My recent success story seemed to get some good attention here, so I figured you might like seeing some of my earlier work. This one actually started while I was in Iraq several years ago.  While this is only the first half of the first short story I wrote, I think you'll enjoy it and look forward to seeing what you think of it!

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Iraq sucks.  That one fact is pretty well known, but little do people realize that it actually gets downright cold here, too.  There’s nothing like a wide-open desert to blow the cold wintry air through a tent on nights like this one.  It’s been a little over five months since we parted ways at the airport, I with my gear for this trip, and your tearful goodbyes, both of us wishing we could go back to last night’s hotel and do away with the trip that lays before us today.  But now that my return date nears, I’m wondering how we can make those wishes come true.   You don’t know it yet, but we already have reservations at that same hotel since my flight lands so late, but I’m worried that I may have too many pent-up hormones to make the night as special and sweet as you say you like.   After six months of “no sex, no porn, no alcohol” it’s time for me to get mine.  You’ve written all these dirty emails for me to see when the opportunity arises, teasing me with stories of how the vibrators and even the showerhead have been making you moan and shake in the throes of orgasm, so with that and my own buildup in mind, I’m coming up with an idea of how I want things to go once I land...

I’m thinking that we’ll have that typical welcome-home embrace.  We’ll have that first glance across the airport hallway and you’ll leap into my arms, wrapping yourself around me as we kiss our hellos.  I’ll try to retain my composure in public, but I’ll certainly be wondering if you obeyed my direction to wear that skirt you’ve got on without any panties.  It would be very easy to cup your ass to hold you up as we kiss and feel around for the tell-tale hem of the panties, but that ass is all mine, I’m not about to flash it to a whole airport of strangers.  I do, however, notice just the barest grinding motion from your hips as you slide down off of me.   Yeah, it’s looking like you’re into this idea just as much as I am.

You press yourself against me, holding hands and talking excitedly as we wheel my bags out to your waiting car.   You give me that wicked grin I love so much as I tell you about the reservations I made at that hotel six long months ago.

“Which hotel,” you ask innocently, “the one with the satin sheets?”  Of course!  How could I have forgotten!  Late that night before I left, you had told me how much you loved doggy style on this bed rather than ours at home, thinking it was the feel of dragging your nipples across the soft sheets as I took you from behind that got you off so well.   Personally, I remembered the sheets because I got to pull back and enjoy my own release just barely inside of your well-fucked pussy, leaving my cum to drip out of you onto those silky sheets for the rest of the night, but either way, yes.  That hotel.

With the bag stowed and you’re driving us to the hotel, I will just have to see how obedient you were when choosing the night’s attire.  You’re listening to the GPS guiding you out of the airport and I slide a hand up your thigh.  Starting at your knee, I can tell you gave a lot of attention to shaving today, your leg is perfectly smooth as I oh-so-innocently slide my hand up over the top of your thigh, hiking that skirt up as I brush a hand over the bare mound that is properly exposed to my touch.  You sigh a bit as I firmly rub your equally shaven mound and run my hand along your thigh this time, starting a slow stroking motion along each inner thigh, only rarely pausing where they join to tease the seemingly endless flow of your juices.   We need not wreck on the short drive to the hotel district, so I leave your pussy exposed and resort to firmly massaging your thigh as we weave through traffic.

Once we get to the hotel room, however, things take quite a turn.  I’m used to the sweet young lady I started dating just a couple months before I deployed, always so polite and quiet, I had no idea that you would be so aggressive.   In fact, I know that I’ve got a rather aggressive, perhaps even dominating streak in me, but I wasn’t prepared for this!   I had planned to sit you on the bed and slowly make love to you, but before the door was even closed, you’re already on your knees and unzipping my jeans, hungrily slurping my cock into your mouth.   I lean back and enjoy the ministrations of your fingers, pumping my shaft as your tongue runs circles around my head and I wonder where you’ve learned this trick that feels so amazing.   Not one to hog all the pleasure, I lift your hands in the air and pull your sweater off, exposing your breasts in that lacy, almost see-through bra that I like so much.  Your hands start fumbling with my belt as you try to strip me naked, but it’s just not in me to let you take charge like this.

I pull you to your feet, my cock trapped between us as I begin our kiss anew.   Again, you start working on my belt as I pull off my shirt.  Six months of work in Iraq will give you plenty of time to work out, even if it is cold and I even have a bit of my tan from earlier in my tour still lingering, so you eye the tan line at my waist wantonly once I’m fully naked.   But now, it’s time for that bra to come off, too.  Rather than kissing you back as you reach up to my lips, I turn you around, pressing you facefirst into the wall with my hand between your shoulder blades, firmly holding you in place as I approach you, carefully aiming my shaft between your legs, rubbing along your slit but careful not to enter you.  No matter how you wiggle, you won’t get me inside of you just yet; I want to feel your juices soaking into my neglected cock as my free hand works its way around your waist and up to your covered breasts.  From here, I can manipulate your tightened little nipples as you grind back against my cock, trying so hard to press your clit against the head of my shaft, but I just focus on those gorgeous breasts of yours.

“Don’t.  Move.”  I rasp into your ear as I pull that hand from your back and cup your other breast, too.  “I’ve wanted to unwrap this present again for way too long...”  I start gentle rocking motions with my hips, sliding my shaft along the whole length of your lips, including that little nub of your clit as I heft the weight of your breasts in my hands.  Your nipples dig into my palms as I close my lips over the base of your neck.  Biting, sucking, nibbling on an earlobe, I massage the muscles deep under your breast tissue as you tremble there, your hands and face pressed unmoving against the wall as the rest of your body aches to move closer to me.   I finally move my massaging hands to your sides and around the back to unclasp your bra, your tits finally hanging free, and once your puckered nipples are back in my hands, I ache for the feeling of your tongue on my shaft again and with an arm around your waist, I carry you to the bed.  Laying you out so your head hangs over the edge, ready to swallow me whole, I get to gaze over your whole naked body before getting up on all fours to taste you, too.

From here, I know that I can push my shaft down into your throat as deep as I’d like, but I want to tease you some more first.  It was a hard decision, giving you that order to wear that skirt with no panties when we were finally reunited.   On one hand, I knew I’d want to bury my face in your mound and taste your womanly juices as soon as possible once we were back together, but on the other hand, I’m an incorrigible tease.  Would I want to set you in the hotel chair, slide your skirt up to your waist and simply tease you through your panties?   Maybe it would feel more natural to pin you facefirst to the wall like earlier, and gather the fabric of those panties into a thong, pulling it tight up against your throbbing clit?   Maybe I would just want to push them aside and tongefuck you?   I’m glad you obeyed me, though, because now that your tongue has found my shaft once again, I want nothing more than to suck on your clit.   Your head starts bobbing as I mount you, pressing my throbbing shaft deeper into your mouth as I take my position on top of you in 69 and take your clit into my mouth and your thighs close around my ears.   I feel your breath catch as I start sucking on the exposed nub of your clit.   Momentarily, you pause your bobbing and sucking as my tongue starts circling your little nub before you begin your sucking anew, reinvigorated by the attention I’m paying to your clit.

Slowly, you relax, opening your thighs a bit so I can adjust and take better aim at the glistening folds right in front of my eyes.  Working my way down from your clit, I begin exploring along your lips sucking them into my mouth and running my tongue among your folds, seeking out the juicy center of your body.   Following the wetness of your sex, I’m drawn to your entrance, throbbing in a rhythm just like I’m throbbing in your mouth, I push my tongue up and into you and you moan, nearly screaming, against the hardness of my shaft already pressing down into your throat.  The vibrations tickle my balls, reminding me of the six months of cum I have built up for you and knowing that I don’t want to lose it just yet.

I pull away, just long enough to turn around into a position where I can kneel between your thighs, already parted, begging me for the penetration you know is coming soon, but instead I start lapping at your lips, wrapping my tongue around your clit, and pulling it into my mouth.  With no cock to occupy your hands, you alternate between digging fistfuls of fingernails into the soft fabric and clenching tight over your own full breasts, pulling on your own nipples as I get reacquainted with your pussy.  I ache to be inside of you, but love the taste of your body, too, so with another few slow, lingering presses of my tongue up inside of you, I start the long trail of kissing my way up your body.  Pausing first at your clit to suck for a moment more as you arch your back up against my mouth, then I continue kissing up over your mound and I nibble a quick trail to your nipples as I pull your legs up around me and pin your hands over your head.

The swollen tip of my shaft finds its way to your entrance and you moan aloud, “Oh, god, that’s it...  Fuck me, use me, just give me that cock!”  I close my mouth around your soft, dark and tightened nipple... again, and as I flick my tongue over the hardened tip, it dawns on me that you may have used these toys while I was gone, but you’re probably just as horny as I am now that we’re back together and faced with the reality of a good hard fucking that we both need.  I guess gone are the old days of just a few months ago when you’d wear a little negligee to bed when we were together, you’d gasp your thanks to me as you came down from your orgasm ... but now you’ve seen my little secret of how I want a beautiful and intelligent woman like you on my arm when out with some friends, but I also want to have my own little fucktoy to tease and please once we get back home from those outings.  I know that I could force my way into you like you asked, you little slut, you’re plenty wet by now, but every good slut deserves a quick fingering, don’t you think?

“Leave your hands right there.  Do NOT move them.  I’m going to show you what a real slut deserves.”   You look up into my eyes, surprised with some of the orders I’ve been giving you tonight, intoxicated by the idea of being used for the harsh sexual urges that we’re both feeling and you obey, leaving your hands right there, freeing one of mine to slide over your mound and into your folds, gathering some of your slick juices to use in circling your clit, just long enough for you to catch your breath and moan as I separate your lips and begin the slow press of my hips, pushing myself slowly into your willing body.

It feels so good as inch after inch of my shaft disappears into you.  I can feel the tightness of your body giving way to my head as I stretch your walls thin around me.   I continue slowly pressing my throbbing cock deeper into your depths as you soak me with your juices.   Your walls are trembling, too, sucking me in deeper, with the ring of your entrance threatening to clamp down on me and never let go.  Your pussy seems to have a mind of its own, the way it’s massaging my shaft as I open you up from the inside.   Once my body is pressed fully against yours, I sit straight up and pull your legs up against my chest as I slowly pull out from your depths.  It’s almost enough to drive me over the edge as I feel your pussy closing over my head, each glistening inch of my shaft that comes out is another inch of your folds pressing, sucking, closing over the sensitive head of my shaft until that’s all that’s left inside of you.   That tight ring of your entrance is closed around the head of my cock, but only momentarily before I begin anew, burying myself into you in a manner much more forceful this time.

“That’s it, that’s it,” you gasp between thrusts, “Make it hurt, fuck me like your little slut!”  And, well, what the lady wants...

I can feel my precum mixing with your own wetness as I pull your ankles from my shoulders and open your pussy wide, watching as I buck my hips up into you and you pinch and twist your own nipples.  Your body is just pouring with desire now as we both grind, arch, and slam our bodies toward each other.   No more gentle rocking, no soft lovemaking, you are giving your whole body to me to use for my pleasure, knowing that from my pleasure you’ll be able to find you own.   Instead, I’m now ramming myself fully into you, your legs splayed wide over the bed as I lean over you, kissing your roughly as I nail you to the bed repeatedly, your body arching and bouncing against mine as we each aim for those sensitive spots that we both know so well.

Bare balls slapping against your drenched ass make such a great sound.  Each thrust seems to push deeper into you as you give into my will, opening your legs further and begging me for more.  Again, you resort to the foulest of language.  Between gasps, you are begging me for more, asking me if you're allowed to cum yet, thanking me for the especially deep or harsh thrusts.. eventually these gasps turn to moans and moans turn to short little yelps as you try so hard to keep from cumming all over my cock... which, in turn, has swollen a bit more and I can tell that my cum is boiling in my balls, ready to shoot out inside of you... And by the time I can't stand it any more your body begins trembling under me and your hips start bucking up to meet my thrusts.  After I meet the end of your pussy just a brief time or two, I lose it and begin shooting long strings of my cum into your depths.  Your body returns the favor and floods me with gushes of your own pussy juices, your hands coming unglued from the sheets and begin raking fingernails down my back, so I redouble my poundings and ensure that each shot of my cum blasts against the deepest walls of your pussy as I empty myself there inside of you.  Our juices mingle inside of you, dripping out and soaking my balls as our rhythmic thrusts slow to a gentler pace until we realize exactly how wet these sheets are under us and break out into peals of laughter and kisses as I slowly soften and slip from inside of you.

Maybe the sheets will dry out a bit if we take the time to catch our breath in the shower together?  If that’s not enough time, we could always try round two in there, right?

... I can't wait to get out of this cold.