Passionate Encounter After the Cinema
I stepped out of the cozy cinema, the soft glow of the lobby lights a stark contrast to the dimly lit theater I’d just left. My heart was still fluttering, caught in the timeless embrace of Somewhere in Time. The haunting melody of the soundtrack lingered in my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the love story that had just unfolded on the screen. I took a deep breath, the scent of popcorn and old carpet grounding me as I made my way toward the exit.
The cinema was a gem, a small, independent theater that specialized in old classics. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the chaos of the modern world and lose myself in the elegance of bygone eras. Tonight, though, felt different. The movie had stirred something deeper within me, a longing I hadn’t felt in years.
As I approached the exit, I spotted a figure standing by the door, his silhouette backlit by the streetlights outside. My steps slowed as I recognized him. It was Barry, my computer guy. He was wiping his eyes, his hand brushing away what looked like tears. I paused, surprised. Barry wasn’t the type I’d pegged for a romantic. He was practical, efficient, the kind of guy who fixed my laptop with quiet competence and never stayed for small talk.
“Barry?” I called out softly, not wanting to startle him. He turned, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Sharon,” he said, his voice hoarse. He quickly wiped his eyes again, as if trying to erase any evidence of emotion. “I didn’t know you were into old classics.”
I smiled, feeling a strange warmth at the sight of him. “I didn’t know you were. This one… it gets to me every time.”
He nodded, his expression softening. “Me too. It’s… it’s something else, isn’t it?”
I stepped closer, feeling an unexpected connection. “It’s my favorite. I’ve never seen it with anyone else who feels the same way.”
We stood there for a moment, the weight of shared emotion hanging between us. The theater was emptying out, but neither of us seemed eager to leave. Finally, I spoke, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them.
“Want to come over? I’ve got some wine, and we could talk about it.”
He hesitated, his gaze flicking between me and the door. “I don’t want to impose,” he said, but there was a hopeful note in his voice.
“You’re not imposing,” I assured him. “It’s just wine and conversation. Unless you’ve got somewhere to be.”
He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No. No, I’d like that.”
We walked to my place in comfortable silence, the night air cool against our skin. My apartment was just a few blocks away, a cozy space filled with books, vintage posters, and the faint scent of lavender. I unlocked the door and gestured for him to come in.
“Make yourself at home,” I said, heading to the kitchen. “Red or white?”
“Red,” he called back, settling onto the couch.
I poured two glasses, the rich aroma of the wine filling the air as I carried them into the living room. Barry was leaning back, his eyes scanning the shelves of DVDs and books.
“Impressive collection,” he remarked, running a finger along the spines of the films.
“Thanks,” I said, handing him a glass. “I’m a bit of a cinephile. What about you? What else do you like?”
He took a sip, his gaze meeting mine over the rim of the glass. “I’m more of a classic guy. Casablanca, Gone with the Wind, The Godfather… but Somewhere in Time… there’s something about it. It’s like it reaches into your soul and doesn’t let go.”
I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. “Yes! That’s exactly it. The way they love each other, so completely, so desperately… it’s like they’re the only two people in the world.”
“And the ending,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “It breaks me every time. The sacrifice, the love… it’s too much.”
I sat down beside him, our shoulders brushing lightly. “I know. I cry every time. But it’s a good cry, you know? It’s like… it purifies you.”
We fell into an easy rhythm, talking about our favorite movies, laughing at the absurdity of some plots, and debating the merits of different directors. The wine flowed freely, loosening our tongues and our inhibitions. But beneath the surface, there was a tension, a current of something unspoken that neither of us acknowledged.
Until I broke it.
“You know,” I said, setting my glass down on the coffee table, “I’ve always thought your voice was so sexy.”
Barry froze, his eyes widening as he turned to face me. “Really?”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing under his intense gaze. “Really. It’s deep, and it’s… I don’t know, it’s just… captivating.”
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Funny you mention that. When I was servicing your computer, I found an audio file. It was… you.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You heard that?”
He nodded, his face a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I listened to it. A lot. I… I forwarded it to myself. Listened to it countless times. Jerked off to it, if I’m being honest.”
The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unspoken desire. My heart was pounding, my skin tingling with anticipation. I’d never expected this—never imagined that Barry, quiet, unassuming Barry, had been harboring such intense feelings.
“I’ve wanted to make mad, passionate love to you for so long,” he confessed, his voice thick with longing.
I couldn’t resist him any longer. The years of unspoken attraction, the shared love for the same movie, the raw honesty of his confession—it all converged in that moment, igniting a fire that had been smoldering for far too long.
“Then do it,” I whispered, reaching for him.
He didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, he was on me, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of my body, pulling me closer as if he could never get close enough. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me as if I were afraid he might disappear.
He broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, down my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “God, Sharon,” he murmured, his voice ragged. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “Me too.”
He pushed me back gently, his eyes devouring me as he took in the sight of me. I was wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugged my curves in all the right places, and he seemed to appreciate it, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the neckline of my dress. “So fucking beautiful.”
I shivered at his words, my skin prickling with anticipation. “Take it off,” I commanded, my voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside me.
He didn’t hesitate. With deft fingers, he unzipped the back of my dress, the fabric sliding off my shoulders and pooling at my feet. I was left in nothing but my lace bra and matching panties, the cool air of the room raising goosebumps on my skin.
Barry’s eyes darkened, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Fuck,” he groaned, reaching out to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. “You’re perfect.”
I moaned, my head falling back as his thumb brushed over my nipple, already tight and aching for his touch. “Touch me,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. “Please, Barry, touch me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, driving me wild with anticipation. He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving mine as he revealed my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.
I cried out, my hands gripping his hair as he suckled, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing. It was too much, not enough, every sensation heightened by the years of pent-up desire.
“Barry,” I moaned, my body arching off the couch. “I need you. Now.”
He looked up, his eyes burning with need. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice rough.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs. “I want you to take me right here, right now. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up, making me yours.”
He growled, a primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Barry,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his. “Fuck me hard. Make me scream your name.”
He didn’t waste another second. With swift, efficient movements, he shed his clothes, revealing a body that was lean and muscular, his skin flushed with desire. His cock stood proud and thick, pulsing with anticipation, and I felt my mouth water at the sight of it.
“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.
I obeyed without hesitation, sinking to my knees in front of him. He was already hard, his cock throbbing in my hands as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him slowly, savoring the feel of his skin against mine.
“Suck it,” he growled, his hands tangling in my hair. “Suck my cock, Sharon. Make me feel good.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around him as I sucked him deep. He tasted of salt and skin, and I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I worked my magic. “You’re so good at that. So fucking good.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I took him as deep as I could. He was thick, stretching my mouth, and I loved the feeling of him filling me, dominating me.
“Enough,” he said abruptly, pulling me to my feet. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He pushed me back onto the couch, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. I reached for him, guiding his cock to my entrance, and he thrust forward, burying himself inside me in one smooth motion.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he filled me completely. “Barry, you feel so good.”
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward as he began to move. “So fucking tight. I’ve dreamed of this, Sharon. Dreamed of being inside you, making you mine.”
He set a relentless pace, his cock sliding in and out of me with a rhythm that was both primal and tender. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building, building, until I thought I might explode.
“Harder,” I demanded, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Barry. I need it. I need you.”
He growled, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. But I didn’t care. I wanted it all—the pain, the pleasure, the raw, unbridled passion that only he could give me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, his hips pistoning faster, harder. “You like it when I fuck you like this. When I take what’s mine.”
“Yes,” I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. “Yes, Barry, fuck yes! Don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”
He didn’t. He fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, his cock pounding into me, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. I was on the edge, teetering, my body coiled tight as I waited for the release that I knew was coming.
“Come for me, Sharon,” he commanded, his voice hoarse. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Those words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him, my body shaking as I screamed his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. I was drowning in it, lost in the sensation of him filling me, claiming me, making me his.
“Fuck, Sharon,” he groaned, his own release crashing into him seconds later. He thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilled himself, his seed filling me up, marking me as his.
We collapsed in a heap, our bodies glistening with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Barry rolled onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
“That was…” I started, my voice trailing off as I searched for the right words.
“Incredible,” he finished for me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”
I smiled, snuggling into his embrace. “Me too. Me too.”
We lay there in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside and the steady beat of our hearts. It was perfect, this moment, this connection, this raw, unfiltered passion that had been simmering between us for years.
And as I drifted off to sleep, Barry’s arm wrapped securely around me, I knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something wild, something fierce, something undeniably, uncontrollably us.
The Secret Admirer’s Rose
I had always been a sucker for romance, and the mysterious gesture of receiving a single red rose had my heart fluttering with excitement. It was a simple yet powerful symbol, one that ignited my curiosity and set me on a path of discovery. The elegant flower had arrived at my office with a note that read, “For the woman who brightens my day. From your secret admirer.” My mind raced with questions. Who could this admirer be? I had to admit, the thought of having a secret admirer was thrilling.
I spent the rest of the day trying to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to the rose. Its vibrant red petals seemed to hold a hidden message, a silent declaration of desire. I knew I had to uncover the identity of my mysterious sender. After all, I wasn’t getting any younger, and the idea of a secret romance was an enticing prospect.
As a sophisticated woman in her late thirties, I had my fair share of relationships, but something about this secret admirer intrigued me. I decided to take matters into my own hands and do a little detective work. I examined the note, searching for any clues, but it was unsigned, with no hint of the sender’s identity. My mind immediately went to the men in my life, but none seemed to fit the bill.
Then, a thought struck me—Danny. He was the owner of my favorite restaurant, a charming man who always greeted me with a warm smile whenever I dined there. I visited his restaurant frequently, about once every few weeks, and we had developed a friendly rapport. Could he be the one behind this romantic gesture?
The next evening, I found myself walking towards Danny’s restaurant, determined to get some answers. As I entered, the familiar scent of garlic and spices filled my nostrils, instantly making me feel at home. The place was bustling with patrons, but my eyes immediately locked onto Danny, who was overseeing the staff with a confident demeanor.
I approached him, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Danny, I need to talk to you.” My voice was steady, belying the nervousness I felt. He turned towards me, his dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Sharon, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?” His voice was smooth like honey, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.
Lowering my voice, I asked, “Did you send me a rose, Danny?” His eyes widened, and a slight blush crept up his cheeks. “I hoped you’d figure it out. I wanted to express my admiration for you, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react.” His honesty caught me off guard, and I felt a rush of warmth towards him.
“Well, I’m here to tell you that I’m flattered and intrigued,” I replied, my voice soft and inviting. “I’ve always enjoyed our conversations, and I’d love to get to know you better.” Danny’s smile grew wider, and he leaned closer, his eyes locking with mine. “Then, allow me to make it up to you. Stay for dinner tonight, just the two of us. I’ll close the restaurant early and create a special evening you won’t forget.”
My heart skipped a beat at his proposition. The idea of a private dinner with Danny was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. “I’d love to,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the restaurant’s buzz.
As promised, Danny closed the restaurant early, politely ushering the remaining customers out. The staff, understanding the situation, discreetly disappeared, leaving us alone in the dimly lit dining area. Soft candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on Danny’s handsome face. He had changed into a crisp white shirt and black pants, looking effortlessly dashing.
“I’ve arranged for some entertainment,” he said, his voice filled with anticipation. “I hope you like guitar music.” Before I could respond, the soft strumming of a guitar filled the air, and a talented musician appeared, taking a seat in the corner. The guitarist’s fingers danced across the strings, creating a sensual melody that filled the room.
Danny led me to a cozy table for two, his hand gently guiding me by the small of my back. I felt a tingle run down my spine at his touch. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and a bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket.
“To us,” Danny said, pouring two flutes of the bubbly liquid. “To new beginnings and the promise of something special.” I clinked my glass against his, our eyes locked in a silent promise. The champagne was crisp and refreshing, its bubbles dancing on my tongue.
We dined on a sumptuous feast, each course more delectable than the last. Danny had outdone himself, preparing dishes that tantalized my taste buds. The guitarist’s melodies complemented the meal, creating a romantic ambiance. As we savored each bite, our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I felt a deep connection forming between us.
Danny’s eyes held mine, his gaze intense and passionate. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Sharon. I’ve admired you from afar, dreaming of this moment.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a surge of desire.
“I’m glad we’re finally here, together,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. Leaning across the table, I took his hand in mine, my fingers intertwining with his. “I want this night to be unforgettable.”
The guitarist’s song reached its climax, and as the last note faded, Danny stood, his eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s continue this evening at my place. I have a feeling the night is far from over.” I nodded, my heart pounding with anticipation.
We stepped out into the cool night air, the restaurant now dark and silent. Danny wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we walked to his car. The drive to his apartment was filled with anticipation, the silence between us charged with unspoken desire.
His apartment was cozy and inviting, with warm lighting and a faint scent of sandalwood. As he poured us each a glass of wine, I took in my surroundings. The living room was tastefully decorated, with a soft rug and comfortable furniture.
Setting our glasses on the coffee table, Danny turned to face me, his eyes burning with intensity. “I want to make love to you, Sharon. I want to show you how much I’ve wanted this.” His words sent a rush of heat through my body, and I felt my inhibitions melt away.
I stepped into his embrace, my body pressing against his. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues entwining in a passionate dance. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress, causing my nipples to harden. I moaned into his mouth, my hands exploring the contours of his muscular back.
With skilled fingers, Danny unzipped my dress, letting it slide to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my lingerie. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in my curves, his breath quickening. He gently pushed me towards the couch, following closely behind.
I sank into the soft cushions, my body tingling with anticipation. Danny knelt before me, his hands gliding up my thighs, his touch electric. He gently kissed the inside of my knees, slowly making his way up, his warm breath caressing my skin.
As his lips reached the edge of my panties, he paused, his eyes seeking permission. I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. With slow, deliberate movements, he slid my panties down my legs, exposing my wetness to his hungry gaze.
Danny’s mouth found my throbbing clit, his tongue swirling and flicking, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, my hands gripping the cushions as he licked and sucked, driving me closer to the edge. His fingers joined in, slipping inside my warm folds, stroking and teasing.
“Oh, Danny,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Yes, just like that.” He continued his sensual assault, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, until I was trembling on the brink of release.
With one final, intense stroke, I climaxed, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Danny’s name escaped my lips in a breathless whisper as I rode the waves of pleasure. He continued to lavish attention on my sensitive flesh, his tongue soothing the throbbing bud of my clit.
Pulling him up towards me, I kissed him fiercely, tasting myself on his lips. “I want you inside me, now,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire.
Danny stood, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body. His cock stood erect, throbbing with need. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him gently.
He groaned, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored the sensation. “You’re incredible, Sharon. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”
Guiding him towards me, I positioned him at my entrance, my wetness glistening in the soft light. He slowly pushed forward, filling me inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice raw with desire. “I’ve dreamed of being inside you.” He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
I matched his movements, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies moving as one. The sensations were intense, and I could feel my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Danny, I’m close,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.” He increased his pace, his cock pounding into me relentlessly, hitting all the right spots.
With a loud cry, I came, my body convulsing around him. Danny followed soon after, his eyes rolling back as he emptied himself deep within me. We collapsed in a tangled heap on the couch, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat.
As we lay there, breathless and satisfied, I knew this was just the beginning of something extraordinary. Danny, my secret admirer, had given me a night of passion and romance that I would never forget.
Valentine’s Day Seduction
Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite days of the year, the most romantic in any case. I am lucky that I have a very romantic boyfriend that I know will have a special evening planned for us. We’ve had several together as it is, and they are always a lot of fun and very sexy. I love to be pampered, what lady doesn’t, and he knows the way to my heart is foot rubs, chocolate and sparkling wine. It will of course lead to other, naughtier things, like him licking my freshly shaved pussy and me sucking on his glorious cock that brings me such pleasure.
I bought some new, sexy red satin lingerie that I will be wearing, I’m preparing a wonderful meal for us and we will spend the evening making love. I’ve specifically not cum in an entire week to be extra horny for this night. It’s been hard when I’ve wanted to cum, but we decided to both not cum for a week to make the night extra special, not cumming for a while can do that. Some phone sex callers of mine love to deny themselves for literally weeks until they have one huge orgasm as we talk on the phone. My night of upcoming romance will be one to remember, that you can be sure of.
My pussy has been horny for days, wet at all the wrong times considering I’m waiting to cum on Valentine’s Day night. I will need at least five orgasms! My boyfriend loves to edge, he will tease himself for a while each day but not cum, I simply do not have the willpower to do that, once I start, I need to finish, so I dare not touch myself down there, it’s been difficult enough rinsing off in the shower with the shower massager and not masturbating with the hot, hard stream of water on my clit. I will let you know dear readers next week how the night plays out on this Tuesday!
Christmas Eve Delights
As usual, my boyfriend outdid himself on Christmas Eve by giving me a wonderful, romantic evening filled with surprises and hot sex. He gave me some lovely new lingerie and a pair of diamond stud earrings he’d seen me admire a few months ago in a jewelry shop window. I never thought he’d be so generous as to buy them for me, but he did. We spent a quiet evening alone, his parents had gone on a cruise and mine don’t live anywhere near me and traveling is not fun this time of year with crowded airports, so we just wanted a quiet Christmas with the two of us here at my home. I’d made us a lovely dinner and then changed into my new Christmas lingerie and came out to show him as he sat near the tree.
It wasn’t long until I could see the visible effects of his approval by the rise in his pants. He reached his hand out to me and I went and sat on his lap and he asked me if I’d been a good girl or a naughty girl this year and I replied a good girl most of the time, but naughty a few others as he chuckled at my response. I leaned down to kiss him and as usual, it was a passionate, love filled kiss and I secretly wondered if next Christmas if I might be getting an engagement ring, one never knows what the new year will hold.
His hands slid over my body and the silky lingerie felt cool and smooth against my skin and he wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me closer to him to give me another kiss, a longer, even deeper one and I soon slipped off his lap and onto the floor in front of him and was reaching up to undo his pants and release that hard cock and suck on it to show him how much he turned me on and how much I desired him. He was hard a as rock and I sucked and I slurped on that dick with a hungry passion and he was soon spilling his seed into my mouth and down my throat.
We hugged and kissed for a long time after and then he pulled me back up to his lap and I straddled him and his cock found it’s way to my pussy. He pulled the crotch of the tap pants aside and slid into my waiting, dripping cunt and with his hands on my hips to glide me up and down his shaft, I was grinding my clit against his hard rod that was plunging deep inside of me like a piston. With several more thrusts, I was soon cumming on his cock and he was filling me with his hot, sticky load. We just laid there on the sofa, admiring the tree and listening to the soft Christmas carols that were playing, and it was a wonderful, romantic Christmas Eve.
Christmas Bed & Breakfast
Christmas has always been a very special time for me and as I got older a romantic time as well. I always luckily seemed to have a boyfriend over the holidays and it was always fun to do Christmastime activities with them. Even something as simple as building a snowman, or going ice skating or tobogganing at the nearby park with the kids all around having fun as well. I’m absolutely a winter weather gal, I much prefer the cold and the crisp, clean snow to warm weather. Christmas music and cuddling by a roaring fire and sharing a hot, buttered rum or mulled wine, very romantic.
This year I was also blessed to have a boyfriend and one that made plans for us at a lovely bed and breakfast a couple of hours away for the weekend. It was beautifully decorated for the holidays, as was the whole charming little town it was in. After arriving and having a wonderfully prepared gourmet meal, we went into our room and admired the beautifully decorated room and sank into the wonderful plush bed and my boyfriend started kissing me passionately. We could faintly hear caroler’s outside as we made out.
He’d lit the fireplace in the room and it was cozy and warm. I’d gotten some new sexy lingerie to surprise him he hadn’t seen before in slippery emerald green satin. When he undressed me and saw it, he loved it and ran his hands over the slippery satin and my nipples were hard pretty quickly with him touching me as he did. He slipped out of his clothes and my lingerie was soon a smooth pile on the floor beside the bed, our nude bodies intertwined together, making love.
His cock plunging in and out of my pussy, as I could feel his breath on my neck quickening, and I ran my fingers through his hair as our tongues teased and flirted with one another. My breasts crushed between us, and I was squeezing his ass cheeks in my hands, pulling him deeper inside of my warm, wet pussy. We really made love a good long time, stopping and starting before allowing ourselves to cum. It was very hot and very satisfying. We had a lovely weekend away, I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend.
