“Blind” Date [MF] [sensual] [voyeur] [masturbation]

I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me, Sir.”

I had just completed a speech on leadership in human resources at a local seminar and was putting away my iPad back into its case and didn’t notice you approach. I quickly turn around and see two beautiful women standing behind me. “Hello, ladies,” I welcome with a smile, “How may I be of service?”

With an outstretched hand, “I wanted to thank you for such an insightful and powerful lecture,” you say as I firmly, yet gently, take your hand in mine and shake it professionally. “I own a nonprofit for blind charities and one of the things I find most challenging is the human resources aspect of my job and I believe the information you provided will be most beneficial.”

Before I could respond, your assistant gently pats your hand draped lightly gripping her left forearm. “I see an old acquaintance and want to say hello. I won’t be long and see you are in good hands. I’ll be back shortly,” she says as you release your grip from her arm.

“Have fun,” you say with a smile as she disappears into the crowd of people standing nearby.

Voyeur Hiking Part 2

We made plans to meet up in front of one of the popular distilleries that also has live music on most evenings. We love this spot in the fall as it has a creek flowing through the middle of it and is usually decorated with as many hay bales and pumpkins as they can possibly fit into that space. Mandy and I had enough time to shower and dress up for a night on the town in the mountains. More specifically, this means jeans and a light sweater for each of us. Mandy always looks amazing in tight jeans as she has learned how to accentuate her curves in a way that catches seemingly every guy’s attention that walks past her. We are sitting on a bench towards the front listening to a three-piece band when Luka and Mia walk up. Luka, to his credit, has tried to embrace Appalachian America and looked about as stylish as one can be in jeans and a flannel button down. Mia is in an ivory sweater dress with knee high brown riding boots.

First Date Part 2

Dripping wet, the coldness from the raindrops of her soaked hair brushing over my thighs and her mouth consumes me.
Her tongue twirling over the tip of my dick as she grasps it into her hand getting me hard again as I begin to drive down the road.

The warmth of her mouth, the saliva of her tongue lubricating as she is having her way with me. Doing my best to focus on the road and not letting
the temptation of just closing my eyes and enjoying what she is doing get the best of me I keep complete focus on the road ahead.

Glancing over to the passenger window and seeing the reflection of her soft round ass sticking up in full view of passing cars and people walking around as she is leaned over sucking me slow and steady has me even more turned on!

It was at that moment I realized she wasn’t staring at the deer grazing in the roadside fields as we headed to the movie theatre earlier, she was watching the reflection of me adjusting the bulge growing inside my pants as I did my best to cover up the consequences of the dirty thoughts that took over my mind due to the way she looked in that dress as her cleavage and long smooth legs drove me insane!

Sneaking away with the punk rock princess at a 90s party [MF]

This story takes place back when I was attending college in a midsize northeastern city. Student housing was limited, so most people lived off campus in the row houses that made up the majority of the neighborhoods in the area. As such, the social scene revolved around house parties. They were always hot, they were always cramped, and they were always the most fun I could imagine having at the time.

Having attended several house parties in the area over the course of the semester, one weekend, my housemates and I decided it was time we threw a party of our own.

We got the kegs, enlisted our friend’s punk band, and set up a Frankenstein speaker system made of our personal set ups. We weren’t sure how many people would come, but before long close friends and members of the band began arriving. That’s when she walked in.

She was short, maybe 5’1”, with dyed red hair and a rounded face dotted with light auburn freckles. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of pale blue/grey, piercing and strong with a secret to tell. Her breasts were midsized, proportionate to her petite frame, and her ass made the most irresistible heart-shaped impression in her neon leggings (it was a 90s party). One thing I’ll never forget about her were her impressively sculpted calves, which she said she owed to her fixed-gear bicycle.

Midnight Flames [MF]

Fire surrounds you: lustful, silken flames that lick your form with languid tongues. Crimson velvet wraps you sensation, sliding along your body. In this sea of touch you tumble, slowly swimming, your skin painted in sweat from the heat burning inside. Invisible hands explore you, finding your dreams, your pleasures, your cravings as they lavish passion over you.

Your own moans kiss your lips as you continue to twist and turn in your slumber. Satin sheets cover you as a second skin, fueling nocturnal visions of flesh and desire. Your back arches. Heat rises. Breath fills your lungs and drives your moans higher. The fire burns inside with an intensity that beckons to you and calls you further into it. You begin to twist, to writhe, calling out for more with wordless, brazen need. This fire consumes you, commands you, knows your every passionate secret, knows you give yourself willingly, eagerly, with your wordless begging. In your dreams, the fire grows hotter, stronger, driving your body into an effortless, guided dance you arch in the dark, midnight heat in this bed of need…

And on a scream you wake, gasping. Eyes now open, you gaze down over your body, to find my eyes burning back at you, my mouth nestled between your thighs.

Concelled Flight, III

With Hailey’s ass stuck out and her tight work pantyhose pulled down along with her white skimpy thong panties, I get ready to stick my hard, thick big cock inside of her. I first rub her hot pussy from the rear to moisten and lube her up some and I taste her succulent juices and add some spit on it and rub it in her nice puffy slit! “Yeah, you wanna fuck me, don’t you?” As I just force my hard cock right on in her tight pussy before she can say another word as she’s still steadying herself on the wall of the toilet stall wall with one hand & on the toilet stall metal partition with the other as I push in, “Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm, yeah. You’re so hard & thick!” See her balled feet through the nylon hose on both of her feet as I keep going further inside of this stewardess fuck bunny. “Hmmm, yeah, fuck me good! . . .” Feeling her opening up the harder I push inside. Smelling her pussy and perfume as I fuck as I slowly pull out the same way I pushed in, going slow and then picking up the pace as her nice full C/D sized tits bounce up and down as two other flight attendants walk in to the bathroom with the sounds of their high heel uniform pumps clicking, clacking on the shiny, polished tile floor either not noticing or not caring as they both walk towards down a toilet stall at the end of the bathroom, as they are talking amongst themselves as we both hear the sounds of their uniform clothes coming undressed with buttons being unbuttoned and skirt zippers going down, quickly. Hailey turns her head around and holds her mouth closed to keep herself from laughing as one starts to pee and the other is talking in some foreign language that sounded like either European French or Canadian French from the sounds of it? I just whisper to Hailey in her ear. “Your fellow co-workers are something else, aren’t they? . . .” Stifling her laugh with her hand she quickly knods her head, ‘yes’ up & down as the other starts to pee longer and harder the the first one after the other one finishes and didn’t flush. I fuck Hailey slowly and silently as those two start to make out with each other, saying sexy stuff to each other as we can hear them kiss, moan and uniform, underwear and pantyhose material start to rub together and they shuffle around with their high heel uniform heels still on the both of their feet! Exciting as that was and what we were doing adding to the thrill of it all. “Yeah, does hearing those other girls turn you on as your fucking me?. . . Hmmm, It’s making me, wetter! . . .” “Yeah, love those lezzie stewardess sluts, makin’ it with each other!” As I pound into Hailey holding her mouth closed, muffling her sounds with her own hand, feeling her hot pussy & pussy juices on my hard cock! I can’t believe my luck, meeting & fucking Hailey and now those two further down in the same bathroom! Their toilet flushes right as I tell Hailey I’m gonna cum and she pulls back and I pull back as she turns around in an almost in a unhuman like way and opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out seeing her long tongue as I bust a wad all over her face and mouth! The thick, pearly white cum blasts all over Hailey’s make up perspired & smeared face as I keep jerking my dick as it comes out in another thick, creamy wad right into her mouth as we hear the other stewardesses lip smack kissing and oooh, coo and moan to each other as the stall bathroom door on bumps against its lock in its jam.

Voyeur Hiking Part 1

It’s late October and my wife and I are spending time out at our house near the Smoky Mountains in eastern Tennessee. The Smokies in the fall is truly one of my favorite places on this planet. There’s always an amazing display of color mixed with the sounds and smells of leaves, evergreen trees and a cleanliness to the air you have to breath to understand. There is almost always a mountain stream or river close by that you can either see or hear whenever you’re on a hike. The constant smell of a campfire or a fireplace just adds to the magic for me in this piece of God’s country. The challenge is learning where to hike given how many people like to visit this area, especially in the fall. Having grown up around the mountains, I know a lot of the trails that are off the beaten path. One Monday afternoon, my wife and I decide to take a hike to a series of Cascades and waterfalls that are not on most of the visitor guides to the park. As avid lovers of the Smokies, we frequently are in the park and thus were used to running into a lot of different people from different states.

(M)orning shower (f)or oral rendezvous

I roll over and feel for you in the bed. You’ve already gotten up. I can see the light coming from under the bathroom door and I hear the shower turn on. I rub the sleep from my eyes and stretch. I realize that despite our amorous interactions the night before, I’m still rock hard. And wanting you…

I go in and slowly slide the door open. You don’t hear me, and your back is to me. As you let the water cascade down you run your fingers through your hair to thoroughly soak it, I can see your entire figure. Your shapely ass, your fit legs and your sexy skin, glistening.

I drop my underwear to the floor and slide in behind you gently rubbing my hands across your hips. I pull you back to me and embrace you with my arms wrapped around you. I slide my hands up and cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples in my hands as I kiss the nape of your neck and taste the water on you. You moan lightly. I grab you back into me and you feel my hardness pressed up against you.

The Video Chat – PART 3 – (M4M) – a porn model, sugar daddy story with a twist

Make sure you read Parts 1 and 2 first! They’re in my profile/feed

PART 3:

Logan sent Patrick his address and within thirty minutes, a driver in a black Mercedes-Benz picked him up and took him to the airport. Logan flew via private jet from West Palm Beach to New York City’s JFK airport. From there, Logan was escorted to a helicopter where the pilot informed him their flight would only take about twenty minutes.

Until now, Logan hadn’t been too surprised by the VIP treatment. A chauffeur and even a private jet were not new experiences to him. He made a lot of money from modeling and had many wealthy friends. But something about the helicopter made him feel like he had reached a new level.

He pulled out his phone and texted his talent agent, Chris: omg, I’m on a helicopter rn, leaving JFK to meet Patrick Halliday upstate.

Chris replied: Damn kid! That’s hot! Pretty soon you won’t even need me!

Logan replied with a frowny face.

Shaving Fantasy [mf] [sensual]

“What do you fantasize about?”

I paused and re-read your text again. Do I say it, or just make something up? I never thought one text could make me this nervous. The cursor blinked as if it was scolding me for delaying so long with my response. It’s just a text, right, I thought to myself. Who knows, maybe you’ll find this to be sexy as I do, I reasoned. My thumbs slowly begin typing the letters of my response…

“I fantasize about shaving a woman’s pussy.”

I stare at the screen in disbelief I had actually admitted that. In public. To a woman. I feel my heart beating a little faster in anticipation of the response. Fearing my admission would bring at best, a response of mild ridicule, and at worst, the conversation would grind to an immediate halt, or somewhere in between.

“Seriously?”

Oh no, here it comes, I thought. You are repulsed by my admission.

“I would absolutely love that! I have never considered having that done to me until this moment, but now that it is in my mind I can’t stop thinking about it. I admit, I am getting wet just visualizing it.”