It's Saturday night. We are kicking back on the sofa. I'm enjoying a glass of wine and you have a beer while we watch the hockey playoffs. I am sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest. I am wearing only panties and an oversize t-shirt; you - having recently showered - are bare chested and commando in shorts. There is nowhere I would rather...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Just a quick thing I pounded out in before dinner. Poor guy is struck by growth and incredible arousal at the movies. What to do.... *** My pants began to tighten. I grunted and shifted in my seat. The lights came down. The crowd murmured. The screen lit up. and my butt lifted as I tried to adjust my pants. But the tightness just...
What a night it had been. Between the previous night and then waking up in the middle of the night ... I was spent. It definitely had been the best date of my life! When we all woke up, Tasha and I each kissed Stephanie and exchanged phone numbers, promising we'd do it again. Stephanie even wanted to try that night, but unfortunately, I already had plans,...
I've gotten into the habit lately to go to the gym / leisure centre on a Monday evening. Today was no different. I grabbed my sports bag, jumped in the car and was changed and in the pool in less than twenty minutes. The reason for Monday evenings is that I discovered the place is dead. Sometimes there is actually no one there other than me. I wasn't comple...
Max had just finished working his body to exhaustion for the third time this week. Perhaps he kept going to see the sexy little brunette in the aerobics room whenever he was there. He'd caught her eye on more than one occasion, but never for too long. He felt there was something between them, but couldn't put his finger on it. He toweled off his glistening e...
"Your point," Debbie said as she futilely ran down the dropshot winner. "Game, set, and match." Debbie was sweating hard, and although she was generally in pretty good shape, spending an hour matched up against a vastly superior athlete had left her pretty much wrung out. "You're barely even breathing hard, you bitch," she said, with a smile, as her partner...
In my story, "A Blow Job from A Nice Girl Can Cost You," I wrote about Antonio. Just over 40, divorced, spends weekends in East Hampton, default position is New York City, where he is an options trader. Works hard to remain a jock and it pays off. Blond and good looking usually tanned. To date a guy like that you would imagine I have to put out. Wrong. I do...
-- CHAPTER 3: The Party -- *** *MAY* I grunted and gripped her tight ass harder, pulling her body against me despite the viscous resistance surrounding us. Her long, lithe legs were scissored behind me, holding her own weight while she thrashed in our lovemaking. I grunted again and really began to pound her. Our movements were slow, but powerful and ste...
Warning: I'm told I use too many words, so don't expect a short jerkoff story. I tried being brief in another tale and lost the plot, so will stick to my own style. Let the story tell itself and be as brief or as long as it needs to be. You have been warned. Incest is there but I tried to keep it secondary (and quick) to the story. If you like this story,...
In this chapter, which takes place on a Saturday, picks up the day after Chapter 8. Ken had just fallen to temptation and failed miserably. He had promised a woman he barely knew things meant only for his wife Katie. But Katie had said things just before he fell asleep that completely confused everything that had just happened. What did she mean? Might he fi...