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Suddenly, I felt the cool night air; my blanket was being pulled off me. I sleepily reached for it, but it escaped my grasp. It wasn’t at all like my wife to tease me this way. I looked down to the foot of the bed. Continue reading »

“Wow, it looks like I’ve made it to the tenth entry in my blow job journal. Since that’s sort of a milestone, I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone for all the positive feedback I’ve gotten about my journal. Especially from the ladies. Not that I don’t appreciate hearing from you, guys. I’m just not particularly shocked to find you’re enthusiastic about blow job stories. But I have been pleasantly surprised to get such a favorable responses from women as well. It’s thanks to all of you that I’m still at it. It’s much more fun to write when I know people are reading and appreciating it. Thank you. Continue reading »

She sits across the room as we finish our drinks, shooting fleeting glances at me and nervously moving her feet. The light from the window is soft, filtered, kind to her face. She is lovely.

I deliberately look her over through light but awkward conversation that always seems so necessary at times like this. She tries to take it in stride. The little lines around her eyes and the softness around her jaw are all that give away her age: probably early forties. She’s tall, five-ten, maybe more, with frosted blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Decent, married, not the type to do this sort of thing at all. If I had to guess, I’d say that she had rarely, if ever, strayed from the marital track. Maybe once or twice, earlier, back when she was the knock-out that she obviously had been — and still is to those who can see it. Maybe not all of the heads that turned her way were turned away. But not for a long time, now. And here, presented to her out of nowhere, is a chance for adventure. Continue reading »

Miss Jones came on duty that night not knowing what to expect. Many of her patients were scheduled to go home that day and since she worked the midnight shift they would be gone before she reported to work. In report she learned that she had several new patients including a young man who was quite anxious about being in the hospital. It was suggested that she evaluate him and perhaps give him extra attention.

After report, she organized her work load then made her rounds, saving him for last. As she approached his room she noticed that the door was closed, but heard heavy breathing. Not knowing what to expect, she quietly entered the room. The room was dark except for the night light in the bathroom, and the curtain was pulled around the bed. Continue reading »

…I awoke to the scent of something familiar…

Mmmm..bacon! My stomach began to rumble. I opened my eyes to see him, standing in a white, thick terry robe. I could see the steam pouring out of the bathroom and smell the cleanliness of his just showered body. He smiled at me, “Good Morning beautiful.” He said and handed me a cup of coffee. “Java?” I sat up and reached for the cup.

He pushed a small table towards me, room service. There were shiny stainless trays, a bottle of champagne, orange juice, mmmmm I thought, Mimosas. He lifted the various lids and laid them on the dining table in the corner. There was fruit, rolls, eggs, bacon…lots of yummy stuff and I was starving. Continue reading »

Staff meetings were never my strong point. Staff meetings on Monday mornings drove me to distraction. A staff meeting on a Monday morning, watching the woman I fucked on Friday night pretend to ignore me while she flashed her thighs at me under the boardroom table was a special form of torture.

It was going to be a long week.

I was not in very good nick to begin with. I had spent the weekend in a state of complete distraction. Images of my night at the Republic of Desire loomed up in front of me: the leather-harnessed girls, the ritual auction, Lucy”s passion, Selma”s cryptic remarks… and Lucy”s husky, suddenly vulnerable voice bidding me Till Monday in the street. Continue reading »

Sean had no idea what he was doing at an English horse show. It was a one day event, featuring dressage, stadium jumping, and cross-country. Lots of girls in skintight tan breeches and classy black hunt coats. Most of them of the ‘rich bitch’ variety, who owned a twenty-to-fifty-thousand dollar horse, and could ride that one horse and no other. Sean had no admiration for that type. It took little skill to dress up, hop on a horse somebody else groomed, trained, and braided, and do a little pattern in a show. Sean was a true cowboy – well, mostly. His family bred Paints and Quarter Horses, trained them to work under Western tack and perform in rodeos and breed shows, and sold them to mostly local buyers. Not many cows involved, to be honest. He couldn’t picture his big Paint gelding, a great all-purpose horse, collecting himself into the rounded, energetic frame he was now observing in the dressage arena. Continue reading »

Hal’s hands were tingling in anticipation as the rotor blades of the ContiBank chopper began winding to a halt. The pilot remained in his seat, flicking switches and beginning to fill in a log book. He did, however, incline his head at the exit door as a green light came on. “Thank-you, sirs and madam, you can now alight onto the platform.”

Working his way out of his bucket seat, Hal brushed out a few creases in the lap of his two-button suit and moved aside an empty champagne glass so he could follow the others out of the passenger compartment and into the tropical sunshine. The flight had been a slightly boring number of hours, despite the luxury accoutrements of the fast-flying helicopter. Continue reading »

With our cocks losing their blood supplies, we wilted like last week’s tulips. Tygre was ready, willing and waiting, and the two of us had nothing to offer her. We had to think, and fast. I jumped up off the chair, dragged Tygre over to the couch and made her kneel on the thing, hands on the back support, both feet dangling over the front edge. I waved Jesh over furiously. He quickly stepped over.

I reached under the couch and withdrew a long instrument made of pink latex with some sort of machinery or ball bearings deep inside the murky plastic. There were two wires that emerged from the bottom leading to a small breakout box with some controls on it. The main shaft was about 14 inches long. About eight inches down from the tip (shaped like a cock helmet, but about 1 1/2 times bigger than your average porno dick) another branch of latex sprouted from the base mast and curved upwards as well. Continue reading »

Suzi checked her make-up one last time. She wanted it to be perfect. She was attractive enough that it didn’t have to be perfect. It just had to be slutty. If it was slutty, the guys would be all over her like hounds on a bitch in heat, and she knew it. But maybe, if her make-up were perfect, their lust might have that little extra urgency that made her nipples and clit as stiff as little sticks. Besides, she was a little nervous. So she wanted her make-up to be perfect.

She carefully inspected her image in the mirror. Her full lips were flawlessly painted with a glossy hot pink lipstick, so much sluttier than the usual red that she was making herself moist just looking at it. She knew the effect it would have. Any guy with live meat between his legs would be unable to resist fantasizing about her pretty mouth wrapped around it. Continue reading »