I got to enjoy my next fantasy almost by accident and it wasn't quite how I had envisioned it happening, but circumstances made it so unique that it exceeded my expectations, I think. Kurt and I had taken a weekend trip to the city, arriving Friday night, seeing a show then going to dinner. A date weekend. On Saturday, we did some sightseeing and shopping, with lunch at a quaint intimate little cafe. After lunch, we went...

In the weeks after blowing Kurt in the men's room at the club in front of several men, we had enjoyed some enthusiastic sex remembering and reliving the event. This was a pattern we had begun during his year, from the very beginning. His first had been the facial, and while I wasn't prepared the first time for having anything shooting at my face, I’d enjoyed the excitement, and when we’d talked the next morning, I’d told...

A week before, he had teased be about my list. I tend to write lists, as it's easier than trying to remember things all the time. But this one was my secret list, my fantasy list for my year. A week before my birthday he'd seen me hiding the paper from him and asked what I was doing. "Nothing," I'd told him. "You're scrambling pretty quick to hide nothing," he'd smirked. "Another one of your lists?" "Fine, then, if you mu...

 I sat back on my feet and licked my upper lip, swiping a generous dollop of Kurt's cum from beneath my nose. I took it into my mouth and smiled as I swallowed. Truth be told, I think I had come to enjoy this almost as much as he had. I looked up, saw the expression on his face. Well, okay, maybe not as much. He still got that same awestruck expression to see me lick his cum-facial into my mouth. Not that it was all on my...

Remembering that magic daywhen I saw you arrive.My time, till then a sentence served.You made me feel alive!Watching, counting every stepthat brought you near to me.My throat constricted! Sweaty palms!A vision, fair to see!Fate delivered you to mewhile others moaned and cried.Fortune smiled on me that day.and I smiled too, inside.We've been together since that daythough you were slow to soften.Eventually you came around.A...

I woke on Sunday and rolled over to find Mitch already out of bed. A glance at the clock told me he’d already left for his weekly golf game. Sleepiness clung to me and I lay there with my eyes closed. It was late. I'd slept in. I felt relaxed, and quiet, and... ...sticky . My eyes shot open with a gasp as last night's adventure played out again in my head. My pussy felt a little tender from the fucking and the toy I'd use...

I figured Dana thought well of me for my oral performance, because she'd sent me a text letting me know she'd be busy that week. She didn't say with what, but she was out most days, either at work late or at friend's houses. Her consideration settled my anxiety a little but I still watched for her comings and goings, inspired by the appearance last week of Rachel and Dean, the hints of what they'd done together, and the m...

I count the days, and hours too 'Til I see you again, But parts of me just focus on What we'll be doing then And with those thoughts, the stiffeningThat dreams of you inspireUntil the pressure looms too large And sets my lust afire I've had a wank, but honestly It's just not done the job. My thoughts of you were not assuagedBy polishing my knob. When busy, I have half a rod,A small tent dressed in denim.When idle, I regai...

Ahhh, the first summer heat wave! Technically not really summer yet, it was still a few weeks away, but just try to tell the weather what to do. The man on the radio warned that it would reach the high eighties before noon, then of course went into full 'scare the public' mode with warnings of heat stroke, hydration, blah blah blah. I tuned him out, thinking how fortunate I was. I had scheduled an off-site meeting with a...

After the softball game I invited a couple of the guys back to the house for a swim. Since moving to Hillside for the new job last fall, Monica and I had been pretty busy getting the house set up and made ours; shopping, some small fix-it projects. She'd found work while I'd settled into my new responsibilities, but over the months there really hadn't been time for social interaction. So I'd been glad to see the softball...

Three days. For three long days I'd heard nothing from Dana. The last message I'd received after visiting her house had been that afternoon after I'd sent her all the pictures on my phone. Still shaky and weak from the strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced, the phone had chirped. Shave every two or three days. Don't masturbate unless I tell you to. Nice pics, wifey. When I'd gotten home I'd been shocked to see that she ha...

She pulled me forward and I followed as she led me, trembling with anticipation, around the chair. As I rounded the corner something caught my eye on the seat of the chair. I looked down to see a realistic dildo jutting up from its suction cup base. I mean, I knew it was a dildo, not that I own one. It was fat and pink and long and I knew it wasn't real, but my body didn't care. My already dripping cunt pulsed at the sigh...

"Took you long enough!" I blinked away the sleepiness that last night’s fitful slumber hadn't resolved. "I said to be at the phone at ten. Where were you?" Dana accused. "I...I was just here... I..." My words trailed off, remembering last night's dinner, the distracted conversation, the DVR shows Mitch and I had watched that I couldn't recall, my brain occupied by yesterday's events. Tossing and turning all night as Mitch...

"You say you want to," came the brusque voice over the phone, "but you don't, not really. I can hear it. I know your type, you're too frightened." I nearly panicked. "No, no, please, I need you to teach me, please. Please I want to..." "You want to what?" she sneered after my pause. "You can't even say it, never mind do it." I heard her scoffing laugh through my cell phone and felt the sting as if she were right there. "I...

I was halfway through shaving my tits when I heard the doorbell over the music. My Were senses engaged suddenly as I looked into the mirror. I'd shaved one breast smooth and the other still had a rough five-day stubble smothered in shave gel. I reached out a wet, foamy finger and the extended claw tapped the screen with no effect. Grimacing, I angled my hand until the pad of the finger touched pause, silencing the music a...