The Sebring Chronicles

Thunderfucking

 

Here are adventures of straight men and women exploring lust wherever they find it. Some find it outside of marraige, others in their daily adventures. References to bisexual activities (FF or MM) are kept to a minimum if present at all. Where there is a little bi-curious, it's MM for the woman who wants stories of multiple M partners. For group, bi and FF activity of all kinds see Annie Sebring's Stories.

Some of these stories are variants of those found in the Annie Sebring Stories section and are suffixed with MF. References to FF activities have been removed for the Chronicles reader. Duplicates not annotated thus are intentionally ambiguous or exclusive to the Chronicles. Some of these are first person, sometimes third.

 

 

On Deck

Stories in development or ideas awaiting inspiration. Remember to write for women. Lead up with intense desire on the guys part to have THE girl. That's the fantasy, to be desired to the exclusion of others. Being watched is a kind of validation of desire. Strong leading men.

We need some additional background stock to include the male form.

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YOU AND I ON THE DECK IN THE RAIN

This is the Thunderfucking story. Slippery, warm night, maybe a continuation of Storm Light. Maybe it's what happens during the week's stay. It's definately a study in slippery.

While we had been kissing, we lost track of the approaching storm until it was too late. The rain made it's presence known first by way of a gentle hissing as it pummelled the calm ocean waters.

"Uh oh."

"Stay" she said.

She walked towards the rain, arms and face in the air. It poured down on her. I wathced her spin playfully in the rain and brush her now soaking hair back off her face. She ran back up to our nest and brought the rain with her.

She returned to me even more slippery than she'd left. I stood waiting for her, stroking myself taking in the shower temperature rain myself.

She turned away from me to watch the storm develop. I came up behind her and wrapped her in my arms, my hands wandering her stomach and chest. I nuzzled into her neck and planted a line of kisses from her ear to her shoulder. She leaned forward putting her hands on a large piece of driftwood that had graced our hiding place. The rain danced off her back, flowing around her butt cheeks and down her legs.

I put my hands on her hips and glided them over her slick rain covered skin. My palms maintained smooth, even preassure while my fingers I traced under the soaked shirt up to her bra line and back down again via her stoamch, then to her crotch adn I rubbed the flat of my entire hand over her mons, pressing slightly on her hood. Two fingers opened her vagina and I brought moisture up and slowly opened her clit, applying gentle circular motions. She thrust her pussy into my hand.

I had brought my hips closer and ran my stiff, soaked cock on the back of her thighs. I hadn't yet manuevered it between her legs. There was plenty of time for that. I stepped t one side and brought my other hand to her

 

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CITY TOURISM - A DAY OF FOREPLAY

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HIKING - A DAY OF FOREPLAY

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TRAVELLING - A DAY OF FOREPLAY

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After The Reception - MF

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Touch Therapy - MF

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Silk Kimonos - A Restaurant - MF

A wet and messy party in an exclusive restaurant built for the purpose.

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WHAT!

I unbottoned my jeans and pulled them off, standing there as bare as I usually wanted to be. I gently rubbed my quickly stiffening cock. The velvety skin, slipping over my increasing hardness as I wrapped my left hand around the girth of my shaft. The feeling is so over overwhelming, even when I don't touch it. She was stunned. But she didn't turn away, or become angry as I feared. I walked ovre to her. I wanted her. I wanted to experience her a little bit at a time.

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AH, AIRLINES - MF

The stewardess opened her shirt to me in the back of the empty airplane. She bit her lip as she grinned at me. The curve of her breast was accented by the edge of her bra and the white shirt. I couldn't see, but I could imagine. "Let me help," she reached and released her front clasp. Now, the bottom edge of her breast showed and the shirt traced lines down her bare midriff. "Afraid?" "No. Just savoring." She laughed out loud. I touched just below her left breast with two fingers and traced slowly up and to my right until it all rested in my palm. I opened the gap in my fingers and released her nipple. I traced her areola with the elbows of my fingers, arousing her nipples without touching them ... She left me a card when she passed me making her rounds. I'll be calling.

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