looting. It was dangerous outside. And then school was cancelled. And food stopped being delivered. The phones went dead.

She didn't know if she was the first person to quit talking and start walking, but she may have been one of the most famous. She had been the most places it seemed. No one knew her name and she wouldn't break her silence to tell them. But when she walked through a town, or part of a city, a hush fell. It wasn't so much what she was, but what she stood for. What was lost.

Town and cities, after the first few, were easy. The walkers were given food and shelter by both sides. It was the roads between that made her think it was a mad plan. Jesse hadn't spoken to her in more than a year, since well before the war. She didn't know if he would come with her or let her stay. She was half starved and filthy. She walked because he was the only person she wanted to be with when world ended.

Reaching his city was like an endless haze. Wake up, pack blanket, drink, check gun, walk and walk and walk. She was lucky. She was only ambushed on the roads once. It was only one man, unarmed. He ripped her shirt and held her down. He was dirtier than she was and smelled like sweat and rot and sex. She kicked him in the crotch and shot him in the head while he rolled on the ground. Other walkers vanished.

One day she found herself standing in the sun and her legs had stopped moving. She blinked and squinted at the numbers on the side of the house and started. Jesse's house number. Was this his city? It had to be. She shouldn't have stopped otherwise.

She knocked on the door and waited. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. She knocked again. The same. She turned to leave, planning to come back the next day, and when she walked past the alley a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the shadows.

Another hand covered her mouth as she was shoved against a wall. A voice whispered "I'll let you go, just please don't scream." She relaxed and smiled against his hand. He released her and she turned to face him. Jesse's hair was too long and he was dirty, but he wasn't half as filthy as she was. He had a knife in his hand and a hard look in his eyes.

Clare

Clare was my third girlfriend and we met on the same dating website as my previous sexual tryst, Renee. The first time we had sex was an impulse decision on both accounts, it was 3am on a Saturday morning and we were texting after having both gone out for the evening with friends. She invited me over and I obliged, catching a taxi to her flat the next suburb over.

She was four years older than me and very good looking, though you wouldn’t know it from her insecurities. In her mind her platinum blonde hair, perky C-Cup breasts and firm ass that can only come from hours in the gym weren’t enough for guys. She was comfortable being naked however she felt her body should be better and it showed in her personality. My thoughts on her showed in a different way and for our first dozen sexual encounters I suffered from premature ejaculation. Nevertheless we got over that and began dating three weeks after first having sex, including one very memorable occasion.

Due to timing more than anything else I was due a visit at my parents and Clare came along for the ride. She got on well with my mother, better with my grandmother and better yet with my brothers. It was wonderful to see how she mingled so well with everybody. That night we went to the local pub for some beers and she used it as an opportunity to show off, sticking her tongue down my throat at every available opportunity. The more she drank the more she tried to dry hump me until eventually I decided to take her back to my mother’s house to save her further embarrassment.

Upon arrival she went to the bathroom while I stripped down to my underwear to get ready for bed. As I began to climb in Clare returned to the room completely naked and in pigtails. While we had discussed my enjoyment for pigtails before she had never acted on my fetish and this came as a welcome surprise. With a confidence I have yet to see matched she strode over to me, dropped to her knees and took my cock from my underwear to place in her mouth. The sensation hit me all at once and I quickly felt myself stiffen in her mouth as she sucked and slurped happily at my cock with an over the top level of enthusiasm. I grabbed hold of a pigtail with each hand and began to use them to steer her head, pointing it in the direction I wanted her to go. When I moved it down towards my balls she obliged, gently nibbling and kissing my sack like two delicate peaches.

This is taken from my blog at /VYpwY0 please provide feedback! “Oh? Does your father know them?” I knew the answer to my question before I had even finished asking it, let alone before the spoilt coquette had uttered her response. The four tennis courts we were standing adjacent to had been built at her elder sister’s request several years ago, but had seen little use for almost a decade until Svetlana had seemingly applied herself to the sport. Every day, the nineteen year old socialite walked to the end of my employer’s estate, well secluded from the 15th Century manor house and sauntering past my small workshop. I had seen her every morning in her short, white tennis dress, eyeing her from my vantage point; I adored watching the seductive sway of the teenager’s hips as she strutted sexily down the path to the remote corner of the grounds. Graceful. Provocative. Classy. She made my cock swell and my lips dry. Only, I knew that she wasn’t going to play tennis. There were a few clues. The fact that she didn’t always bring a racquet to the courts was one, the champagne corks I found in the bushes was another. And that day, I noticed her dress rode up too high: she wasn’t wearing underwear. So that day, I spied on her: subtly following the young lady and watching covertly, as she beckoned two men into the estate from the lane via side gate and took them to the lower tennis court. The bushes dug painfully into my skin as I silently manoeuvred myself into position to observe. I was spell-bound in shock and excitement as a six foot black body-builder seized her body, and wrapped his thick arms around her dainty frame. They kissed; his tongue pushed into hers as she writhed underneath his strong grip, squirming under his powerful build. Her dress was hitched first to her back and then discarded onto the court. She simpered as he squeezed her young tits and man-handled her delicate young frame. Her skin contrasted with his; her age too. Both of her visitors must have been ten or fifteen years her senior and I knew the Lord of the Manor would have been aghast if he could have seen his youngest cavorting with the two men. They didn’t look like Oxbridge graduates like his son-in-law or a lawyer like his son! He would see them as disreputable: dressed in tatty tracksuits with paint splodges on their clothes. But status clearly meant nothing to her lust.

I sit up in the bed and watch him stand, his perfect naked body on display right in front of me. His muscular legs spread slightly giving me an even better view of his growing cock. His abs seemingly sculpted into his skin. The broadness of his shoulders failing to shrink his biceps as he places one hand on his hip as the other rubs the back of his neck. God his arms kill me. And then there's his face. His flawless face. The straightness of his nose.The curves of his cheeks as he smiles. The devilish way he smiles. The desire in his eyes. It's hard to tell if this is actually real or if I'm dreaming of him here with me as I have so many times before. He reaches his hand out to take mine and pull me up to him. I'm barely on my feet before his hands slide down to my ass and he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our lips meet as our kiss shows our hunger for each other. He moves one hand to the back of my head forcing me closer, deepening our kiss. He walks us into the bathroom and sits me down on the sink. As he starts to pull away, I take his bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling less than gently. He starts running the water and motions me to join him in the shower. I waste little time jumping off of the counter and running up to him. There's no point in hiding my eagerness anymore. He knows I want him. He waits for me to climb in before closing the shower door. I stand against the glass and watch him rinse himself off. The warm water running down his face. His arms. His body. He pulls me to him and kisses me harder than before. The water flowing down both our bodies and between us in the little space that we aren't pressed together. I step back and grab the soap to lather it up between my hands. I start at his shoulders and work my way down slowly, taking care to wash every inch of him thoroughly. I slide down his chest, across his abs, and stop just above his hips. I move behind him to wash his back and his perfect ass before I get down on my knees. I wash the backs of his legs and turn him around to face me. I lather his ankles and move up his legs as the water runs down his back. I work the soap up again before I wrap my hands around his thick, hard cock. I make sure to soap up his entire cock, paying special attention to the tip. Rolling my thumb over the head and all around. Gripping the shaft and tugging at it just to watch him tilt his head back, knowing he likes it.