Author: RealMagic2020

There are times when nothing matters and times when everything matters; times when life is an ongoing struggle and times when life is smooth and flowing; times when there seems to be no love in the world and times when it seems as if the universe is your lover.

She had been his lover and he had been hers. She was ultimately stronger than him so she was the one to leave. Both of them knew that there was no other choice although neither one of them wanted to accept it.

They had met and felt immediate attraction, so much so that it worried them, as it should have; in the end it tore them apart as it exploded through their lives and the lives of all who knew them and cared for them.

Where did she come from? And how did she know she was just what I needed? But she did. And she was.

Long ago but at times still seeming like yesterday I was in a relationship that took everything from me. Heart. Soul. Passion. At times I wished my life had been taken as well. I was dead inside.

I stopped writing. I stopped caring. I stopped being. Lost my advance. Lost my apartment. Lost my friends. Just lost. Lost.

She was in a park, beneath a tree, hair caressed from her shoulders by the wind, eyes sapphires bewitching the world, lips slightly parted in a delicate hint of a smile. She was not beautiful, she was beauty. Everything sensual and all that is erotic. For the first time in months I felt like trying writing something. Something about her but more than that. A confessional. Not my story. The story of every man lucky enough and unlucky enough to see the depths of his soul standing across from him in quiet splendor. Read more »

This story is about the summer of my sophomore year in college spent house sitting for family friends who were vacationing in Europe. They lived in a very exclusive gated community in southern California, not far from the beach. The type of place I and anyone I knew would never be invited to spend any time in. My buddies and I aren’t from poor neighborhoods but this was a world far removed from ours. Large homes with large yards and large pools with guest bungalows. Houses filled with trophy milfs whose husbands were always at work, and with daughters ripe and firm and tanned and untouchable…for guys like me.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m no incel, and I got my share as a young man. Good looking women. But nothing like the elite stuff prancing around in this community. Like I said earlier, this was a different world. Instagram models. Women accustomed to being spoiled. Women who could fuck movie stars and rock stars. That level.

My house sitting duties were simple and very straightforward. Basically just keep the place from burning down. Staff did everything else. Anything in the house was mine to enjoy, including a nice little present of dab the oldest son left for me. Things were feeling great. No job or classes. Just enjoying a fantastic house in a fantastic area. Read more »

Her hair was in a high ponytail as she stood quietly and let him experience her the way she knew he adored. He lightly kissed her forehead then leaned his head to smell the shampoo scent that lingered in her damp hair. He brushed his lips on an ear and murmured softly to her in their private sexual language–their phrases, their compliments, their encouragements, and their teases. She bathed herself in the warmth and freshness of his breath and the sexual tension in his voice, gasping when he kissed her neck on “the spot,” the one that seemed to be connected directly to her clit.

One of his large hands traveled smoothly to her ass and caressed, his hand encompassing each cheek fully as he moved it from one panty covered buttock to the other as she rested her head softly against his chest. Then his hand slid directly onto her flesh, his caresses becoming more insistent as she felt his cock growing. He hooked a thumb into each side of her panties and she felt cool air on her ass and pussy as her panties bunched at her feet. His mouth covered hers and his tongue moved with hers as he pushed his cock against her and she pulled at his briefs. Both of his hands were massaging her ass, pulling them apart and rolling them in his firm grasp as one of her palms moved up and down his erect shaft. She gasped when he used a finger to rub the entrance to her asshole, gripping his cock and stroking him in response. Read more »

I am a woman who gets what she wants. I’m smart, well-educated and beautiful. I honestly believe I could have any man I want. So why am I obsessed with a highschool English teacher?

It began in an upscale restaurant. I was at the bar working on my third lemon drop. He was alone at a table having steak and red wine as he read his kindle. Actually read it. I suppose that got my attention first. Who comes alone to an expensive restaurant and reads? Based on the dinner and his wine selection he was dropping $150-$200, pre-dessert or tip. To read alone. Read more »