I stared at the fabulous, gyrating ass for forty-five minutes. Exactly forty-five minutes, to the second. I watched it gyrate, rotate, and wiggle; I watched it go through every possible motion that a beautiful female posterior can execute, over and over and over again. My eyes never left it, for three quarters of an hour. How can I be so sure of the exact duration of my staring session? Because I was riding an exercise bi...

I'm back on the road again, traveling on my seemingly never-ending series of business trips. The money is good, but the work is quite boring. Today, I left work late and went back to my hotel, tired and a bit cranky. I called my girlfriend on my cell phone, and we had a nice chat. After our talk, I felt a lot better, but now I was horny as hell! My hotel room had a sort of balcony. Well, not a balcony exactly, but a walkw...

The second thing I noticed about her was the diamond ring on her left hand. As a single man, and a particularly horny one at that, who spends a lot of time on the road, I've learned to consider all women to be potential sex partners. It pays to note at the outset which ones are married. Not that I have any qualms about fucking a married woman, mind you; indeed, they have certain advantages over the single ones. It's just...