Author: xxx_me1234

Lacking Intimacy p.1? [MF]

“Well, Nick,” Carly said, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t like to use the word diagnosis. To me that means there’s something wrong with you, something that has to be ‘fixed’, and of course there’s nothing truly wrong with you. You’re not sick, are you?”

“Uh, no, I’m not,” I said, confused.

“Right. So what I’m about to say isn’t so much as a diagnosis, but more of something that I want you to try on for size.”

“Okay,” I said slowly, still confused.

“I think you’re missing intimacy in your life.”

“Intimacy?” I said, questioningly. I wasn’t missing intimacy. Do guys really need intimacy in their lives?

“Yes, intimacy,” she began. Her eyes softened. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees, and her shirt opened just a bit more, tantalizing me with her cleavage. “We often think of intimacy as something that is purely physical…you know, *sex*,” she said, placing a confusing emphasis on the word sex. “But intimacy is so much more than that. It’s something that you share with someone, a kind of vulnerability that you don’t feel with someone at work, or a family member. It’s…more comfortable than that, it’s safe.” Read more »

Not my first erotic story, but my first post here. Feedback welcome! [long]

It was hot. The kind of hot that makes even life-long Floridians like me bitch about the heat.

On days like today, activities outside are limited to being in the pool (not laying out by the pool, physically putting as much of your body inside of the water as possible) or heading to the beach (again, even with an umbrella, it was still bordering on uncomfortable). Without plans on a lazy Saturday afternoon, and feeling “cooped up” after a long week of work, we decided that the latter would be fun and bravely donned our swimsuits before settling into the sweltering car for the less than five-minute ride. Too hot to walk.

The sight of Kelly in a bikini is not one that I’ll ever forget, and our trips to the beach or the pool generally result in a prolonged modeling session where Kelly shows me every nook and cranny of her bikini (no touching allowed) before we go. From the swell of her firm breasts encased in the tight bikini top, to the look of her flat stomach and the silver dolphin that adorns her belly button, to the way that her heart-shaped ass cheeks peek slightly out of the bottoms, we are forced to wait until I can will the tent in my shorts down before making our way. Read more »