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A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Eight. 1992. (May.) Gerry, fifty-seven. While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on my journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from the opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a...
He stood transfixed. The tile floor made every word, every shriek of laughter echo. The humid air from the steam bath seeped through the rest of the locker room, making him dizzy. Or maybe it was the sight of those women – all those women. Half-dressed, wrapped in towels, dripping wet, laughing, playfully touching each other as they walked to their lockers...
Lumikko is from Japan and has always enjoyed massages. I massage her as part of our making love but in between our meetings, she goes to a professional masseur. Her favorite is a very handsome, but very professional young man. The usual process is for the client to lie face down on the massage table, wearing only panties or undershorts and covered by a sheet...
James stumbled toward the bathroom attached to the master suite of his house. He flipped on the light, squinted against the fluorescent glare, and lifted the toilet seat. He looked down at the bowl, which stared blandly up at him. Pulling out his thick nine-inch cock, he began to jerk himself off rapidly. His thoughts were boiling. This was the latest in a...
Outside of Lynn's apartment, the world was alive and buzzing with activity. The young woman hummed a happy tune as she walked down mostly empty sidewalks. A strong, steady wind rippled banners and flags around her while keeping the sun from being too overwhelming. Not a single cloud covered the electric blue sky. Lynn felt her loose hair flutter in the wind...
"So Babe," Gus whispered. "Je l'aime vos joues douces trop," as he slowly ran his tongue up and over Jasmine's bare ass. He loved waking up with her in his bed, and this morning was no different as she had stopped by the night before and they had had a vigorous session of lovemaking late into the night. "Wha-what?" she spoke with a lazy yawn, cooing lightly...
Demetrius began his slow plodding journey from the land of sleep as he was gently was rocked back and forth, occasional warm sea water spraying his face. Yawning, he started to sit up, stretching his hands over his head he began to slowly open his eyes. His last memory before drifting off to sleep was the delicious Pesinoe sitting on his face while her siste...
Joan, the head of the secretary pool, entered Don's office with the usual stack of files ahead of his daily meeting. She wore a form fitting blouse with buttons in the front. Her red hair was neatly tied up in a bun. Don was in his usual starched shirt and black tie. As she bent over to place the documents on his table, he took the opportunity to covet her...
I strolled along the wide sidewalk in the early evening. It was warm still with just a hint of light filtering around me. I glanced to one side a caught a glimpse of my reflection in the darkened store window. "Nice," I muttered aloud to no one. I paused and faced the window, staring as though I were looking into a dressing mirror. My blouse fit snuggly over...