I pull up to your house and smile as I watch you come out. You are wearing the jeans and white top that I love so much. Your hair is in a bandanna, and you smile as you cock your head to the side and wink at me. I find myself staring at you as you walk towards me, you movements are slow and deliberate, you know what I’m thinking and you are enjoying it.
We have decided to go for a ride on my Harley. We’re alone, and you suggested that we both ride on my bike. We have no plans, just a ride, both of us knowing that we want more than just a ride. Read more…
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Tina:
My fantasy involves an ultra suave and sophisticated mature man with dashing looks and impeccable manners sweeping me off my feet in a whirlwind of romance. He will wine and dine me in a style to which I am yet to be accustomed. His conversation will be witty and interesting. He will be beautifully dressed in bespoke shirts and suits and wear just a hint of expensive aftershave.
By the time the meal is over I’ll be so wrapped up in him that I will be putty in is hands. When he suggests we go up to his hotel suite I eagerly agree. He pours us a glass of port and invites me to sit next to him on the sofa. I look into his deep blue eyes and feel a shiver of desire course through me. My animal instinct start to surface. I want this man. I want to feel him close and feel his power and urgency moving within me. Read more…
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Nicole grabbed my stiffening cock and pulled me upstairs to the bedroom, where a king-sized bed awaited us. She sat down on the bed”s corner, putting her face level with my erection. With one hand, she stroked my throbbing length and fingered herself with the other, while her mouth brought me to full hardness for her requested activity.
After a few more minutes of exquisite sucking and licking, she pulled her finger from her dripping cunt. She looked up into my eyes as she put it in her mouth, tasting her own sweet nectar, then she took it out and resumed blowing me. Suddenly I felt her hand between my legs - her wet finger traced the rim of my asshole before slowly sliding up inside. I was now rock hard and ready to fuck anything she wanted, and Nicole knew it. Read more…
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Did you ever wonder what it is that makes you do something that you otherwise would never have done? Is it something that you ate or drank that gives you the idea? Is it the time of day, or the weather conditions, or the way you’re dressed that inspires you to get up off your duff and do something? Or is it some sort of sixth sense that prompts you to go ahead and take a chance? Maybe it was all of the above that spurred me to get cleaned up and slip down to the lounge on that cool wet night in Cleveland. It came during a trade show a couple of years back when my partner and I had returned to our rooms following a reception at another hotel hosted by an industry association. Read more…
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“So are you interested or what?”
I let the words ring in my wireless headset for a moment as I contemplated the request. I was interested, sort of, but really preferred to stick with only my current commitment.
“Listen,” Tim said, “It’ll be fun, I promise. It’s a more laid back style of play and you’ll have fun. It’s a good break from the intensity of men’s league, and you get to play with women.”
What my buddy was referring to was playing for his co-rec softball team on Friday nights. I already played in a high skill league on Tuesday’s and co-rec was often kind of laid back for me. I like to compete and win. Playing with women and being all nice on the field would be hard for my competitive nature and I always pictured softball women as being 30 pounds overweight and looking more like linebackers than real women. But what the hell, I could always use the extra at bats and it may just be fun. Read more…
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He was still tense. The muscles of his arms bulged like ropes stretched tight under his skin. He looked back over his shoulder at Stan. He was staring at his ass with a big grin on his face. He squirted more grease on his fingers, pulled his ass cheeks apart and smeared it on his asshole. Fred groaned ad laid his forehead on the bed.
“Jesus. I can’t believe I’m doing this. If the guys at the shop find out about this I’m finished.”
Stan chuckled and Fred looked back at him over his shoulder. Read more…
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My roommate, Rob, was out of town that weekend, but that didn’t stop me from hanging out with Rob. There was another Rob that we hung out with pretty frequently and I ended up going out with him and Hugh that Saturday night. After a few hours at the bars, drinking a number of beers but failing miserably with the women, Hugh headed home and Rob and I headed to his house to crash. Rob and his older sister, Carolyn, still lived with their parents, which made sense since the house was so damn big and it was rent-free. They also had a really choice guest room. Read more…
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I was walking down Gamut Street in London, carefully avoiding the chewing gum and vomit on the pavement. It had rained last night - the flagstones shone darkly, and were ever so slightly treacherous. As such, my eyes were mostly on the ground, only occasionally stealing glances at the posters advertising last year’s rock/pop concerts, at the drunks reeling by, at the people walking past me. And, of course, at the girls walking past me.
It’s an exquisite little thrill, walking down the street with all your muscles feeling loose and ready, yourself feeling confident and handsome. You start with the face, taking in the eyes and nose and, naturally, the mouth, some processing segment of your brain resolving all those dimensions and co-ordinates instantaneously to tell you if this one is “pretty” or “not”. Then the rove, slow or fast depending on the situation, judging the quality of the breasts, the legs, the stomach. Now back up, for your eyes to meet as you pass, a flickering glance that both of you delay so that the other looks first. When you’re behind, never to meet again, maybe you glance backwards to check out her ass. Maybe you catch her doing the same. Read more…
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The following morning, a text message was waiting for me on my mobile, it was from Tracy, wanting to know if she could come over with a present for me, I rang her back, and told her she was welcome anytime, she said it would take her about 30 minutes to get here, I waited with bated breath to find out what this present was
The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and in walked Tracy, followed by her sister Sharon
“So what can I do for you guys,” I asked
“I’ve brought you a present”
“Oh yes, what is it” Read more…
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A few weeks after losing my virginity to a certain rock star who shall remain nameless (unless you want to go back and read Chapter 3,) I met my future husband on a blind date. I was completely unimpressed.
William was the twin brother of my best friend Carrie’s then-boyfriend Bobby. I learned with disappointment, however, that they were not identical twins. Bobby was hot, a real live fireman with ash-blond good looks, gym-pumped muscles and (Carrie assured me) a huge cock. The brothers were a bit older than us, somewhere well into their thirties, but while Bobby was boyishly handsome, William was prematurely balding. He had thick glasses and slight paunch. He was shabbily dressed and poorly shaved. Read more…
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