Talent

One hand slid in slow half-circle twists as she slowly pumped his cockshaft, while her mouth moved up and down over the head. Her lips were puckered tight around him, but they were slick and glistening with saliva. Her whole head bobbed smoothly up and down on him as she worked.

Bubbles

She sipped her faux-champagne as she watched the smirk spread slowly across his face.

"What are you planning?"

So...

He grabbed the shower-nozzle and pointed it at the top of his head. The water cascaded down, drenching his hair into thin spikes flattened against his head. He loved the warmth of the water, and he stood there, with his forearms resting on the tiled wall, enjoying the sensations of a shower after a long day.

Beaches

The mid-afternoon sun beat down fiercely on the two tanned bodies sat next to each other, huddled closer like lovers on the yellow-gold sands. The beach was quiet that day, although not completely deserted. But they carried on, oblivious to those around them, ignoring the strangers who might stop to stare and instead focusing on one another.

Ever wonder how many people have had sex in that hotel room you're in?

She pulled him into the room and shut the door quickly behind them. “We don’t have long” she said, already on her knees and pulling at his belt buckle and zipper as she spoke. He barely had time to react, to stutter a few words of half-hearted protest, before she pulled his boxers down far enough to end any possibly argument.

Coffee

He poured the water into the machine before quietly replacing the jug onto the hot plate and flicking the switch. The squat black machine gurgled gently, hissing as the water began to boil, and then the aroma of coffee started to fill the kitchen as the first few drops began to fill the jug.

Stockings

Her fingers tripped easily down the buttons of her shirt, popping each one out without hesitation, allowing the fabric to fall open and expose her soft, voluptuous cleavage. The cool air was divine against her skin and she waved the edges of the garment a few times to enjoy the breeze. Then, slowly, gently, with his eyes watching her, she slipped the shirt down one arm, then another, and tossed it onto the back of the chair.

Hunting

The dress clung tightly to her frame, shimmering slightly under the club’s many strobe lights; it was almost skin tight to show off her figure, with a plunging neckline and a hem that stopped abruptly mid-thigh, leaving little to the imagination. The many men circling her like predators could see, even in the dim gloom, that there were no lines on that dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Just a thin strip of fabric between them and their prey.