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Authors: K. D. West
Tags: Erótica, Theater, Anthology, Erotic Romance, Actors and actresses, oral sex, cunnilingus, straight sex, sexual tension, sensual sex, student-teacher sex, sex with an older woman, ust, sex with a teacher, rst, actress sex, sexual healing, morning-after sex, bisexual girlfriend, theater sex
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softened out of Rachel’s ass with a liquid pop. We both sighed at the uncoupling.
We staggered to the bathroom, cleaned ourselves off, staggered back to the bed and, once again, passed out.
When I woke, Rachel was on the phone. She was talking to her roommate, who was evidently pissed that Rachel had disappeared for almost twenty-four hours. When she hung up, Rachel turned to me sheepishly and said, “I need to go soon. We have a show tomorrow and they want to make sure I get a good night’s sleep.” She laughed. “I don’t know why they think I wouldn’t be fully rested if I stayed here!”
“When do you need to go?” I asked, running my fingers along the sharp line of her chin.
She smiled that wicked smile. “Soon.” And then she kissed me.
She pushed me back, just as she had done the night before, straddled my hips, and ground her sticky slit against my cock, which quickly took its cue and rose, miraculously, for its seventh and final encore. When I was hard, she slipped me into her cunt. Then she rested her knees on my chest and rocked back and forth against my punch-drunk dick.
She was so wet and I was so spent that it was soon clear we’d be fucking this way for a while before anything happened. So Rachel unmounted me and went back to plan A from the night before, wrapping her sensuous, sensual lips around my grateful dick. The feeling — even after six orgasms and hours and hours of spectacular fucking — was indescribably fabulous. Dense, but not too dense.
I reached to pull her hips to my face, to get one last taste, but she just shook her head, my dick still in her mouth. In another few minutes she brought to one me to more breath-catching, heart-stopping orgasm, coaxing the last few drops of come from my depleted balls. Then she slid up the length of my body, lay on top of me and, thrusting her tongue deeply between my lips, passed that little trickle of my jism back into my mouth.
After we had lain there for far too short a time, she kissed me on the cheek, and said that it was time for Cinderella to go home. We got dressed, each watching the other’s body slowly disappear.
I drove her back to her hotel, and then returned to my room, where I turned down the covers for the very first time, and passed out until the next morning.
I was able to meet her as she and her cast-mates boarded their van to travel to some suburban parish for their performance. She kissed me one last time and then they drove off.
I returned to college a much happier man than I’d left. I’d spent a lot of time thinking about my grandfather’s impending death and had come to some kind of peace with it.
And I thought about Rachel.
Back at school, Cindy was suddenly much more interested in spending time with me, now that I didn’t have that whipped puppy dog air around me. “You’ve changed,” she said.
“Yes, I have,” I replied, and walked away from her for good.
When I picked up my mail that first day back, there was a letter from Rachel. It read,
Thank you for showing this belle a wonderful time in a wonderful old city. All of my orifices are dripping with the thought of you, wishing they had you here in fact, and not just in memory. Here’s something to remember me by.
Love,
Rachel
In the envelope was the string of plastic beads that I had placed around her neck on our first night together.
4 — Veronica
Arise, Fair Sun
Dear Allison,
I’m sitting here at my classroom desk in the theater, getting ready to send you this latest tale of my sexual adventures, such as they have been, and I’m finding myself staring up at the stage, thinking of you. Of you, playing Juliet and breaking my heart, even as you made me incredibly hard.
Actresses. What is it about actresses? Well, a lot of things, actually: they’re passionate, emotional, and expressive. Sexy as hell. Beautiful. Like you, in fact – though that was true before you ever took an acting class from me.
For most of my twenties, they
We staggered to the bathroom, cleaned ourselves off, staggered back to the bed and, once again, passed out.
When I woke, Rachel was on the phone. She was talking to her roommate, who was evidently pissed that Rachel had disappeared for almost twenty-four hours. When she hung up, Rachel turned to me sheepishly and said, “I need to go soon. We have a show tomorrow and they want to make sure I get a good night’s sleep.” She laughed. “I don’t know why they think I wouldn’t be fully rested if I stayed here!”
“When do you need to go?” I asked, running my fingers along the sharp line of her chin.
She smiled that wicked smile. “Soon.” And then she kissed me.
She pushed me back, just as she had done the night before, straddled my hips, and ground her sticky slit against my cock, which quickly took its cue and rose, miraculously, for its seventh and final encore. When I was hard, she slipped me into her cunt. Then she rested her knees on my chest and rocked back and forth against my punch-drunk dick.
She was so wet and I was so spent that it was soon clear we’d be fucking this way for a while before anything happened. So Rachel unmounted me and went back to plan A from the night before, wrapping her sensuous, sensual lips around my grateful dick. The feeling — even after six orgasms and hours and hours of spectacular fucking — was indescribably fabulous. Dense, but not too dense.
I reached to pull her hips to my face, to get one last taste, but she just shook her head, my dick still in her mouth. In another few minutes she brought to one me to more breath-catching, heart-stopping orgasm, coaxing the last few drops of come from my depleted balls. Then she slid up the length of my body, lay on top of me and, thrusting her tongue deeply between my lips, passed that little trickle of my jism back into my mouth.
After we had lain there for far too short a time, she kissed me on the cheek, and said that it was time for Cinderella to go home. We got dressed, each watching the other’s body slowly disappear.
I drove her back to her hotel, and then returned to my room, where I turned down the covers for the very first time, and passed out until the next morning.
I was able to meet her as she and her cast-mates boarded their van to travel to some suburban parish for their performance. She kissed me one last time and then they drove off.
I returned to college a much happier man than I’d left. I’d spent a lot of time thinking about my grandfather’s impending death and had come to some kind of peace with it.
And I thought about Rachel.
Back at school, Cindy was suddenly much more interested in spending time with me, now that I didn’t have that whipped puppy dog air around me. “You’ve changed,” she said.
“Yes, I have,” I replied, and walked away from her for good.
When I picked up my mail that first day back, there was a letter from Rachel. It read,
Thank you for showing this belle a wonderful time in a wonderful old city. All of my orifices are dripping with the thought of you, wishing they had you here in fact, and not just in memory. Here’s something to remember me by.
Love,
Rachel
In the envelope was the string of plastic beads that I had placed around her neck on our first night together.
4 — Veronica
Arise, Fair Sun
Dear Allison,
I’m sitting here at my classroom desk in the theater, getting ready to send you this latest tale of my sexual adventures, such as they have been, and I’m finding myself staring up at the stage, thinking of you. Of you, playing Juliet and breaking my heart, even as you made me incredibly hard.
Actresses. What is it about actresses? Well, a lot of things, actually: they’re passionate, emotional, and expressive. Sexy as hell. Beautiful. Like you, in fact – though that was true before you ever took an acting class from me.
For most of my twenties, they
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