He hears his office door close and then the unusual sound of the lock clicking. Still, he doesn't stop working. Focused on the documents before him, he knows they need his attention. He's been working so much, too hard lately.
He needs a break and definitely needs a release.
I say nothing, just quietly walk toward him thinking of the prize.
I kneel down beside his chair and place my hand over his crotch. I feel his nice, heavy cock and balls. He keeps working.
I unzip his pants, reach in, and pull his cock out over his boxers.
It's beautiful, semi-hard, thick, heavy. A tiny hint of pre-cum at the opening, and I rub it around his head, making the round orb of pleasure glisten.
I stroke the full length of him, up and down, until he is so rock hard he can barely stand it.
He's finally stopped typing and he looks down at me as I look up at him. Our eyes locked and our faces in devilish smiles.
I unzip my own pants, let them drop, and pull my now throbbing cock out, stroking it gently as I place my tongue at the opening of his glorious member.
He always does this to me...the taste of him sending me into a state of hungry desire.
I kiss his shaft down to his ample balls, and then kiss and suck and lick his salty, smooth sack. My tongue traces a circle around each ball and then a line all the way up to his head.
I cup his balls as my mouth forms a suction against his hot flesh and I'm rocking up and down on him. His hand is on my head, guiding my pace.
I feel his body stiffen and I move my mouth to his head, circling carefully. The first thrust, a burst, thick, hot semen on my tongue, down my throat. My own cock so hard and so ready.
I stand and smile at him, then kiss his waiting mouth as I stroke my cock, our tongues dancing with hunger as his own cock is now semi-hard and still beautiful. His mouth on mine, seeing his cock, his salty taste on my lips, I can't hold back, and I cum in thick, hot spurts on the floor.
One more kiss, I zip up and I leave him there, my cum next to his chair, his pants down and his cock still out.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Monday, December 10, 2018
After the Exam
He told her he'd have a surprise for her after her final final exam.
The day was cold, bone-chilling. A brisk wind dampened any heat from the mid-morning sun.
She texted him she was done.
He told her she'd see his Lincoln Navigator in the parking lot and to open the back door.
She wore boots, black leggings, and a bright blue hoodie. She was bundled for the weather but still quite cold.
She opened the door of his car -- sitting in the parking lot on campus, students streaming out of buildings on the last day of exams.
He was sitting in the seat, a t-shirt and no pants on.
His cock was rock hard and huge, and he was stroking it gently.
He never stopped as he said: "How was your test?"
All she wanted was that big cock. She closed the door and her mouth was on him.
He kept his hand on the base of his cock as he fed it to her.
She could feel the wetness rising inside her and knew she wanted him.
She told him to lay down and he complied.
Seeing that glistening cock, fresh with the shine of her saliva drove her wild.
She eased her leggings down, revealing she wore no panties, even on a cold day like this.
He always instructed her not to wear panties, to be accessible. And she always complied.
His head was against the door handle as she eased that raging cock inside her tight, very wet pussy.
She forgot all about the questions she'd missed, the frustration as he opened her wide with his thick, heavy cock.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, feel him holding back.
His thumb rubbed her clit as she rode him slowly at first, then urgently.
Her thighs squeezed tight against his and pushed his cock deeper inside as she begin grinding on him.
He was deep inside, hungry, but let her set the pace.
As he rubbed her clit in rhythm to their fucking, she began to climax.
The sound of her deep, hungry moans sent him over the edge and he began shooting loads of hot cum deep inside her.
She came on top of him, collapsed, and embraced him in a ball of warmth, her leggings at her ankles, her body wrapped up tight.
He kissed her and told her it was all over...the semester, anyway. And that he had a surprise for her at home.
She realized he'd brought no pants.
He climbed into the front seat and drove her home, his cock exposed and getting hard again as she rubbed his thigh.
The day was cold, bone-chilling. A brisk wind dampened any heat from the mid-morning sun.
She texted him she was done.
He told her she'd see his Lincoln Navigator in the parking lot and to open the back door.
She wore boots, black leggings, and a bright blue hoodie. She was bundled for the weather but still quite cold.
She opened the door of his car -- sitting in the parking lot on campus, students streaming out of buildings on the last day of exams.
He was sitting in the seat, a t-shirt and no pants on.
His cock was rock hard and huge, and he was stroking it gently.
He never stopped as he said: "How was your test?"
All she wanted was that big cock. She closed the door and her mouth was on him.
He kept his hand on the base of his cock as he fed it to her.
She could feel the wetness rising inside her and knew she wanted him.
She told him to lay down and he complied.
Seeing that glistening cock, fresh with the shine of her saliva drove her wild.
She eased her leggings down, revealing she wore no panties, even on a cold day like this.
He always instructed her not to wear panties, to be accessible. And she always complied.
His head was against the door handle as she eased that raging cock inside her tight, very wet pussy.
She forgot all about the questions she'd missed, the frustration as he opened her wide with his thick, heavy cock.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, feel him holding back.
His thumb rubbed her clit as she rode him slowly at first, then urgently.
Her thighs squeezed tight against his and pushed his cock deeper inside as she begin grinding on him.
He was deep inside, hungry, but let her set the pace.
As he rubbed her clit in rhythm to their fucking, she began to climax.
The sound of her deep, hungry moans sent him over the edge and he began shooting loads of hot cum deep inside her.
She came on top of him, collapsed, and embraced him in a ball of warmth, her leggings at her ankles, her body wrapped up tight.
He kissed her and told her it was all over...the semester, anyway. And that he had a surprise for her at home.
She realized he'd brought no pants.
He climbed into the front seat and drove her home, his cock exposed and getting hard again as she rubbed his thigh.
Monday, December 3, 2018
Still My Favorite
She kissed him and told him he was still her favorite.
He smiled.
He was on top of and still inside her. Semi-hard, body on fire.
This .. this was lovemaking. Slow, gentle, passionate.
She'd guided him inside her. Their embrace was complete. He held her and looked into her eyes and they kissed.
He moved slowly in and out... wanting to be as close to her as possible, to absorb all of her.
She never wanted it to end. Wanted him to hold her like this, together, all night.
She kissed him with a hunger she hadn't felt in quite some time.
There was no urgency ... They became lovers in that moment.
For him, this was new and wild and wonderful.
Just the night before they'd playfully kissed and teased and touched all over for more than four hours. One or the other would fall asleep, then be awakened with a kiss or a touch or a moan. They'd embrace, kiss, and take off on fire.
And tonight, for the first time, he was inside her.
His hands on her back, holding her to him. Pulling her closer as he neared climax. Looking directly into her eyes ... kissing her as he came deep insider her.
Smiling...almost crying as she told him "you're still my favorite."
He smiled.
He was on top of and still inside her. Semi-hard, body on fire.
This .. this was lovemaking. Slow, gentle, passionate.
She'd guided him inside her. Their embrace was complete. He held her and looked into her eyes and they kissed.
He moved slowly in and out... wanting to be as close to her as possible, to absorb all of her.
She never wanted it to end. Wanted him to hold her like this, together, all night.
She kissed him with a hunger she hadn't felt in quite some time.
There was no urgency ... They became lovers in that moment.
For him, this was new and wild and wonderful.
Just the night before they'd playfully kissed and teased and touched all over for more than four hours. One or the other would fall asleep, then be awakened with a kiss or a touch or a moan. They'd embrace, kiss, and take off on fire.
And tonight, for the first time, he was inside her.
His hands on her back, holding her to him. Pulling her closer as he neared climax. Looking directly into her eyes ... kissing her as he came deep insider her.
Smiling...almost crying as she told him "you're still my favorite."
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
After Dinner
They push back from the small, circular table in front of the window looking out on their backyard.
Their dishes hold only scant remains of a dinner well-enjoyed.
He grabs his whiskey glass and takes a final sip.
As he finishes, she is next to him. Now on her knees.
She unbuckles his thick leather belt as he watches her. Her small hands unzip his khaki pants.
She rubs her hand over the stretchy cotton that holds his growing member.
She pulls him out, admires his thickness, holds him in both hands.
Her tongue teases his bulging head and he lets out a low moan.
With her tongue, he traces the thick vein running from under the head of his cock all the way down to his body.
Then all the way back up, taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue, her lips providing perfect suction.
She takes all of him...all the way down to the base. Back up. Then down. Her hand cupping his balls.
He simply watches her, lets go...relishes the pure pleasure, the moment of bliss.
She looks up at him and their eyes lock.
He places his hands on her head, guides her, slowly... up and down. A bit faster, he's taking her mouth, taking what he wants.
She feels him pulse, feels his energy.
His head grows harder, harder and throbbing and he explodes with a thick coat of semen down her throat, in her mouth. His taste sour, salty, warm.
She looks up at him, his softening cock still in her mouth.
He pulls her up, kisses her.
He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom.
Their dishes hold only scant remains of a dinner well-enjoyed.
He grabs his whiskey glass and takes a final sip.
As he finishes, she is next to him. Now on her knees.
She unbuckles his thick leather belt as he watches her. Her small hands unzip his khaki pants.
She rubs her hand over the stretchy cotton that holds his growing member.
She pulls him out, admires his thickness, holds him in both hands.
Her tongue teases his bulging head and he lets out a low moan.
With her tongue, he traces the thick vein running from under the head of his cock all the way down to his body.
Then all the way back up, taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue, her lips providing perfect suction.
She takes all of him...all the way down to the base. Back up. Then down. Her hand cupping his balls.
He simply watches her, lets go...relishes the pure pleasure, the moment of bliss.
She looks up at him and their eyes lock.
He places his hands on her head, guides her, slowly... up and down. A bit faster, he's taking her mouth, taking what he wants.
She feels him pulse, feels his energy.
His head grows harder, harder and throbbing and he explodes with a thick coat of semen down her throat, in her mouth. His taste sour, salty, warm.
She looks up at him, his softening cock still in her mouth.
He pulls her up, kisses her.
He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom.
Monday, November 12, 2018
Like This
She woke up like this.
Her wrists tied together and tied to the metal bed frame over her head. A red silk tie tightly knotted, holding her there.
Completely naked, her ass sore with the sting of his hand.
A single candle burned on the nightstand, and she noticed drips of wax that had hardened around her ankles.
She could still feel every single place his cum had been. Still marinating inside her fragrant pussy. A long streak of it dried on her thigh. In a line down her back to her asshole.
She remembered him fucking her between her breasts... cumming all over her face. She licked the corner of her lips and relished the salty taste of him.
He had cum so much. So much in one night.
And of course, once she had started, she hadn't really stopped.
He'd tied her there after removing her clothes and bending her over the bed. He'd spanked her with his hand and with a thick, leather belt.
Once she was tied up, his mouth found the red marks where his hand and belt had been, licked, and sucked, and bit and seared in the sting... she nearly came before his breath even hit her clit.
He'd had her on her knees, his mouth devouring her ass, fingers probing her eager pussy. He'd turned her over, opened her, his tongue with precise pressure on her angry clit, she wanted badly to place her hands on his head, to hold him... but she couldn't.
Her feet were on his back, her thighs pushing him in to her. Exquisite suction made her squirm madly, and he would not let up. She felt the first wave, felt her pussy tighten, and he kept on going. He wouldn't stop. His hair was moist with her ample juices and his sweat, but he kept going. He felt her explode in ecstasy and pulled her closer to him, took his fingers from her pussy and pressed two into her tight ass as his mouth sucked relentlessly.
She came a second time quickly, showering him in her cum.
She wanted rest, but he wanted her... he straddled her body, placed his rock hard cock at her lips, pushed it into her mouth. The taste of him lit a fire in her, and she took him in. All of him, her tongue all the way down his shaft, tasting the skin of his balls.
He'd gotten off of her face... then teased her clit with the head of his cock until she begged him to penetrate her.
He eventually complied, filling her up and fucking her hard. Then pulling out, letting her taste him.
That's when he couldn't stand it, and he fucked her breasts, came on her face and finally relaxed a bit.
They'd fuck like this again and again.
Now, she was remembering each touch, each kiss, the way his eyes looked into hers the last time he came, the time he came deep inside her cum hungry pussy.
She heard his voice. Turned and saw him at the end of the bed, completely naked, his cock harder than it had been the night before. Insatiable, she thought. How is this possible.
He crawled into the bed, eased behind her, and held her close. She felt his pulsing cock against her ass. His breath on her ear.
His hands around her waist, he told her he just wanted to be with her. To be there. Together. Aroused.
She knew what would happen. But only he knew when.
Her wrists tied together and tied to the metal bed frame over her head. A red silk tie tightly knotted, holding her there.
Completely naked, her ass sore with the sting of his hand.
A single candle burned on the nightstand, and she noticed drips of wax that had hardened around her ankles.
She could still feel every single place his cum had been. Still marinating inside her fragrant pussy. A long streak of it dried on her thigh. In a line down her back to her asshole.
She remembered him fucking her between her breasts... cumming all over her face. She licked the corner of her lips and relished the salty taste of him.
He had cum so much. So much in one night.
And of course, once she had started, she hadn't really stopped.
He'd tied her there after removing her clothes and bending her over the bed. He'd spanked her with his hand and with a thick, leather belt.
Once she was tied up, his mouth found the red marks where his hand and belt had been, licked, and sucked, and bit and seared in the sting... she nearly came before his breath even hit her clit.
He'd had her on her knees, his mouth devouring her ass, fingers probing her eager pussy. He'd turned her over, opened her, his tongue with precise pressure on her angry clit, she wanted badly to place her hands on his head, to hold him... but she couldn't.
Her feet were on his back, her thighs pushing him in to her. Exquisite suction made her squirm madly, and he would not let up. She felt the first wave, felt her pussy tighten, and he kept on going. He wouldn't stop. His hair was moist with her ample juices and his sweat, but he kept going. He felt her explode in ecstasy and pulled her closer to him, took his fingers from her pussy and pressed two into her tight ass as his mouth sucked relentlessly.
She came a second time quickly, showering him in her cum.
She wanted rest, but he wanted her... he straddled her body, placed his rock hard cock at her lips, pushed it into her mouth. The taste of him lit a fire in her, and she took him in. All of him, her tongue all the way down his shaft, tasting the skin of his balls.
He'd gotten off of her face... then teased her clit with the head of his cock until she begged him to penetrate her.
He eventually complied, filling her up and fucking her hard. Then pulling out, letting her taste him.
That's when he couldn't stand it, and he fucked her breasts, came on her face and finally relaxed a bit.
They'd fuck like this again and again.
Now, she was remembering each touch, each kiss, the way his eyes looked into hers the last time he came, the time he came deep inside her cum hungry pussy.
She heard his voice. Turned and saw him at the end of the bed, completely naked, his cock harder than it had been the night before. Insatiable, she thought. How is this possible.
He crawled into the bed, eased behind her, and held her close. She felt his pulsing cock against her ass. His breath on her ear.
His hands around her waist, he told her he just wanted to be with her. To be there. Together. Aroused.
She knew what would happen. But only he knew when.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
The Sidewalk
I turn the corner, past the house with the pending divorce. I look at the home with all the beautiful lighting, a smaller home but certainly impeccably decorated.
The brick posts let me know I'm leaving. The smaller, well-kept ranch style home transports me to the next neighborhood.
Now I'm in a new world. Not just the 1970s world of the new homes near unused farm land. I'm in the world where I grew up.
I'm walking. Down the street. Turning right, the sidewalk. The small building with an insurance office and a salon.
A wooden fence as the sidewalk angles up... the hill mildly steep, climbing toward the large lot with the beautiful home. The one with the barn behind it. The one with the huge tree that backs up to my yard. There's a pond in front and a long, winding gravel driveway. It's nearing sundown, and the sky is bright pink and orange and fading blue.
Just past the farm house to the right is the church. The meeting. A basketball goal.
If I stay on the sidewalk, I'll end up at the tiny market and probably buy a soft drink. Keep going and I'll be at my elementary school. Behind the school, a park. A place to get lost. To wander. No one is ever there. That's as far as I can go. Or, as far as I should go.
All the while, I'm resisting. I don't want to go back to that world. Not now. No. I'm on the sidewalk in the neighborhood where I now live and I'm also right there, walking up the hill. Wanting to go back and take that walk one more time. Probably I'd be surprised at how short it is. How in just a few minutes, I'd go from my home to another world. Maybe pass Simon's old house and the trailer out front where his family lived.
But I don't want to do this now. Not now. I just want to walk. To have my head be clear. Free of work and life and empty and not now. Not this now.
I turn back into my subdivision. The brick posts ushering me in. I turn right, the glowing homes and perfect yards like a safety net, pulling me back from 1985. Pulling me back to now. I want to cry. I want to go back I want to have that memory of the walk and not feel this way.
This was only a few minutes, maybe not even a minute.
I keep walking. The normal path. And my phone tells me the walk has been nearly an hour and I've only gone two miles.
Did I stop? Where was I? My normal walk is 3 miles, 45 minutes. Sometimes a bit faster.
Two miles in one hour? What happened? Was I standing there. No one passed by, at least no one walking, maybe a car or two. How can I be sure?
"Did you do three miles?" she asks while I stand at the fridge taking a drink. "Yes. Three miles." She notes that it took a bit longer and I mention a house I was studying, some work in the yard there.
Where did I go? Did I lose 15 minutes?
I want to take that walk. The one at home, where I grew up. I want to take it alone. Once more. Just to see what happens.
The brick posts let me know I'm leaving. The smaller, well-kept ranch style home transports me to the next neighborhood.
Now I'm in a new world. Not just the 1970s world of the new homes near unused farm land. I'm in the world where I grew up.
I'm walking. Down the street. Turning right, the sidewalk. The small building with an insurance office and a salon.
A wooden fence as the sidewalk angles up... the hill mildly steep, climbing toward the large lot with the beautiful home. The one with the barn behind it. The one with the huge tree that backs up to my yard. There's a pond in front and a long, winding gravel driveway. It's nearing sundown, and the sky is bright pink and orange and fading blue.
Just past the farm house to the right is the church. The meeting. A basketball goal.
If I stay on the sidewalk, I'll end up at the tiny market and probably buy a soft drink. Keep going and I'll be at my elementary school. Behind the school, a park. A place to get lost. To wander. No one is ever there. That's as far as I can go. Or, as far as I should go.
All the while, I'm resisting. I don't want to go back to that world. Not now. No. I'm on the sidewalk in the neighborhood where I now live and I'm also right there, walking up the hill. Wanting to go back and take that walk one more time. Probably I'd be surprised at how short it is. How in just a few minutes, I'd go from my home to another world. Maybe pass Simon's old house and the trailer out front where his family lived.
But I don't want to do this now. Not now. I just want to walk. To have my head be clear. Free of work and life and empty and not now. Not this now.
I turn back into my subdivision. The brick posts ushering me in. I turn right, the glowing homes and perfect yards like a safety net, pulling me back from 1985. Pulling me back to now. I want to cry. I want to go back I want to have that memory of the walk and not feel this way.
This was only a few minutes, maybe not even a minute.
I keep walking. The normal path. And my phone tells me the walk has been nearly an hour and I've only gone two miles.
Did I stop? Where was I? My normal walk is 3 miles, 45 minutes. Sometimes a bit faster.
Two miles in one hour? What happened? Was I standing there. No one passed by, at least no one walking, maybe a car or two. How can I be sure?
"Did you do three miles?" she asks while I stand at the fridge taking a drink. "Yes. Three miles." She notes that it took a bit longer and I mention a house I was studying, some work in the yard there.
Where did I go? Did I lose 15 minutes?
I want to take that walk. The one at home, where I grew up. I want to take it alone. Once more. Just to see what happens.
Friday, July 20, 2018
Purple Tights
She wore purple tights today.
walking quickly as I headed out of the breakroom, she nearly ran me down.
not that i minded.
because later, i observed from the back her purple tights, shoes off, dark hair
i imagined the break room late at night
her walking in ... a glance
a kiss
and we give in
small, pale hands work my belt undone, shove into the warmth of cotton and cock
her skirt, unzipped, falls to the cool white tile
our warmest parts aching to unite
boxer briefs are pulled down
as are purple tights
i lean back against the table, pull her up, her legs closing in, constricted by the tights
the initial entrance is incredible, but moving in past the head of my cock proves tight ... she forces her self down with a scream and the suction on me is amazing
i'm fucking back now, pulling her down, lifting her back up, letting her pussy lips linger at the tip of my cock
and thrusting her down upon my angry shaft
her hands are on my face, pulling me into her, our kisses intense with hunger
my hands on her hips, pulling her onto me
purple tights, small feet still covered, dark polish showing through
one more thrust, then out... and exploding all over her pale stomach and trembling legs
she bends down, cleans me up with her tongue
and we part ... for now
walking quickly as I headed out of the breakroom, she nearly ran me down.
not that i minded.
because later, i observed from the back her purple tights, shoes off, dark hair
i imagined the break room late at night
her walking in ... a glance
a kiss
and we give in
small, pale hands work my belt undone, shove into the warmth of cotton and cock
her skirt, unzipped, falls to the cool white tile
our warmest parts aching to unite
boxer briefs are pulled down
as are purple tights
i lean back against the table, pull her up, her legs closing in, constricted by the tights
the initial entrance is incredible, but moving in past the head of my cock proves tight ... she forces her self down with a scream and the suction on me is amazing
i'm fucking back now, pulling her down, lifting her back up, letting her pussy lips linger at the tip of my cock
and thrusting her down upon my angry shaft
her hands are on my face, pulling me into her, our kisses intense with hunger
my hands on her hips, pulling her onto me
purple tights, small feet still covered, dark polish showing through
one more thrust, then out... and exploding all over her pale stomach and trembling legs
she bends down, cleans me up with her tongue
and we part ... for now
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Top of the Stairs
there's not much of anything on the top floor
the top of the stairs features a dark corner and an entrance to a floor devoid of activity
at the top of those stairs
today
i stood ... fairly quiet. breathing heavily as my belt was unbuckled and my pants were zipped down
my hand reached into my boxer briefs and found growing warmth
i faced the door to floor 5. so far, there was nothing to see. i do suppose, though, it would have been awkward had someone walked by
but what were they going to say?
i leaned against the cool wall. with one hand, i masterfully stroked and massaged until precum was formed.
i used this natural lube to gently treat the head of my cock to a circle of delight
round and round
up and down
feeling the ring and back up
down the shaft again
and back up
and quickly, more quickly
eyes rolling back into head, mind lost in the fantasy of her
the girl on floor 4 who i'd love to meet at the top of the stairs one day
a lunch, perhaps
as i walk away, evidence of my presence dribbles down yellow wall
perhaps it will be seen
perhaps it will dry and go away before the next time someone opens that door
and perhaps next time .... floor 4 and i will leave a combination
but today, i walked away, zipped up, and resumed my day
the top of the stairs features a dark corner and an entrance to a floor devoid of activity
at the top of those stairs
today
i stood ... fairly quiet. breathing heavily as my belt was unbuckled and my pants were zipped down
my hand reached into my boxer briefs and found growing warmth
i faced the door to floor 5. so far, there was nothing to see. i do suppose, though, it would have been awkward had someone walked by
but what were they going to say?
i leaned against the cool wall. with one hand, i masterfully stroked and massaged until precum was formed.
i used this natural lube to gently treat the head of my cock to a circle of delight
round and round
up and down
feeling the ring and back up
down the shaft again
and back up
and quickly, more quickly
eyes rolling back into head, mind lost in the fantasy of her
the girl on floor 4 who i'd love to meet at the top of the stairs one day
a lunch, perhaps
as i walk away, evidence of my presence dribbles down yellow wall
perhaps it will be seen
perhaps it will dry and go away before the next time someone opens that door
and perhaps next time .... floor 4 and i will leave a combination
but today, i walked away, zipped up, and resumed my day
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Hands
her hands are quite nice. They appear soft and rather delicate, her fingers are long, but somewhat thin and her nails are well-manicured. The tips of her fingers have a thickness, something that tells me they could apply a touch of pressure.
i imagine where they might go.
on top of clothes, at first... exploring and warming
i see the fingers dancing on my belt buckle...
i see them going straight down, stroking me to attention...
i see them on my thighs, my chest...
two hands now, working me with delicate intensity
i close my eyes and just feel
just experience each fingertip as it brushes against my skin
her hands...
i imagine where they might go.
on top of clothes, at first... exploring and warming
i see the fingers dancing on my belt buckle...
i see them going straight down, stroking me to attention...
i see them on my thighs, my chest...
two hands now, working me with delicate intensity
i close my eyes and just feel
just experience each fingertip as it brushes against my skin
her hands...
The Walkers
On a certain floor in a building downtown, two girls go walking every afternoon. they work there, of course. But in the afternoon, they replace their fashionable heels for walking shoes and walk for about 30 minutes.
I discovered them there. And they discovered me.
Upon a visit there at the normal time, I saw them, walking in the opposite direction ...
Shortly after they passed, I heard keys entering a lock and a door opening... turning around, I saw nothing.
I kept walking...until a door opened and a hand beckoned...
I entered a dark room, probably once an office. There was a table. No chairs. And there they were. One tall, pale, dark-ish hair and light blue eyes. The other short, a nice, deep tan and big, brown, beautiful eyes.
the shorter one, K, pulled me to her and placed a playful kiss on my lips. The taller one, L, stood behind K and begain kissing her neck .. her hands under K's shirt, lifting it ... as kisses were placed on K's body.
K moaned in delight as her kisses to me grew more intense... her body closer to mine... hands eagerly discovering a growing bulge...
my hands finding K's quite perky breasts as L's lips graze my pants...hands now working my belt... unzipping... mouth teasing the head of my member through boxers... tongue licking the hand K is using to massage me to full erection
boxers down, L's lips and tongue tease and taunt me... K continues kissing, stroking at times, and my lips find her neck... hands remove her bra... and L grows more passionate in her focus on my manhood
she takes me all the way in... then licks from balls to head and back... i am absorbed in this intense pleasure... and K simply kneels next to L, sharing me... tasting me... and her eyes enchant... her lips and L's meet at the head of me... tongues dancing up and down... now K has me in her mouth and L is kissing me on the backside, playfully darting a tongue and finger at my ass... now she stands behind me, breasts against my back, as K masterfully works me with hand and mouth... L's kiss on my neck causes my head to turn and our lips meet...
K's hand holds my balls as her mouth begs for me... takes me in... L's fingers penetrate my ass, massaging just inside and sending me into orbit... i start thrusting... fucking K's face ... and she offers the perfect warmth and suction... as I explode, thick, hot liquid in her mouth, and just a touch down her lips...
the girls both smile...dress... and leave
I am exhausted, smiling and spent. And plan to take walks in the afternoon as often as I can
I discovered them there. And they discovered me.
Upon a visit there at the normal time, I saw them, walking in the opposite direction ...
Shortly after they passed, I heard keys entering a lock and a door opening... turning around, I saw nothing.
I kept walking...until a door opened and a hand beckoned...
I entered a dark room, probably once an office. There was a table. No chairs. And there they were. One tall, pale, dark-ish hair and light blue eyes. The other short, a nice, deep tan and big, brown, beautiful eyes.
the shorter one, K, pulled me to her and placed a playful kiss on my lips. The taller one, L, stood behind K and begain kissing her neck .. her hands under K's shirt, lifting it ... as kisses were placed on K's body.
K moaned in delight as her kisses to me grew more intense... her body closer to mine... hands eagerly discovering a growing bulge...
my hands finding K's quite perky breasts as L's lips graze my pants...hands now working my belt... unzipping... mouth teasing the head of my member through boxers... tongue licking the hand K is using to massage me to full erection
boxers down, L's lips and tongue tease and taunt me... K continues kissing, stroking at times, and my lips find her neck... hands remove her bra... and L grows more passionate in her focus on my manhood
she takes me all the way in... then licks from balls to head and back... i am absorbed in this intense pleasure... and K simply kneels next to L, sharing me... tasting me... and her eyes enchant... her lips and L's meet at the head of me... tongues dancing up and down... now K has me in her mouth and L is kissing me on the backside, playfully darting a tongue and finger at my ass... now she stands behind me, breasts against my back, as K masterfully works me with hand and mouth... L's kiss on my neck causes my head to turn and our lips meet...
K's hand holds my balls as her mouth begs for me... takes me in... L's fingers penetrate my ass, massaging just inside and sending me into orbit... i start thrusting... fucking K's face ... and she offers the perfect warmth and suction... as I explode, thick, hot liquid in her mouth, and just a touch down her lips...
the girls both smile...dress... and leave
I am exhausted, smiling and spent. And plan to take walks in the afternoon as often as I can
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
The Power of Scent
So, scent is an important factor in attraction.
A good scent can get your attention. A great scent can ignite desire. And, of course, there are some scents that are total turn-offs.
I have a soft spot for "pleasures" by estee lauder on a woman. This is most certainly because the first girl I ever kissed wore this perfume. It is embedded in my memory. When I sense it on a woman, my mind reels... if she is attractive at all, the scent provokes desire and fondness.
And, I think the above is key... you can smell amazing and not be dressed well -- or not look great. So, I think scent works in two ways -- it can get my attention ... and, if I notice an attractive person who then smells wonderful, it can really hone my focus.
There is another fragrance I love -- and I'm not sure the name of it. I was in a meeting about 10 years ago and this lovely young lady I was sitting behind smelled incredible -- incredible in the sense that I wanted to be as close to her as physically possible... it was almost an animal like response. My arousal was instant and uncontrollable. I have since smelled that scent on other women and it drives me mad... I can barely speak enough to ask what it is...
Finally, I've a fondness for Lp No. 9 for her by Penhaligon's. A wondrous concoction...light, pleasant, and yet decadent. The woman who chooses this knows exactly how to hold my attention.
I'm curious about anyone out there -- what are your scent favorites? What fragrances on a man or woman get your attention?
A good scent can get your attention. A great scent can ignite desire. And, of course, there are some scents that are total turn-offs.
I have a soft spot for "pleasures" by estee lauder on a woman. This is most certainly because the first girl I ever kissed wore this perfume. It is embedded in my memory. When I sense it on a woman, my mind reels... if she is attractive at all, the scent provokes desire and fondness.
And, I think the above is key... you can smell amazing and not be dressed well -- or not look great. So, I think scent works in two ways -- it can get my attention ... and, if I notice an attractive person who then smells wonderful, it can really hone my focus.
There is another fragrance I love -- and I'm not sure the name of it. I was in a meeting about 10 years ago and this lovely young lady I was sitting behind smelled incredible -- incredible in the sense that I wanted to be as close to her as physically possible... it was almost an animal like response. My arousal was instant and uncontrollable. I have since smelled that scent on other women and it drives me mad... I can barely speak enough to ask what it is...
Finally, I've a fondness for Lp No. 9 for her by Penhaligon's. A wondrous concoction...light, pleasant, and yet decadent. The woman who chooses this knows exactly how to hold my attention.
I'm curious about anyone out there -- what are your scent favorites? What fragrances on a man or woman get your attention?
Sartorial Perfection...
I go crazy over a woman in heels...
well-chosen heels -- not stripper or hooker heels....business/professional heels but with a naughty flair... maybe a daring print or a height just above 4 inches...
I go crazy over a woman's scent...
... perfume carefully chosen and sparingly used...just enough to catch your attention in close conversation...
...red hair... while I appreciate women with diverse characteristics, red hair is one factor that ALWAYS gets my attention...deep red, bright red... red hair and the fair skin that typically accompanies the natural redhead's body... drives me wild
...Sartorial perfection -- when not just the heels, but the whole outfit is perfect.. complementing her body, her hair... her work... clean, crisp, business-like ... but even if casual, well-chosen and well-suited for HER...
these are just a few of the things I like about women...
well-chosen heels -- not stripper or hooker heels....business/professional heels but with a naughty flair... maybe a daring print or a height just above 4 inches...
I go crazy over a woman's scent...
... perfume carefully chosen and sparingly used...just enough to catch your attention in close conversation...
...red hair... while I appreciate women with diverse characteristics, red hair is one factor that ALWAYS gets my attention...deep red, bright red... red hair and the fair skin that typically accompanies the natural redhead's body... drives me wild
...Sartorial perfection -- when not just the heels, but the whole outfit is perfect.. complementing her body, her hair... her work... clean, crisp, business-like ... but even if casual, well-chosen and well-suited for HER...
these are just a few of the things I like about women...
Monday, July 16, 2018
Business
she comes in and sits down on the couch
He sits across the room
As they start talking, he feels an almost animalistic desire inside...and his body responds
he imagines urging her shirt off... tasting her pale flesh...delighting in her incredible breasts... and ... he tries to distract himself... to "stay strong" and not give in...
As they talk, he sits next to her... admiring her lovely eyes...their intensity, appreciating the form of her body He can feel his erection growing steadily and suspects she has caught a glimpse... Her well-manicured hand drops to his leg... and he picks it up, kissing it...
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He sits across the room
As they start talking, he feels an almost animalistic desire inside...and his body responds
he imagines urging her shirt off... tasting her pale flesh...delighting in her incredible breasts... and ... he tries to distract himself... to "stay strong" and not give in...
As they talk, he sits next to her... admiring her lovely eyes...their intensity, appreciating the form of her body He can feel his erection growing steadily and suspects she has caught a glimpse... Her well-manicured hand drops to his leg... and he picks it up, kissing it...
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Inside
Their bodies are surging...rocking in rhythm...
her long legs wrapped around him... her hands on his back...
His cock growing and growing inside her...deeper as he grinds against her... their lips meet...then part
His lips, mouth on her neck, her shoulder, biting
he grinds she pulls him in...
he thrusts hard.. faster, she can feel his head swelling, pulsing... pumping hot, thick liquid inside her
He lingers, stays there, semi-hard, inside
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her long legs wrapped around him... her hands on his back...
His cock growing and growing inside her...deeper as he grinds against her... their lips meet...then part
His lips, mouth on her neck, her shoulder, biting
he grinds she pulls him in...
he thrusts hard.. faster, she can feel his head swelling, pulsing... pumping hot, thick liquid inside her
He lingers, stays there, semi-hard, inside
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Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Long Jacket
She wore high black heels and a long black jacket. The day was warm, breezy, too hot for a jacket.
She hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year. She was hungry. Nervous.
She knocked.
He sat in a chair. He wore khaki pants and a white t-shirt.
He looked at his phone. He hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year.
His body was shaking a bit, the anticipation and nerves tempered with a deep desire.
She heard him move, heard the click of the door.
The door closed. She was pushed against it. There lips met. Fire.
He unzipped the jacket.
She wore a think white tank and tiny black cotton panties.
His mouth was on her chest, tongue teasing a hardened nipple. Her hands in his hair.
His kisses floated down her stomach, to her thighs.
His tongue traced a line to her knee. Then kisses danced up her other leg.
Back down.
His mouth encircling her ankle. His tongue teasing the high arch of her small foot.
He stood again. Their mouths met and locked and their lips explored, exploded.
She felt the heat of his desire. Unzipped his pants as he grabbed her ass to pull her even closer.
He led her to the bed. Pulled her panties down and watched her take a seat.
His mouth focused on her thighs, kissing, licking, tasting. He delighted in her response, loved the smooth skin, the sweet taste.
His tongue parted the folds of her pussy... tasting the salty-sweet heaven. Light pressure on her clit, lips and tongue and desire. His whole mouth made love to her. He was relentless. He felt her near climax, and she felt a perfect suction, a sensation she'd nearly forgotten.
As she let herself go, he licked more gently, absorbing all she had for him.
He stood, kissed her lips, let her taste what she'd done to him.
She pulled her tank over her head, threw it on the floor.
His mouth on her breasts again and then she pushed back.
Her eyes went to his now throbbing cock.
She licked her lips and then he felt her tongue flick against his engorged head. The taste of his pre-cum ignited her. She took all of him in, then back out. Then licking up and down his thick shaft.
As she circled his head with her lips and tongue, she looked directly at him. The sight of her, this beautiful woman he'd wanted for years, nearly sent him over the edge.
He told her to turn around, and her ass was in his face.
He tasted her ass, teased her. She then felt his cock against her anus, then down.
He was inside her, her heels still on.
She begged him to fuck her, to fuck her hard.
He gave all he had, pushed deep, held himself there.
His hands now on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.
Her pussy was incredibly wet and yet her grip was tight, intense.
He found a rhythm, pounded hard as she screamed for him not to stop.
She felt his mouth on her neck, felt his teeth bite her shoulder. She heard him grunt and felt him pulsing inside her.
His hot semen flowed and he held himself there, their bodies lightly sweating.
He let go, popped out. He collapsed on her back and turned her head to his, tasted her still desperate kiss.
As they lay together, he began to stroke her back, massaging her shoulders.
He straddled her, admiring her firm ass. As she relaxed, she raised her ass to meet him and each time she did, she made sure to tease his stiffening cock.
He turned her over, looked straight into her green eyes, and thrust his cock deep inside her again.
This was just the beginning. A stolen moment that would lead to more.
She hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year. She was hungry. Nervous.
She knocked.
He sat in a chair. He wore khaki pants and a white t-shirt.
He looked at his phone. He hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year.
His body was shaking a bit, the anticipation and nerves tempered with a deep desire.
She heard him move, heard the click of the door.
The door closed. She was pushed against it. There lips met. Fire.
He unzipped the jacket.
She wore a think white tank and tiny black cotton panties.
His mouth was on her chest, tongue teasing a hardened nipple. Her hands in his hair.
His kisses floated down her stomach, to her thighs.
His tongue traced a line to her knee. Then kisses danced up her other leg.
Back down.
His mouth encircling her ankle. His tongue teasing the high arch of her small foot.
He stood again. Their mouths met and locked and their lips explored, exploded.
She felt the heat of his desire. Unzipped his pants as he grabbed her ass to pull her even closer.
He led her to the bed. Pulled her panties down and watched her take a seat.
His mouth focused on her thighs, kissing, licking, tasting. He delighted in her response, loved the smooth skin, the sweet taste.
His tongue parted the folds of her pussy... tasting the salty-sweet heaven. Light pressure on her clit, lips and tongue and desire. His whole mouth made love to her. He was relentless. He felt her near climax, and she felt a perfect suction, a sensation she'd nearly forgotten.
As she let herself go, he licked more gently, absorbing all she had for him.
He stood, kissed her lips, let her taste what she'd done to him.
She pulled her tank over her head, threw it on the floor.
His mouth on her breasts again and then she pushed back.
Her eyes went to his now throbbing cock.
She licked her lips and then he felt her tongue flick against his engorged head. The taste of his pre-cum ignited her. She took all of him in, then back out. Then licking up and down his thick shaft.
As she circled his head with her lips and tongue, she looked directly at him. The sight of her, this beautiful woman he'd wanted for years, nearly sent him over the edge.
He told her to turn around, and her ass was in his face.
He tasted her ass, teased her. She then felt his cock against her anus, then down.
He was inside her, her heels still on.
She begged him to fuck her, to fuck her hard.
He gave all he had, pushed deep, held himself there.
His hands now on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.
Her pussy was incredibly wet and yet her grip was tight, intense.
He found a rhythm, pounded hard as she screamed for him not to stop.
She felt his mouth on her neck, felt his teeth bite her shoulder. She heard him grunt and felt him pulsing inside her.
His hot semen flowed and he held himself there, their bodies lightly sweating.
He let go, popped out. He collapsed on her back and turned her head to his, tasted her still desperate kiss.
As they lay together, he began to stroke her back, massaging her shoulders.
He straddled her, admiring her firm ass. As she relaxed, she raised her ass to meet him and each time she did, she made sure to tease his stiffening cock.
He turned her over, looked straight into her green eyes, and thrust his cock deep inside her again.
This was just the beginning. A stolen moment that would lead to more.
Friday, May 11, 2018
Borrowed Sugar
He snaps the pictures with his phone and sends them off as instructed. He waits. Dark circles of sweat already forming on his red polo shirt. He looks out the tiny window in the small space he rents. Some months, he actually makes the rent payment. The landlord says nothing as the building is old and the air conditioning barely works and she wants to present a somewhat full building to prospective renters.
He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.
Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.
His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.
He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down. He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.
He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.
A knock.
She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.
He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.
Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.
She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.
She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.
Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.
He stands, pushes them down.
His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.
Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.
She moves back down, his cock on her body.
He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.
Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.
He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady. When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.
He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.
His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.
She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.
She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.
He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.
Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.
His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.
He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down. He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.
He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.
A knock.
She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.
He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.
Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.
She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.
She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.
Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.
He stands, pushes them down.
His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.
Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.
He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.
She moves back down, his cock on her body.
He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.
Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.
He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady. When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.
He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.
His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.
She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.
She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.
Thursday, February 22, 2018
13 Years
13 years since then. Since Seattle. Since the sun opened up in a way it never had before and never would again.
13 years since the beautiful green and rain dampened mornings.
13 years since I saw a path.
13 years since I was pure, whole, complete, and knew what to do.
13 years since I first had a drink alone.
13 years since I made up my mind.
13 years.
I walked everywhere and hardly slept. I worked, and wrote, and took it all in. I knew I was home, knew Seattle would be home -- or at least would be the way I found a way out. A way home.
I once thought there was a way I could find that clarity again. That my spirit could soar.
13 years since the one, brief opening.
13 years since I chose to try one more time, to give a little more of myself.
13 years since a month turned to two and turned to something from which I could never turn back.
Now 12 years since the darkness crept in, forever clouding the light.
I escaped that first darkness. I thought I did.
Now 9 years since the darkness returned. 8 years since it took over.
Just 6 years ago I realized I'd been robbed of joy. And that marked 7 years since Seattle. Since hope.
One sentence. Three words. Words I wouldn't say. Not out loud.
Instead, I wonder.
13 years ago I could have been pure, earnest, with but one tiny blemish.
13 years ago I might have offered myself as a source of strength to the brown-haired girl I'd known from school. Or perhaps more eagerly pursued the clearly interested co-worker.
Or just left. To home. To Seattle. To Somewhere.
13 years since Seattle.
13 years since the bright sun. Since the clarity of purpose.
13 years since purity.
13 years since I was whole.
I can trace each minute in my mind, can see each hour pass, can feel my heart race and my spirit sing.
13 years.
13 years since the beautiful green and rain dampened mornings.
13 years since I saw a path.
13 years since I was pure, whole, complete, and knew what to do.
13 years since I first had a drink alone.
13 years since I made up my mind.
13 years.
I walked everywhere and hardly slept. I worked, and wrote, and took it all in. I knew I was home, knew Seattle would be home -- or at least would be the way I found a way out. A way home.
I once thought there was a way I could find that clarity again. That my spirit could soar.
13 years since the one, brief opening.
13 years since I chose to try one more time, to give a little more of myself.
13 years since a month turned to two and turned to something from which I could never turn back.
Now 12 years since the darkness crept in, forever clouding the light.
I escaped that first darkness. I thought I did.
Now 9 years since the darkness returned. 8 years since it took over.
Just 6 years ago I realized I'd been robbed of joy. And that marked 7 years since Seattle. Since hope.
One sentence. Three words. Words I wouldn't say. Not out loud.
Instead, I wonder.
13 years ago I could have been pure, earnest, with but one tiny blemish.
13 years ago I might have offered myself as a source of strength to the brown-haired girl I'd known from school. Or perhaps more eagerly pursued the clearly interested co-worker.
Or just left. To home. To Seattle. To Somewhere.
13 years since Seattle.
13 years since the bright sun. Since the clarity of purpose.
13 years since purity.
13 years since I was whole.
I can trace each minute in my mind, can see each hour pass, can feel my heart race and my spirit sing.
13 years.
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
A Few Minutes on Thursday
Their bodies stuck together with a light, pleasant sweat. Both completely naked, exactly the same height. Her long fingers played in his hair, their legs intertwined.
Her words soothed him and his words made her smile.
In these moments, he marveled at her beauty. Her small, perfect breasts with pierced nipples. The length of her tan legs. The Latin words written down one side of her body.
The sheets and comforter a deep red, the lights off and blinds drawn.
The day outside hot, summer at full strength.
Her sister back in about an hour.
But now, right now, for these few minutes, they could relax, close their eyes, say words, and smile.
Just minutes before, hot semen on her back, dripping down her leg...On all fours as he entered her, found rhythm, admired her tiny, tight asshole and the tattoo just above it, held her waist, and pushed all the way...
Before that, her mouth on him, his boxer briefs tossed aside, the head of his cock throbbing and pulsing against her lips and tongue.
Holding her after her climax, the one caused by his mouth, his fingers, his hungry tongue.
Never more than two hours together, mostly just over one.
They both craved those moments, those minutes. All of it intense, passionate, wondrous. The few minutes just before he left the most wonderful of all.
Alone. Together. Darkness. Words. Light touch on sensitive bodies.
Every Thursday for one summer. A few minutes.
Her words soothed him and his words made her smile.
In these moments, he marveled at her beauty. Her small, perfect breasts with pierced nipples. The length of her tan legs. The Latin words written down one side of her body.
The sheets and comforter a deep red, the lights off and blinds drawn.
The day outside hot, summer at full strength.
Her sister back in about an hour.
But now, right now, for these few minutes, they could relax, close their eyes, say words, and smile.
Just minutes before, hot semen on her back, dripping down her leg...On all fours as he entered her, found rhythm, admired her tiny, tight asshole and the tattoo just above it, held her waist, and pushed all the way...
Before that, her mouth on him, his boxer briefs tossed aside, the head of his cock throbbing and pulsing against her lips and tongue.
Holding her after her climax, the one caused by his mouth, his fingers, his hungry tongue.
Never more than two hours together, mostly just over one.
They both craved those moments, those minutes. All of it intense, passionate, wondrous. The few minutes just before he left the most wonderful of all.
Alone. Together. Darkness. Words. Light touch on sensitive bodies.
Every Thursday for one summer. A few minutes.
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