The year is new, the opportunities are amazing. Life is offering a fresh new start. (well, the calendar anyway, but who is splitting hairs)

While the author of this blog is not into making new resolutions, he is contemplating how to make his stories that much nicer… for your reading pleasure of course.

With that said, a few pieces of business. Long posts will return, short posts might be more frequent, a few pictures will show up… you know… the usual sizzle. Wishing everyone a great brand new wonderful 2018! Have all the success and salacious fun you can have.

Savory Beginnings

The office party was great. The stuffiness of the office had not made it to the dance hall and everyone had been super relaxed. It was clear that outside of work, these were wonderful people. The energy was intense and the vibe glorious.

After all that awesomeness, it was high time for Debbie to get out of her heels. She was tired. The year was rung in well. However, she needed to find some sleep. All the planning, preparing, and scheduling had worn her out. The guys at the office had had their fun. She felt horrible for her hubby. He was not going to have the best of her to ring in the new year.

Greg watched his wife stagger lightly into the house. It was very late at night, or in his case, very early in the morning. She looked ravishing. She had kept herself picture perfect. Given how long the day had been, it was a miracle to see her look so polished.

Greg and Debbie were not alcohol users, even recreationally. That was good for him but bad for her. Because she was never under the influence, she was in charge of all the planning, supervising, and overseeing the success of the office parties. He was always home waiting for her, fully sober and fully horny.

This year, Greg wanted to feel badly for her. His idea of fun was novel and would probably push her limits a bit. Worse, given that her day had started the prior morning at 4am, the civilized thing to do was to help her into bed and let her crash.

That was all well and good, for the reasonable guy he was, but his needs seemed to take a front and center seat. His wife was looking angelically hot. She was just picture perfect.

The spaghetti strapped sequin dark blue dress was just short enough to be festive without breaking the limits of the work dress code. Her pumps were not that high, so she could navigate the day just fine. Her hair was up in a French bun. He loved that about her. She looked so elegant, so sweet, so sexy.

Debbie noticed that Greg was watching her with that stupid grin of hunger he often had before he rocked her world. How could he be up in his tux thinking about sex at 3 in the morning? Did this man feel any fatigue? He had hosted his company’s New Year’s bash. Unlike prior hosts who just played it by the seat of their pants, Greg had put in serious preparation. He should be super tired. But he was looking so shower fresh and handsome.

She would have to break his heart tonight. She was tired. She was cranky. She was irritable. She was sleep deprived. She felt dirty from the party. She felt icky from not having had a shower all day. There was no way to ring in the year with any sex.

As she made her way up the stairs, she prepared to push past him and head to bed. A shower was the only planned distraction. Instead, Greg pinned her against the wall in his strong masculine way that left her feeling intoxicated by his scent. His strong courageous scent. Never overstated, but so not understated.

Debbie was feeling annoyed. She wanted Greg but she was super tired. She had spent a full day catering to all these people at the party. All these demands. All these special accommodations. She didn’t have anything else to give to her husband.

She tried to push past him, even gave him that look, but he seemed unaffected by the cold warning her eyes had shot him. Even her pursed lip didn’t register.

Greg knew his wife had given her all to the office. She needed to be recharged. And while on the surface it appeared he was taking from her, he knew his gift to her would help her sleep more calmly. He was going to slowly ease her mind with the skills she most needed.

With boldness, he pressed his chest against her, pinning her to the wall. Leaning in, he took a handful of her bun and pulled. The hair fell back, giving him a better grip, as he tugged her head back. His teeth found their favorite nibble spot. He heard her grunt a groan. She wanted him, but she wasn’t ready to admit it.

While Debbie protested and tried in vain to push back, Greg’s other hand found her thong and swiftly pulled the garment down. The quick bout of quivering told him that she wanted his gift, but she was not yet ready.

Debbie tried to play coy and stepped out of her panties. If he took the bait, like he always did, and bent down to pick up the undies, she’d make her escape to the bathroom to lock the door and unwind in peace. Hubby would get over it. He’d understand.

Yet, Greg knew the playbook all too well. He fiend interest in the undies long enough for her to shift her body. He leaned forward and smiled as he heard her breath escaper her lips forcefully. His shoulder had found it’s mark. What fight Debbie thought she had was now gone.

With his hands now free, Greg placed one on her lower back and the other behind her thigh. Her leg quivered. She was so ticklish. He lifted her over his shoulder and swung her about gently. As she protested and playfully swatted his back, he marched his way to the bathroom, where a hot bath was awaiting her.

No sooner her nose registered the peppermint oils and rose pedals, Greg was placing her down as he pulled her dress off of her. Standing before him naked, she felt a blush wash over her. Stepping quickly out of her heels, she noted the look of disappointment wrinkle behind his eyebrows. He’d get over it, Debbie mumbled to herself.

As she stepped into the tub, the stress of life and the day oozed out of her soul as the hot soapy bubbles caressed her curves and seduced her into a zen place.

The soft music was starting to register. He had thought of everything. She was happy to see him dash out of the bathroom while closing the door behind himself.

Peace.

Finally.

Some time later, the door opened. Greg was carrying a silver platter with her favorite pineapple mango smoothie. He even had her favorite chocolate cookies next to it. He placed the platter on this hook like thing she had not seen before, and to her surprise, it held the plate in place over the bath. She didn’t have to reach for anything. The man had really given a lot of thought to this.

Too bad she was so tired. She wanted to reward him, but she was out of energy.

Greg took off again. She had to wrap this up and get under the covers before he returned. He still had that hungry look on his face. She was not prepared to entertain his needs.

Quickly draining the tub, she finished off with a shower. The desert was amazing. She would need more of that soon, like the very next day.

Once dried, Debbie hastily rushed to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Sure, that was not cool, but she knew he’d get back in anyway. And she’d be asleep by then. He’d understand. She’d make it up to him, eventually.

With the door locked, she dropped the towel and slowly made her way into the bed. She loved feeling that sensation of the bed submitting to her will as she set herself down in it. Slowly getting wrapped up in the blankets and blending into the bed.

Difference this time, however, she felt a presence in the darkened room. As if someone was waiting for her. Before she could turn to face this energy, a leather covered hand touched the small of her back and sent fire storming through all her nerve endings.

Greg had been waiting for her. Her mind was looking for something clever to say, but that electric fire from the leather was short circuiting her language center.

He was pressing with slow powerful determination and held her in place on the bed. Try as she wanted, he was controlling her in place. It felt amazing. It felt freeing. In a way she could not explain. Never had she felt this before. Nor had she ever been touched like this with leather.

Grep spread his fingers and let the palm of his glove hand solidly press itself on her back. Her exclaimed sigh and highly arched back suggested that she was indeed eager to have him fill her.

His other hand found her wetness and pressed gently against her moistened lips. Debbie gasped for air. The sensation was nearly overwhelming her. Worse, he was slowly stroking her in her favorite rhythm. She was getting undone. He was magically taking away her stress and unleashing her imagination.

Greg continued to massage and work his magic as both hands moved and massaged knots and tenderness. She flowed. She moaned. She hoped. He worked on quietly. One hand massaging her back the other stroking her heat to a rousing crescendo.

By the time Greg had properly relaxed her back and massaged her breasts as well as thighs, calves, hips, and arms… there was very little Debbie could do but grin and smile with pleasure. She was so ready to sleep, all relaxed, all limber, all cozy.

Instead, Greg pointed out the obvious, they had not rung in the new year with a toast or well wishes. Not wanting to move, she mumbled her wishes and chuckled out “cheers”. The man was good, but she was not going to service him tonight. Sleep was the agenda.

The snap of a bottle top meant precious little to her. As far as she was concerned, he could toast all by himself or take some sleeping pill and rest his horniness by itself. She had gotten what she needed and was good for the rest of the day.

The sensation of warm oil being poured over her butt crack felt strangely arousing and fun. But… so not the time for it. What was he up to? What was he going to do? If this was the year he’d introduce himself anally to her, he’d be digging himself a grave unlike any he’d ever done before. However, the sensation was really nice. And the caress of the leather glove was perfect.

With now closed eyes, Debbie allowed her mind to start drifting into the most erotic of dreams. The leather hand caressing… occasionally smacking… lovingly squeezing… was tantalizingly hot. The oil. Oh that oil was nice!

Debbie was in heaven.

Even though Debbie was struggling not to grind her hips into the bed, sleep was messing with her focus. Her mind started seeing itself grinding on her hubby. She wanted to feel him inside of her, but she didn’t want to roll over and mess up the awesome feeling of the cozy bed wrapped about her. Greg had made the mistake of covering her upper body with part of the sheets too. She was ready for sleep.

Things lost focus a bit as Greg was tugging at her hips. Maybe he was helping her move up into the bed. Didn’t matter, sleep was just knocking at the door. It was all good.

Eyes snapping wide open, mouth opening fast and jaw slackening, Debbie gripped the bed as if holding on for dear life. She was experiencing a brand new sensation unlike anything she ever imagined or felt. Something foreign was being introduced into her anus. Cold. Hard. Oily.

His hands smacked her booty pretty hard. Whatever that was… pressed deeper. The room was too dark to see anything either. His hand was holding her in check too. She was on all fours but her chest was pressed hard against the bed. He was holding her neck. Firmly in place.

Something sounded like fluids sloshing around a bottle. Liquid spilled around her tush. Whatever it was, cool and silky, flowed down her legs too.

As she protested, he kept her in place and reminded her to be a good girl and do as she was told. Debbie stopped fighting. What was going on? Why was she liking this so much?

Clearly, hubby had shoved something cylindrical and glass inside her anus. Factoring his controlled and suppressed chuckle, that liquid was a drink he had poured… into… wait…

He had shoved a glass up her rear and poured himself a celebratory round of something…

Debbie laughed. He let her go. She protested and asked for his hand back.

With him holding her down again, Greg managed to get a sip of his special soda drink to welcome the new year into full effect.

They both laughed. Whatever he needed, she now felt like she could deliver. He had worked that hard. Why not.

Greg pulled out the glass. Debbie, relieved, thought this was the end of the adventure and that sex would come next. Instead, her eyes once again was popped wide open as his hand found her rear with a strong upward stroke.

He was spanking her with his leather gloved hand. The meter of arousal fell off the charts. She fought back playfully with as much sass as she could muster and his hands delivered multiple rounds. She was flowing. She was needing.

Between rounds of swats, he would check her wetness. Even fingered her a time or three. Once Greg was satisfied that she was sufficiently wet, he found her clit and started to play. Now her feisty side kicked in. She wanted to take control and strip him of his tux. She wanted him now. She was going to have him now.

But his hand held her in place. She fought like a cat boxed into a corner. He flipped her over and held her throat and squeezed. She could not understand the eruption of intense feelings that rocked her near madness of desire. His mouth found her nipple and his tongue danced a hungry tune.

She needed him. Arching her back and raising her hips high, she swayed and begged him to take her. Yet his hands worked more magic and was nearly blinding her with heat.

Then.

Then…

Then… he pinched her clit.

Debbie couldn’t hold herself anymore. She tugged at his hand around her neck to break free. She was going to forcefully take from him what she wanted.

But then, Greg undid her and totally shattered her. Not only did he pinch that much harder, while biting on her nipple, he fully inserted two fingers into her and found her spot. Her body instantly convulsed manically. She was near the edge. She needed his cock deeply pressed into her.. But he was not letting her have what she was demanding.

Unexpectedly, Greg pulled back totally and stood up.

Debbie’s eyes wild with fire and near rage of sexual heat searched the room. She couldn’t find whatever she was looking for. Locking her eyes on him, she sat up and repositioned herself on her hind quarters, ready to pounce. Greg didn’t move.

Without warning, Debbie launched herself on him. He was prepared. He was ready. He caught her in mid flight and spun her around and pinned her at the foot of the bed. Now on her knees, he secured her hands behind her back despite her lashing and thrashing about. Once secured, he gagged her with the new ball he had gotten.

Debbie could scarcely keep up with all the sensations as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Before she could scoot away, he grabbed at her ankle and secured it to something somewhat heavy. Then, the other ankle was secured despite her best effort to wiggle free. As her mind soaked in the notion that this heavy thing was a bar that held her legs spread apart… her wetness flowed all the more down her legs.

Greg lovingly moved her about the bed as he finished securing the last of the pieces he had planned. Debbie was completely secured and not going anywhere. The struggle was over. Her mind was getting strangely quiet.

The hum of a vibe raised her temperature as he started to play with her. Orchestrating wave after wave of pleasure that filled her to her limits.

Just before she exploded and came, Greg paused. He looked at his masterpiece. She was beautiful. Soaked. Dripping. Heaving. Glistening. Glowing. The limited light was bouncing perfectly over her curves. Head down, wrists secured by her knees, butt high in the air. She looked perfect.

He removed her gag. He wanted to hear his name when he brought her to her peak arousal. He needed to hear that chorus ring loudly in the room.

She was begging him to finish her. He was denying her the chance to cum in that very moment. He had one last trick up his sleeve. But first, he had to cool her off. Finding what he needed, he poured more oil on her. She tried to squirm. Her pleading voice was sending a lot of heat his way.

He replaced the shot glass as she moaned and said words that can’t be typed. Rough translation, she was very grateful for the sensations.

The point was not the cup, it was the overflow of cold fluid to cool her. That cooling touch of flowing water shot her temperature off the graph. She was slipping over the edge with desire. He was watching all her muscles spasm in desperate calls to him to take her. But she was not quite ready.

Toweling her dry, Greg took a moment to let his lady breath. She was not thrilled, based on the words flowing from her mouth. He took off his tux. She saw and flushed red. She was waiting eagerly to be taken.

But there was something left to do. Slowly placing himself into position at the bottom of the bed, Greg slid his legs between hers. Taking his time, he “lowered” himself such that his head was between her legs. Had her hands not been so secured, she would have lifted up her torso and given him head, as they were now nearly in the perfect 69 position. Instead, he decided to drink himself some sweet honey from his lady.

His tongue unleashed serious lashings that quivered her soul. He was taking her in and enjoying every single drip she flowed. He was savoring the beginning of a festive new year. He was enjoying the way the walls of her vagina throbbed and squeezed around his tongue. He took notes of how her hips moved and her pelvis swayed… looking for more… aching for more.

His hands, now gloveless, was exploring all her curves and savoring their nuanced changes as the supportive muscles danced against the restraints he had in place. His name was getting called ever louder as he moved her that much closer to the edge of her threshold.

Just before she slipped over the edge, he stopped and slowly pulled himself away… fully aware that his own member was not thrilled to be removed from the comfort of her heaving breasts.

Debbie was exclaiming her protest in many colorful words from many languages she knew of. With a strong hand around the back of her neck and a supportive hand across her chest, he lifted his lady up and repositioned her. A few more adjustments later, she was in a far more comfortable position.

He then moved toward her, then kissed her like his life depended on it. Debbie savored and devoured his lips. She felt her soul being snatched with every slipping breath. How she wanted him. How she needed him. Tears started to flow. She depended totally on him for her pleasure.

Greg pulled way.

Stood.

Paused. Then slowly moved behind her. She could feel the radiating heat. His hands holding her hips. He was ready to dive in. But he was waiting.

The crashing thud of her hear-beat drowned out every sound in the room. Greg was watching and struggling to hold himself. He could take her now, but she was not ready enough.

His fingers found her lips. He parted them. Played with them. Even placed the head of his member against them. Letting the throbbing of his soul pulsate against the gates of heaven… a very slippery wet heaven’s gates.

But she was not ready. Even if she was squeezing her muscles trying to pull him in. He knew she was not yet ready.

Debbie bit the bed with all her might. She wanted to explode. She wanted to cum. She was beyond ready. But, he must not be, she had to wait. She was focusing all her might and energy into waiting. It was hard work, it was very very pleasurable work at that.

She was so focused on holding herself from cumming that she was not aware that he had released her from her bonds. He lifted her, moved her into a more comfortable position on the bed, kissed her, caressed her, held her as she willed her body to hold on just a few more moments.

Lifting her legs up and planting her knees into her chest, he rested his pulsating eager member at the doors of heaven. She looked up at him and locked gaze with him.

She was ready.

His smile appeared. His eyes lit up. She grabbed his arms and pulled him. He held station. She ease up her hold.

He stayed put. He was barely holding on himself. He was starting to tremble. He was breaking down. She placed her hands around his face. Looking deeply into his soul, she smiled back at him and relaxed completely.

Now she was ready. Now she was fully at ease.

With locked gazes, he plunged deep and hard into her. The flash widening of her iris confirmed her readiness. He dove in deeply. Each dive filled with authority. Each pull back was layered with care, love, and desire. He could barely hold himself, but he had to. He had to deliver exactly what she needed, and what she needed was to have all that residual stressed knocked clear out of her.

So, knock he did. Pounding authority. Gritted teeth. Grunts of glory. Groans of gratitude. Power dives. Intense deliverance.

She slipped further and further over the edge, but she held on with every single fiber of her being as she looked deep into his soul. He was saving her. He was rescuing her. The were merging into one. They were becoming perfectly harmoniously one.

“NOW” he exclaimed in a deep guttural hiss of a commanding boom.

With a bite of her lower lips, she released everything she had pent up inside. She exploded as he erupted. The two shuttered and quivered under the seismic load of the unification of souls. He continued to pound round after round as he wanted to be sure she got everything she could from him. He had to make sure she was thoroughly pleased.

Wave after wave of orgasms rocked her spirit down to her soul. She held him as tightly as she could. She wanted him to feel her appreciation, her gratitude, her love.

Some time later, when the sun was up, and the birds were singing, the two woke up in each other’s arms. Debbie realized she was too sore to get up and get anything for her man. He was aware of her struggle to rise. He scarce could move himself. However, it was his job to see to it that she was OK. He got up and got her a glass of water to drink.

With some assistance, they made their way to the bathroom. Once refreshed and revitalized, he grabbed her booty. She yelped with glee. They locked eyes.

He lifted her and carried her back to bed. This time, with a small sweet voice, she asked to please him. He had no objection at all to this polite request. It was not long before his eyes were rolling into the back of his head as he held her head firmly in place as she took every single drop of his soul right along with his seed.

Greg knew in that moment that they would never make it to breakfast. He needed to savor his own breakfast in bed. Debbie thought she had left him spent as she curled herself next to him. To her surprise, he was up and lifting her.

Before she could ask what was going on, he had her on her back and pinned down as his mouth found her wetness and went to down rolling her eyes back deeply into her head.

Breakfast was served.

It would be hours before these two were able to make their way out of the room to find the couch. Too spent to do much, they turned on Netflix and the chill started all over again.

Lunch was served!

By the time the evening came, it was clear that their voices were gone and that food would have to wait. It was time to snack on some sweet savory love making to properly close out the first day of the year.

Happy New Year!!!!!!