Author: BeautifulRazzmatazz

[MM] Waiter gives me (straight, or so I thought) a good first time (Public) (First Time)

“Boys’ night!”

Everybody clinked shot glasses of whisky or tequila.

*What a nightmare. Oh well. Last goodbye, and the first of many.* I smiled to myself at the thought.

A few minutes later we were seated at a table, greeted by a waiter.

“What can I get you boys?” He was dressed in a tight-fitting black button down, with playful green eyes, and black hair.

*All right, even I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind looking like this guy*.

He caught me glancing.

“Contact lenses. I really have brown eyes.” He whispered, and patted my shoulder.

He left his hand there as he took the others orders.

“Five Heinekin’s.” He repeated. “And for you honey?”

He looked down at me. I looked into his green-brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah. Same.”

“Same. Sounds good. Six it is! We get to finish up a whole crate! How about that!”

The table cheered. I cheered too, a little loudly.

I watched the waiter walk away, and caught him glancing back at me. I looked back at the table and everyone was lost in their shot-aftermath.

“Fellas where’s the washroom?” Read more »

[MF] A hot train ride to Montreal, she sucks off a lucky passenger. (Public)

“So what do you take? Coffee or tea?” She asked.

She noticed the cart coming – and then she noticed he was asleep. She went to kick his leg from her seat, but then decided to do something just a little more sensual. She gingerly stood from her seat, leaned over him, and pressed her hand softly on his shoulder.

“Hey, do you want some coffee? Tea?” She said. Her voice wrapped up the words with a gentle quality, just the way she wanted.

He drifted back into consciousness.

“Huh?” Was all he managed. And then the cart was there.

She decided to be bold. *I will sleep with men. I will sleep with men. I will sleep with this man… probably.* She felt her sexual thoughts gain momentum. *I want to see what he’s got hidden in his pants. I want to feel his chest, and his broad shoulders. I want to nibble and kiss his ne-*

“Will either of you be having anything? Coffee? Tea?” The server said.

“Yeah,” the guy said, wiping his face with his hand, just to wake himself up. “Coffee. Please.” He nodded his thanks as he received the terrible paper cup. Read more »

[MF] A Run in the Valley (Public)

I woke up in a hot sweat. I was a mess.

Still in Toronto. The dead of summer. I was hard. I’d been dreaming of the same thing I’d been dreaming of all summer: the woman I met on my run.

It was a few months ago. We were outside the city, in the kind of unshaded park only Toronto seems to produce.

I was running, alone. It was 7am. I had a few nights’ 5 o clock shadow on me, and sweat was glistening everywhere else. The muscles on my neck, forearms, and calfs seemed to be eagerly exposed, made impressive by the definition sun and shade provide by contrasting each other.

I’d ridden the subway up to the park, and the woman had ridden it, too. The subway was the perfect mix of breezy and balmy, and we were above ground for the final leg.

I watched the woman drink it all in: the passing fields, the houses. I noticed she seemed overdressed, and sure enough a few minutes later she was pealing off her long pants to reveal booty shorts, and her cardigan to reveal what she was really wearing: a kind of sports romper made of cotton. One that clung to her breasts and grew taught over her ass, just over where the crease of her butt cheeks began. It was criminal. Read more »

[MF] A Run in the Valley

I woke up in a hot sweat. I was a mess.

Still in Toronto. The dead of summer. I was hard. I’d been dreaming of the same thing I’d been dreaming of all summer: the woman I met on my run.

It was a few months ago. We were outside the city, in the kind of unshaded park only Toronto seems to produce.

I was running, alone. It was 7am. I had a few nights’ 5 o clock shadow on me, and sweat glistened everywhere else. The muscles on my neck, forearms, and calfs seemed eagerly exposed, and were made all the more impressive by the definition sun and shade provide by contrasting each other.

I’d ridden the subway up to the park, and the woman had ridden it, too. The subway was the perfect mix of breezy and balmy, and we were above ground for the final leg.

I watched the woman drink the scenery in: the passing fields, the houses. I noticed she seemed overdressed, and sure enough a few minutes later she was peeling off her long pants to reveal booty shorts, and her cardigan to reveal what she was really wearing: a kind of sports romper made of cotton. One that clung to her breasts and grew taut over her ass, just over where the crease of her butt cheeks began. It was criminal. Read more »