Love Like There’s No Tomorrow


I am in love, hungry, and spent. Adam branded every inch of my being, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, by taking me to unbelievable heights of passion in the last half hour. I only had coffee that morning and was too nervous to eat during the 4-hour flight from Manila to Bangkok as I knew that I promised Adam that I will free myself from worries, inhibitions, and concerns when I become his lover for a week.

My pussy is blissfully sore, the lips swollen and moist, and my hips ache after Adam spent the last half hour ramming his enormous and hard cock in and out of my soaking wet and tight pussy. I came several times that I was sobbing and weak, clinging helplessly to him as he went out of control and mercilessly rammed his cock in and out of me. His size made it painfully tight for me to take him, but each time he slammed his hips against my pelvis, a warm feeling builds up at the pit of my stomach that the pain mingled with the pleasure in a mind-shattering way. When we were both spent, I felt that my hips and pussy were stretched to the limit. Adam snuggled closer and drew me to his chest. It was the first time I experienced having my bare breasts rub against soft hair on a man’s chest and it was arousing to say the least. I was to learn in the coming days that my breasts were among the most sensitive parts of my body. Adam only had to brush against them, cup them, squeeze them and suck them, and my eyes glaze and my pussy is ready to take him.

When I reached for the sheets to cover my nakedness, Adam was so amused, but he understood. I also started to feel hungry so we decided that we’ll go out and grab something to eat. Adam handed me a robe with smiling eyes, he understood that walking around naked was not something I am used to. As I showered, he decided to join me and groaned when he saw the water flowing from my breasts down to my pussy and he got hard, so turned on that he reached for the soap and started soaping my body and then his hand went for my pussy and my knees felt weak that I had to lean to him for support. He murmured ‘Too soon, too soon Darling, I don’t want to hurt you. God help me, but I want you again, now!” He turned me around so that my back was to him and he continued to soap me, while his right hand massaged my pussy, where my pussy’s juices was unmistakably soaking his hand and my clitoris engorged in arousal. He reached for my breast, and held my waist as he rubbed his 8-inch cock back and forth against my pussy, just nudging but not entering me. He turned the water on full blast, first warm, then cold and rinsed both of us. He wrapped a fluffy towel around me and led me back to the bedroom.

When we were at the foot of the bed, he peeled the towel off me and asked me to rub him dry. He looked at my breasts, the nipples dark and hard, my body betraying me with obvious signs of arousal. He leaned forward, “Darling, I’m sorry but I have to take you again,” and then devoured my mouth in a deep kiss. I thought he was pushing me to lie on the bed facing him, instead, he suddenly turned me around,and helped me kneel on all four on the bed, my breasts hanging heavy with want. And then I felt the rounded tip of his cock, probing my pussy from the back, I panicked as I have never been taken from the back before, so he stopped and just rubbed the entire length of his cock against the swollen and juicy lips of my pussy, nudging my clitoris each time and making me clench down there in reflex. I moaned and barely finished uttering his name when he entered me in one deep thrust, that I gasped in surprise at just how huge his cock was that I felt like he impaled me with an enormous club. He withdrew his cock and I let out a breath of relief when he rammed into me again, deeper, pushing deeper and harder each time that I was moaning from the pain and the tightness of our fit as well as from the mindless pleasure it was giving me. Adam was groaning each time I tightened around him, in reflex and by instinct. I moaned and cried out his name, as my hands grabbed the sheets and the bed rest for support. I was coming fast that I did not realize that Adam has stopped ramming my pussy with his cock because I was the one pushing back and forth against his pelvis, my pussy pushing back and forth against his enormous cock!

Adam spanked my buttocks lightly as I could not control myself anymore, moving my hips forward and back while he watched his huge cock go in and out of my wet pussy. I was crying out his name as I came and just when I was slowing down, Adam picked up the pace and started ramming my pussy without mercy, and when I started to tighten around him again, he leaned forward and reached for my breasts as he slammed deeper into me, I arched my back, and Adam groaned “that’s right Darling Marikit, come for me! Come for me! Darling, come for me! Good! Now, again…again…” I was sobbing his name as I tightened my pussy around his cock. Adam was wildly slamming against me, “..ohhh, that’s right, do that again….and again…now!”. And he came, I felt his warm juices filling and shooting inside me, trickling down my thigh.

We both collapsed on the bed, warm, our hearts beating fast, and my thighs wet with sex.

We did not trust ourselves to shower again. Adam gently wiped my pussy and my thighs and helped me get up to get dressed. When I was putting on panties, he lovingly leaned towards me and told me “This is the first and last time you are wearing panties when we are together. I want to know that you are bare, naked, and mine when we are together. Promise me that!”. I nodded and he embraced me and kissed me. We went down to a small cafe for an early dinner. It was only 5pm, and it seems that the day has just began for us.


The Accidental Mistress

There is that lover that changes the way you make love forever. I met mine over ten years ago and within the first taste of that kind of burning passion that consumes you with lust and love, I knew I would never settle for anything less in a lover, ever.

Adam and I met at a trade meeting where he was the speaker, and even though I did not completely understand it at the time, the moment our eyes met, I felt that heightened awareness for a man, and was completely drawn towards him. I was not expecting to be attracted to him, especially with the age gap; he was in his 40s and I was in my late 20s. His arm accidentally brushed against mine and I mentally jumped at the sensation, remembering it vividly. We communicated about business in the ensuring weeks, but one time he commended, perhaps made in passing, that my name makes him think it is apt for a Bond girl, and that’s when the tone of our electronic conversations changed. We talked about anything and everything, and somehow there was something so sexual about our exchange that even a popular children’s bear character got twisted into “bare” and every other subject that amused us assumed a sexual tone. Everything was subtle, a suggestion of desires and longing that soon, the attraction that was lurking beneath the surface broke free. There was a contained mix of emotions, excitement, fear, lust, and somewhere along the way, I knew I have already fallen for him.

I knew he was married and has a family, just as I knew that I wanted him without expectations or judgment on my part. I tried to keep my feelings to myself and resisted the urge to give in to the attraction that was drawing us like moths to a flame. There were times when I stopped answering him because it was the right thing to do, but he would have none of it. We both felt the same way towards each other and there was no way we were going through our separate lives without ever making love to each other. We were living in different continents, where we each maintain a good reputation in our respective communities. We decided to meet in Bangkok, where he was traveling on business, and we didn’t know anyone there.

I have had a lover before but somehow that did not categorically make me an experienced lover. I have lived a sheltered life,  coming from a conservative religious family in the Philippines. Having a lover before marriage was frowned upon and so even though I felt that I was open to the contrary, sex was not something I readily and openly engaged in. I was untrained in bed, but I was always honest with myself and with my boyfriend before, that faking an orgasm was out of the question. Adam knew my background and respected my inhibitions, but he only asked me that on our once in a lifetime meeting in Bangkok, that I let go and just let things be between us, wherever it may take us on that one week that could be our only time together. And so with trepidation, I agreed and asked him in return, that should I, at any time, want to stop and decide not to be intimate with him, that he would respect and accept that decision. He agreed to it.

His first request was that I don’t wear panties when I arrive in Bangkok, where he will meet me at the airport. I agreed to this, but at the last minute, I decided to wear panties, for fear of any unexpected turn of event at the airport. I arrived at around 3 in the afternoon. I was wearing a skirt with a matching corporate jacket over an orange knit top and sensible pumps. I had my thick hair with big curls down, the length reaching my bra line at the back, and just my sunglasses perched on top of my head. From the crowd, I saw him, smiling and welcoming, and only realized he was really more handsome than I remembered from that first meeting. My knees weakened at the sight of him, his lean muscular arms were so sexy, and his jeans suggested strong and muscular thighs. His lean frame in all 5 feet 11 inches of him was tall to my round and brown frame of 5 feet 3 inches. I was excited but also a bit apprehensive as I felt small compared to him.

He looked at me and told me I was beautiful, and he kissed me on the lips, in public. He chuckled when he realized that I was so embarrassed. I have always been reserved about such public displays of affection. I only had my hand-carried luggage and my laptop with me, which surprised and at the same time impressed him. I was actually planning to do some shopping in Bangkok and thought that I should travel light on my way there. We got into the back of the car provided by the hotel. He looked so happy and I was timid because I knew what was on his mind, our no-panties agreement. He touched my knee, and told me how happy he was to see me, and asked if I was wearing panties. I explained why I could not, and he inched his hand up my thigh and I turned red and looked at the back of the head of the driver. Adam understood and just left his hand where it was, halfway up my inner thigh. By then, I was soaking wet with want and could hardly think straight.

We arrived at the hotel and when we were alone in the elevator, he stood behind me and put his arms around me and brushed his lips against my neck, and then pulled me to him. I could feel his arousal pressing against the top of my buttocks and was excited and at the same time apprehensive as I could feel his length, wondering if it would hurt when he enters me.

We got into our suite, and he helped me with my things and then came back to me, with a nervous smile and kissed me. A kiss that was supposed to be just a welcome kiss turned into a deep kiss, and the moment it turned into a torrid kiss, his tongue pushing against mine in a kiss so passionate that I instinctively clung to his muscular arms for support while he continued to kiss me deeply. He pulled me to him and grabbed my buttocks, squeezed them gently and against him, so I could feel him so hard and ready for me.

Without a word, he ended the kiss and pulled me to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. He took his shirt off and I marveled at the soft hair on his chest. His muscles rippled, and his flat abs narrowed down before it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. I did not know how, but by then I was already barefoot. He knelt in front of me and kissed me again and I kissed him back. He pulled my jacket off, and pushed my orange tank up to expose my lace covered breasts. I was caught off guard when I realized we were going to make love with the room washed in broad daylight – a first for me. I tried to cross my arms to cover my breasts, but he unclasped my bra at the back and sprung my breasts free from the lace and looked at me for a moment before taking one breast in his mouth and sucked deeply, while his hand cupped and alternately squeezed and caressed my other breast. He was surprised at the fullness of my breasts and how firm they were. My nipples were darker when aroused, hard and so sensitive that I could not control myself and moaned and arched my back and parted my legs so he could be closer. In one quick movement he peeled my blouse and threw my lace bra aside and continued with his onslaught of my breasts, murmuring how beautiful, full, and delightfully heavy my breasts were. I could not think straight as I was not able to understand the pleasure that was shooting within me as he sucked my breasts greedily. When he sucked too hard, he would pacify me after by licking my burgeoning brown nipples.

Just when I was arching my back, he raised my tight skirt up to my waist and pushed my panties down my legs and threw them on the floor. He suddenly pushed me down on the bed and parted my legs wide. I was taken by surprise, and to my shock and before I could protest, he lowered his mouth to my pussy. I have never done this before, and tried desperately to cover my pussy, so ashamed that I was so wet that the wetness soaked through my panties earlier. I felt his breath on my pussy’s wet and glistening curls, I tried to close my legs but he held them firmly wide apart, and then I felt it – the tip of his tongue licking the entire length of the wet lips there, and could not control a deep moan. He teased me mercilessly, by running his tongue back and forth the length of my then swollen and wet lips. I was rolling my head from side to side, going mad with want that I did not realize I was already spreading my legs open and wider and pushed my knees up while he placed his hands underneath my buttocks and held me firmly while he licked me all the way to my swollen clitoris, up and down, back and forth. Then he paused for a split second and before I could think, he thrust his tongue inside me that I had to bite my lips from screaming and came almost at the same time. He thrust his tongue in and out of me and I came a second time, I was sobbing his name by the time he stopped. He sat  on the bed, leaning on his elbow and caressed me until I caught my breath and my heart beat settled to a steady pace.

He laughed when I could not look straight into his eyes and just buried my face against his chest. We talked, spoke about my travel while his arm was placed comfortably around my waist. Then his hand went down between my thighs, and gently cupped my pussy. I got tense so he kissed me deeply in the mouth while his finger was probing the lips of my pussy, and before long I was embarrassingly wet again, so wet that it seemed I had no control over my body anymore. He teased me until I could not take it anymore that I looked at him and begged him; ‘please, Adam, please’. He stood up and got our of his jeans, he was not wearing anything underneath! His hard cock sprang free and he was huge, all 8 inches, thick, hard, and throbbing, that I did not realize that I backed away from him. Before I could think, he went on top of me and sucked one breast deep into his mouth, while his hand parted my thighs and pushed my knees up so that he’s cradled between my hips. he then squeezed my other breast and sucked the other, while his other hand was nudging the nub of my clitoris. I was going mad from all the sensations, when I felt his cock take the place of his hand and at first, gently nudged the lips apart, then nudged the wet lips gently with its thick tip, then he pushed it in gently inch by inch. I held my breath when I felt his hips gently rocking back and forth, pushing the head of his cock deeper each time, stretching me wider that it was beginning to hurt because he was huge. I felt him deep inside me that I thought his entire length was already inside me, then he withdraw his entire length and in one precise movement, he rammed my pussy with his entire cock in one deep thrust that I screamed from the pain. I felt that he was tearing me apart with his enormous cock, thick and hard, I could feel being stretched to the limit. He kissed me deeply, to muffle my scream. It was then that I realized that he was only halfway in earlier when he gently entered me but because I was so tight he decided that he needed to ram his entire cock in one deep thrust. He withdrew halfway and pushed his cock deeper inside me, and started to gently thrust in and out of me, building up his pace, faster, and deeper. He was madly ramming my pussy with his engorged cock, so rampant that I thought I was going to bleed from the onslaught. Before I knew it, by reflex, I was clenching my pussy around his cock and meeting his thrusts. In a few strokes, I clutched at his arms and clung to him as I came in a screaming orgasm. He continued to ram me harder and deeper and I came again…, and again…, and again that by the fourth time, I was rolling my head from side to side, soaked in a thin glimmer of sweat as I mindlessly begged him not to stop. Each thrust hurt, but it hurt so good, I was tight but I was wet and at a certain point I lost it, moaning and screaming his name, as I desperately clung to him.

I was already sobbing his name and helplessly clinging to him, with my legs locked around him, my pussy clenching his cock, some of my juices being squeezed out of my pussy in a thin trickle every time he thrust in and out of me. He let go and came inside me. I could feel his seed, hot, bursting in spurts and filling me while he groaned deeply until he was spent.

When he pulled himself out of me, I was shaking and weakly clinging to him. I knew then that I was never going to be same woman that I was before he made love to me. We both knew that our plan of having this one time meeting will be the first of many and that I have just become his mistress.

I might have as well traveled with no luggage because on that week, he would give me several firsts in the art of making love. Within 24 hours, I gave in and gave up wearing panties for the rest of the week. I was blissfully sore, the lips of my pussy swollen, and my body ached all over. I was a shameless wanton in his arms.