Paul's Place
 
Welcome to my blog.

These are some of my short stories and other random thoughts.
There's a warm breeze blowing in from the lake , and it's soothing my soul. I'm watching the sail boats as they flutter and dot the horizon and I've got a cooler full of frozen jello-vodka slushies. The waves are lapping gently, up against the rocks, so . . . have a seat . . . grab a slushie . . . and, I'll share a story with you.

Please leave your comments and messages - I welcome them and I will always get back to you.
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My 'FEATURED FAVORITE' blog post for this week is: 'Cowgirl - Shower at the Motel ' - a hot and sensual tale of a cowgirl and her lover, and - obviously, a hot shower. Click the blue title below . . .
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*Words are like meatloaf - they can be sculpted into any shape you choose. . . . . (*Paul ......)
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My Private Mail Box
Posted:Jul 12, 2018 9:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2018 1:47 pm
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The mail system here is sketchy. My Private Mail Box allows you to communicate with me , in total privacy . 'Click' ' . Comments' , and leave me a message. You can read my response from your own Blog Main Page, clicking the right option - 'Where I am Quoted' Or you can check back here , as I always reply within one day. Only you and I can see what's being said. 'Pending' - means it's PRIVATE.

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Sex with an Alien
Posted:Aug 16, 2018 4:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2018 12:23 pm
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Don't you find that there aren't enough jokes or laughter in our every day lives ? So much drama and angst with everyone taking themselves and others so seriously.

Today is that one day in the year to make up for it by celebrating 'National Tell A Joke Day' . Don't feel comfortable with telling a joke? Start off with a few 'one liners' or a 'knock knock' joke. From morning till night, let's laugh! Laughter has been proven to extend your life and provide a better quality of life. Try it out today and every day and see if you won't become a happier person and as a consequence, make all those around you happier as well !
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So...
... this husband and wife are abducted by Martians, get stripped and then get huddled into separate rooms. The wife meets the naked male Martian, but she's obviously not impressed.
"It's too small", she chirps.
The male Martian taps his forehead three times and his tiny one inch penis grows to over 9 inches in length. The wife grins.
"But it's too narrow", she complains and frowns again.
The male Martian, gently tugs on his ears three times and his eedee beedee penis grows to over 8 inches in girth. The wife looks lustfully at the Martian's member.

Several hours later, the husband and wife are safely transported back to their home. The wife is exhausted and beams with a languid, satisfied and breathless smile.

"Well... that was something special ! ", she gasps, grinning ... still out of breath and quite spent. "How did it go for you?"

"Awful ! Just terrible ! ", her husband replies . "I have such a splitting headache. That female Martian just kept smacking my fucking forehead and yanking on my damm ears."

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Let's hear your best jokes and let's have a smiley day!
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Sex and Fish in the Office
Posted:Aug 14, 2018 2:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2018 8:26 am
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The conversation this afternoon, in the office kitchenette, drifted towards sex. Bob, the twenty something stud, opened the discussion by bragging about his 'hot' , weekend. Evidently he had serviced his new 'love' , endlessly and repeatedly, to multiple orgasms. He had supposedly lost count of how many orgasms he'd had - but he clearly remembered that it was more than four.

Betty, (the stalky, short haired, mother of three), who was sitting next to me , got up from her chair at my table, and went to check on the fish stew, that she had been reheating in the microwave, for the last eight minutes. Steve, (recently separated), tugged at his tie and brushed his grey hair back through his fingers, and, reluctantly, dug into his cheese sandwich. Mayonnaise , oozed from the bread at the top, and it looked like there might have been a piece of lettuce sticking out from the side. Sally, who was in the seat in front of me, quickly stopped eating her spinach salad, snapped the lid back on her container, wiped her fork with her napkin, and excused herself so that she could finish some report that was, supposedly 'way past due' .

Mike and Linda and Debbie (a trio in their thirties), were sipping coffee (leisurely dripped - from our one cup, 'Designer Coffee Machine') , and joined the conversation.

Betty's fish stew was done and steaming, and it was almost as if we were all eating it with her - although it was only a simple portion, prepared for no more than three or four people, or five at the very most.

We all agreed that women past the age of forty or fifty, quite obviously, have the advantage over most men of a similar age, when it comes to sexuality. Whereas many men are preoccupied with - performance anxiety issues, erection endurance fear, and overall concerns about stamina, women are more preoccupied with 'vaginal tensile strength' , 'tummy plumpiness' , and gravity issues, with respect to 'breast perkiness and overall sagginess'. The men in the room, scoffed at those concerns and sanctioned any and all warm and wet vaginas, in spite of anything else happening to a woman's body. Bob was especially adamant, and descriptive in his praise of those pink, languid vestibules of lust. Linda listened intently and fidgeted in her seat - crossing and uncrossing her legs. I smiled at her and she blushed.

We also agreed (in between our mouthfuls of nourishment and sips of coffee) , that frequency of orgasm, and post orgasmic recovery time, was an issue with most men, and yet surprisingly, not a concern at all, for the multi orgasmic, 'ready in five minutes' , women in our midst. The women in the room also claimed, quite emphatically, and with much sympathy and empathy, that they could live with a 'reasonable' delay from their partners. Betty had her mouth full and had nothing to say.

Someone, perhaps Linda, asked me for my opinion, and the tiny crew in that kitchenette , paused, and waited. Except for Betty who was digging her fingers into her mouth, trying to pry out a fish bone, that was stuck between her teeth.

I began... "I'll cum as quickly or as slowly as I wish. Obviously, if I am stopped at a red light, then we are talking about a mere minute or so. In the bedroom or bowling alley or wherever my lover and I happen to be - I will take as long as I want to. Of course, at the bowling alley on the weekends, that can take all night and sometimes forever ."

We were all surprised when we heard Betty, clear her throat and ask; " Why is that Paul? Why does it take forever to cum at that Bowling Alley?"

I looked at her and replied , "Because every 20 or 30 seconds or so, I have to run to one of the lanes and reset the fucking pins!"

Betty nodded her head knowingly. Just at that moment, Steve, the 'Interim VP Marketing' , gingerly walked into the room, looked around, and timidly mentioned that the meeting scheduled for 3 o'clock, had been bumped up to 2:30.

We all looked at him and fell silent. I packed up my half eaten, meat loaf sandwich and the rest of the group, bundled their food remnants as well . All except for Betty - she was eagerly munching on her fish stew. We waved and left her there and she smiled and waved back. She worked in 'Payables'.
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Do you ever get into discussions about sex at work?
How does that turn out?

What do you think about fish stew (or any other smelly food), at the work place?

Multiple 'O' s' or single... and how about recovery time? Boys? Girls?

Anything I've missed? Feel free to freelance... I'd love to hear your point of view.

Hey y'all... don't be shy...!

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He Craved Her Gentle Touch...
Posted:Aug 7, 2018 6:33 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2018 11:41 pm
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I don't write a 'Regular Blog'. I post, 'easy reading' , simple, erotic stories. However, what if, I were to share deeper personal thoughts and ramblings, about random themes with you? What would my blog resemble?

It's been almost 4 months now since I got on 'A F F' , chose my user name, and pressed 'enter' . I had no idea what I was doing. I was intrigued, as this site just seemed to 'smell' of the thick scent of musky sex - sort of like what your bedroom might smell like, the morning after , while your lover still slept, next to you. It looked alluring and risky and some people walked around naked and that was exciting and cool.

I started this blog, posted stories, and I began 'watching' other bloggers. I noticed that although some blogs may have seemed simple enough on the surface, many bloggers shared subtle, intimate details of their lives, including the heartbreak and sadness that they'd suffered, and broken promises they'd endured. Others shared concerns they had, about where their lives were heading, and about their jobs and their families.

Regardless of what they wrote about, they all shared their thoughts and musings with this huge, curmudgeon data base of naked and half naked 'friends' and 'watchers', for one reason ; they wanted to touch them, and they wanted to be touched , by the right people, of course!

Today , I accidentally stumbled upon a blog post, from 2013. The blogger, a woman in her early 50's, had been diagnosed with level four, terminal bone cancer. All treatment had been abandoned and she was waiting. I read her very... last.. post , where she spoke of never getting the chance to watch her two daughters graduate, or get married or to see her grand children. She explained, how sad it was that she was leaving this earth, before her parents. She spoke about her life and how it was ending too soon. I was compelled to read her other previous posts. I wanted to get to know this person. I could barely see anything, as tears blurred my vision and emotions choked my throat. I have two daughters. She was a real person, her name was Debbie , and she died in 2013.



This site is full of 'real' people, and if you spend enough time reading someone's blog, you'll probably discover something deeply personal about that blogger. It's smeared on their hearts and souls, like that stain you just can't remove, and it surfaces in the words they write - whether they realize it or not!

I might one day, be one of those people who feel open and comfortable enough to be able to share something worthy, and personal with you. Instead.... for now... I'll be the guy by the lake, sipping those frivolous frozen Jello vodka slushies, with an empty, welcoming chair, next to him, stringing and shaping random words together, and I'll be pretending that this is just a 'sex hookup site' . Perhaps that's all this site is - but today , as I reflect, it seems more than that.

I'll title this blog in a suitably misleading fashion and include a random naked pic of some sort, because I am shallow and I'd like a few views on this blog... Yep...
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Do you think this site is more than a trivial sex hook up sex site?
Do you think it is ONLY a sex hook up site?
Or is it somewhere in between?

What about your own blog... Do you share your personal thoughts or do you keep it trivial and more impersonal ?

Is this a guy OR a girl thing?

Are y'all shy? Please share your thoughts.

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Lust Amongst the Pines - (based on a true story)
Posted:Aug 2, 2018 1:46 pm
Last Updated:Aug 16, 2018 11:30 am
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What happens on a steamy August day, when two lovers and their lust for each other, converge in a thick pine forest? Well . . . .they don't chess!

I was waiting for Lynn. I was wearing my swim trunks, towel in my hand, and flip flops on my feet as I stood under the shade of a large pine tree. Raising the ball cap I wore, I wiped the sweat off my forehead . The air was thick and hot and muggy and so typical of an afternoon in August. Cicadas took turns from all sides, as they relentlessly, unceasingly, buzzed.. Lynn and I were spending the weekend at my summer cottage and we were headed to the river to cool off. I'd been standing and waiting, for more than a few minutes now - and was growing more and more, impatient. A mosquito had just landed on my thigh - I smacked it!

"Lynn, are you ready yet? Come on! Let's go !"

And as I said that, she bounced out of the house (screen door slamming behind her) and ran up to me.

"Ok. I am ready."

With a quick kiss to my lips, she turned and started to walk towards the road. I stared at her bikini clad bum, as it wiggled from side to side. Quickly, I ran and caught up to her and pinched her butt.

"Hey...! ", she jumped and laughed.

"I know a short cut, through the forest. Let's take it. ", I said.

It wasn't long before we were under the shade of the thick pine forest, walking on a soft bed of needles. Without warning, Lynn abruptly stopped and turned around towards m e and with those twinkly blue green eyes and that mischievous look she often got - and blurted out;

"Let's make love! "

"What - here?"

"It'll be hot. ", she replied as she pressed her almost naked body against mine, put her arms around my neck and seduced m e with her patented wet, lustful kiss. She tasted great! My swim trunks were down around my ankles and I spread my towel over the pine needles in seconds.

"My my... Aren't we in a rush?" , she laughed as she looked at my already growing, chubby friend.

Lynn and I were always horny, but this hot weather seemed to have put a super heater to our lust and took it to the next level. Lynn ripped off her bikini and threw it to the side , where it landed on a fern. I barely had the time to admire her perky breasts or her sleek naked body before she lunged for me and my now, rock hard cock. She wrapped her hands around my shaft and over the head of my penis and tickled my balls with her long nails. I was already dripping wet. She kissed me and then left my lips , looked down at my cock and smiled admiringly. My hands caressed the nape of her back and then my fingers gently fluttered up and over her breasts and erect nipples, while my other hand slipped between her legs and along her swollen clit and into her pussy. She was soaking wet and I knew, neither of us was in the mood for any foreplay. The forest air was dense and humid and sweat was pooling in tiny droplets on my forehead. This was going to be a - 'hot, sticky, sexy, quicky' - for sure! Lynn got on my beach towel on her knees, pointed her ass and her cute wet vagina in the air, and lovingly beckoned me with her sultry, hushed toned, invitation.

"Come to me Paul. Come here baby!"

I could have cum right then and there, just by the way Lynn spoke those words. I quickly knelt down, and grasped her waist. In our horny, excited state of minds, we knew it wouldn't take much, to put us over the top. So when I gently pushed the wet swollen head of my cock, past her pussy lips and into and along the walls of her steamy vagina - we both let out loud gasps of pleasure and closed our eyes. 'My gosh, that first plunge just takes your breath away.', I realized. I was so deep inside Lynn, that I could feel her cervix. My body was already tingling, from head to toe. I knew Lynn was feeling similar ecstasy when she arched her back, clutched the towel with both hands and pressed her face to the ground and gently moaned. I could already feel her legs trembling and her pussy twitching. That's what lust will do to you - it bends time and space and reality.

"Oh Paul. Baby. You feel sooo good inside me.", she moaned softly.

Suddenly and without warning, we heard loud voices coming towards us. We froze in shock! I realized that we were less than 10 feet from a hiking trail. A gaggle, of what sounded like, 20 or more adults, were approaching us, quickly along that path, and we had no time to hide. We heard their voices and laughter getting louder and louder and Lynn and I looked at each other in embarrassed and humiliated panic and fear. Crouched as we were on that forest floor, the only thing blocking the hikers' view of us (besides the birch and pine trees lining the trail) , were a smattering of large, three foot tall, green ferns. They would surely see us. This was going to be bad. My cock was still throbbing deep inside her when I whispered into Lynn's ear.

"Don't move. Don't move a muscle or make any sound. They won't see us."

I lied to her - they would see us. I hugged and squeezed her and my arms wrapped around her breasts in an effort to make ourselves smaller. I leaned my head against the silky smooth skin of her back. She, ' pretended ' to help as well, as she pushed her ass back into my groin and ground it from side to side and up and down, and in a circular motion, mashing her pussy into me, with all her skill. My eyes rolled back into my head. I was so close to coming as my cock twitched inside her. Perhaps Lynn didn't understand what I had said. I whispered to her again, but this time, I used an angry assertive tone while I commanded her, not to move a muscle! She had never listened to my commands before and I should have known she wouldn't listen then. I slowly lifted my head and peered through the ferns to see the hikers quickly approaching us, two by two and three by three. 'Oh gosh!' I thought... 'Here we go. ..'.

It was at that moment, that Lynn chose to push us both, to the very edge of our sexually aroused limits. With the toned wet muscled walls of her hot vagina , she expertly gave my engorged penis, seven or eight , hard, tight, squeezes - as it lay there, buried helpless, throbbing and trapped inside her. I lost count of how many times my penis twitched in response - was it six or seven, or a dozen? I do recall seeing stars and my brain tingled. I tightly closed my eyes, and winced in pleasure , as I felt the waves of sexual bliss , roll over me. The hikers were right next to us, but in my 'sexually hyper-sensitive ' state of mind, I really. . . did not give. . . a shit ! I could see their feet - and some wore hiking boots. And of course, just at that moment , my silly cock twitched three more times. It was the tipping point for Lynn as she frantically whipped her hand across her mouth, and muffled first one moan and then another. Just for added payback, I gently caressed and massaged her swollen clit. Lynn instantly grabbed my hand in hers and froze it there, while she dug her nails into my wrist. My cock throbbed and I felt Lynn's pussy twitching repeatedly. We had just edged ourselves to the brink of orgasmic nirvana - and we paused there - hovering, almost floating. All the while, the hikers walked by us - totally oblivious to the carnal explicitness available for their viewing pleasure , just feet away.

Finally the last of the jolly trudgers had trudged by, as we heard their laughter echoing further and further into the distance, and far into the trees. My breathing resumed and Lynn exhaled loudly as her body went limp. Lynn looked back up at me with her twinkling blue green eyes, and smiled.

"Ooooops.", was all she said, and she started giggling.

I held her waist, and looked down at her and blinked. I suddenly noticed that there was a large mosquito resting on her bum. I slapped it hard - really hard , with my open hand. Lynn was startled and let out a loud yelp!

A squirrel in the branches of the tree right next to us began chirping. I presumed he wanted the 'show' to continue. . . and so did I !

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This story was submitted to A F F Virtual Symposium Topic - Hot August # 43

Have you ever been so aroused that you didn't care if you were caught by anyone or not?
Have you ever been caught by strangers or family , like Lynn and I almost were? Share your stories... please.

Oh and here's a safety tip... You're never truly alone in a forest. There's always at least one squirrel, ready and waiting to perv you... Lol


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Caught Naked By The Shore
Posted:Jul 16, 2018 5:24 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 11:53 am
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On that hot, steamy and sultry July evening, I sat there in my red, fold out picnic chair, (with the dual cup holders) and looked over the lake, as tiny sail boats dotted the horizon. Waves gently lapped up against the rocky shore.

Happy hour had (theoretically) ended, yet I still had a surplus of frozen Jello-vodka slushies packed in the cooler next to m e . The gentle, warm and yet cooling breeze, blowing in from the bay, could easily have hypnotised your soul, if you let it - so I let it... Or was it the Jello slushies? I wasn't sure.

A short distance away, the bell in the tower at the nearby church tolled eight times. It's soothing chimes echoed accross the shimmering water and then through the shaded park where I sat. The participants from the yoga class on the grass nearby , clapped their hands in approval and recognition for the diligent guru who had been leading them, and they all began rolling up their mats.

It was only appropriate, while in my 'Jello haze', that I asked myself the most relevant question I could think of at that moment ; How has that site (AdultCR.com Adult Chatroulette), changed my sexual outlook? It was an interesting question. I took another sip of my Jello-vodka slushy, fired up the cell phone and logged onto the A F F site - for inspiration.

I flipped through some naked pictures of women and couples and then I 'clicked', on my own 'Profile', to (shamelessly), see what the viewer count was on my Album titled - 'Dick Pics For the Curious'.

Unbeknownst to me, two women (slightly younger than I was) , had paused to admire the lake. However, they chose to stand right behind me - as I sat there, in my chair, with my brilliant cell phone, lighting up the early dusk sky, with pictures of my dick! It was true, that I was hogging four feet of the view of the lake, on that strip of the shore. However, there were another five hundred yards of shoreline, where they might have chosen to pause.

At first I didn't even notice them and I can only imagine for how long they had stood there . It was only when I heard one of them make a comment to her friend about my pictures, that I turned around. They both looked at me and then with broad and bright smiles, feigned shock, and horror, all the while giggling between themselves. It seemed to me that they had been enjoying 'Happy Hour', somewhere else, prior to their lake visit.

"We didn't mean to look, but...", the shorter brunette started to say, still smiling.
"Are those pictures of you?", she continued, while grinning and quite obviously impressed.

"I don't think they're appropriate for i n s t a Gram though.", the taller blond woman chirped, and they both started laughing together.

Prior to my joining this site, I might have been horrified, mortified, or even embarrassed and shy. On that evening with those two women standing next to me, staring at my phone... I started to get a little 'chubby' .

Yes - one thing this site has proven to me is that some women, have the same desires and needs as men. And if you are patient and confident and have a great sense of humour and are marginally articulate - meeting new women and enjoying their warmth and company is a challenge that one can playfully and successfully face.

I had a cooler, full of Jello-vodka slushies and the sun wasn't setting for another hour. I greeted the two women and quickly ran to get two more lawn chairs out of the trunk of my car. I'd just made two new friends.

I'll let you know how this whole thing went down, another time. Yep... What was the question?
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This story was submitted to the -
AdultCR.com Adult Chatroulette Virtual Symposium #42
How Has This Site Changed My Sexual Outlook?


So I ask you - Has this site changed your sexual outlook and how? Let me know.

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Mama's Boy ! ... (based on what she told me)
Posted:Jul 2, 2018 1:21 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 11:54 am
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Bobby, held his girlfriend's waist and slowly opened the door to his dark, silent home. Bobby was a tall, good looking 35 man. He was intelligent and had a great job as a Security Guard at the local mall. Looking at him, you would never know that he was born without 8 of his fingers. He was also missing a large portion of his tongue. Birth defects to be sure - but challenges that Bobby faced - head on.

And yet, he lived with his doting mother, who did everything for him. She washed his clothes for him and cooked for him and cut his food up into little pieces for him and tied his shoes for him - sometimes . In fact, she often, did things for him, that he was perfectly capable of doing for himself. Yet, he always let his mother help him, whenever she wanted to. Bobby was a grown man, but he had some issues - that he was working through. Bobby and his girlfriend, walked into the dimly lit living room. There was no sign of his mother. She must be asleep, they both thought. The coast was clear.

Bobby's girlfriend, Deborah was a beautiful, slim and sultry twenty nine brunette, who had been waiting for this moment for months now. She knew they were heading upstairs to Bobby's bedroom and she was trembling with anticipation. Slowly, they tiptoed up the creeky stairs.

Bobby led Deborah into his dark bedroom and commanded her to take her clothes off and lie on his bed. She did as she was told. Bobby bundled up her clothes, sniffed her panties, and put everything into a neat pile on an empty chair next to the dresser. He blindfold Deborah with a silk scarf , and then, took off his own clothes. The bed creaked as he lay down beside her. They could both feel the heat of each other's bodies, as skin touched skin. They were both ready. He was as hard as he could be, and she was already moist and her pussy was throbbing.

Blindfolded and naked, she spread her legs and waited impatiently on the bed, in the dark. The only sound she heard, was her own heart beating and their breathing, as they inhaled, then exhaled each other's scent.

"Bobby! Pleasure me with your hands. Touch me ", she finally pleaded.

The bed rustled and squeaked and she soon felt a pair of warm, soft, palms , gently massaging her breasts and body and thighs until her nipples were erect and her vagina began tingling. Her dripping, hot juices, flowed in tiny, tiny rivlets down along and out of her pussy and into the crack of her bum.

"Oh Bobby. Touch me with your thumbs !", Deborah sighed and moaned softly.

The bed squeaked and rustled again, and she immediately felt a plump digit gently enter her wet vagina. She felt that familiar inexorable tingling as her engorged clitoris was expertly and deftly played with and stroked and teased until stars, filled her covered eyes and her knees began to twitch.

"Oh Bobby!"

She moaned again, as she arched her hips and tilted and rolled her head back, deeply into the soft pillow. Her pussy and her spine and her whole body and every part of her skin, tingled.

She would be unable to withstand this unbearable and heavenly torture much longer. Her mind and body were in ecstacy, and on fire and her loins and wet throbbing vagina ached for that familiar release - only a convulsing, mind numbing orgasm could provide.

"Oh Bobby. Baby... please, please! Use your mouth. Please make me cum!", she begged, as her toes curled and uncurled and her legs and knees shivered and quivered.

The bed rustled and creaked again as Bobby shifted next to her. Suddenly - she heard the unfamiliar and thundering voice of what could only be, Bobby's mother, bellowing, right, beside her.

"BOBBY... MOVE OVER, damm it! I can't REACH her from HERE !"

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Have you ever dated a Mama's Boy?
Do you help your kids out?
Too much perhaps or not enough?
Have you ever offered them advise in the bedroom?
Have you ever accidentally walked in on them ?
How about your parents? Have they ever walked in on you and your lover?

Your stories and comments are most welcome...


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The Cowgirl - Shower At The Motel (ch. 2)
Posted:Jun 8, 2018 7:42 am
Last Updated:Aug 14, 2018 10:05 am
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In Part 1 (see the blog below) or click here The Cowgirl The Parking Lot part 1 of 2 - Kelly was on her way to the Calgary Stampede when she met her old boyfriend Bobby, at a stop. They both rekindled an old and very hot romance and walked hand in hand along the dirt and gravel road, towards his room, in a dusty Motel...

They finally stepped up to his Motel room door.
Kelly let go of Bobby's hand, flipped her long golden hair to to the side, smiled, and looked at Bobby as he put his key in the lock. He turned the key, smiled back at her and flung the door open. She walked in.

The motel room was vintage "80's Kitsch". The walls were lined with vertical, cheap, dark stained pine boards. The floor was covered in a worn out, thin pile, dark maroon carpet, and the double bed had a large blanket, printed with a brilliant floral motif. Of course - facing the bed, was a framed print of a large oak tree in a meadow. And lastly - bolted to the dresser with a steel chain , was a bulky 25 inch CRT - RCA Color Television'.

She flung her cowboy boots up in the air and to the floor and unbuttoned her plaid shirt and threw it onto the bed. Her jeans were halfway down to her knees, (revealing her white, bikini panties), before she'd even reached the bathroom door and she flipped the jeans , with a flick of her foot, onto the bed as well.

Kelly, was finally in the 'lime green' bathroom, pulling off her black sport bra, to release two perfectly shaped, perky breasts. She pulled open the shower curtain, as she listened to Bobby - in the bedroom , who was already on the phone, ordering the pizza.

"Hey Kelly...", he yelled to her, "You want a Coke or a Seven Up?"

"I don't care. Coke, I guess.", she called back.

She finally flung her white panties on the floor, and kneeled on the edge of the tub to open the faucet and set the temperature of the water. Her perfectly smooth, moon shaped white ass, pointed towards the ceiling, yet her pussy was barely visable through her tightly squeezed thighs. This exquisite view, would have been much appreciated, had Bobby been behind her! He was still on the phone. After a minute or two, she was finally convinced , that the water, was perfect for her.

The olive green tub she was about to step into, was equipped with those black rubber strips, glued to the bottom. She pointed her toes, eased her naked body into the tub and reached for the nozel to turn on the shower head. She closed her eyes and let the warm, magical liquid, splash over her blond hair, over her head and her closed eyes and across her breasts, and eventually down and between her thighs and long legs . She allowed the warm wetness to caress her body and - envelope her soul! 'Oh my God, this feels so good!' , she thought to herself, as that glorious rush of hot water, cascaded over her nakedness.

When he first touched her she was shocked and startled and she opened her eyes.

"Oh my gosh. What are you doing here? I'm naked! Get out! ", she protested in mock horror and laughed as she greeted him with a hug . He reached for her and held her close, as the water cascaded over both their bodies. His penis was inflamed and engorged and she felt its warmth, up against her stomach, as she was held in his embrace. She could also feel it, pulsing and throbbing, and even as the water, poured over her back she could feel his precum painting her belly.

He reached for the bar of soap. Moving with experienced precision , he lathered up his hands and began his mission. Slowly, down, and then up, her legs. He started at her ankles and ran his foamy hands up her right leg, and between her milky thighs and brushed against her pussy lips, oh so lightly, but just stopped short of where she wanted his fingers to be . She moved her hips, but, he avoided her thrust. She squirmed a little more desparately. He then continued with his soapy hands, on her left leg and buttocks - and inner thigh, and again just barely touched her pussy lips. She shuddered and an excited chill ran through her body. He continued to avoid her- 'friend', and she shivered and sighed and threw her arms around his neck.

"Stop fooling around Bobby! Please, just make love to me. ", she laughed , amidst the gentle roar of the cascading water. Her words were lost in the din of white noise as steam rose and began to fill the room.

Lathered up again, he, smothered her breasts and erect nipples and chest and stomach and back, with more cleansing bubbly, rich soap. His hands moved smoothly against her silky body. She felt herself tingling everywhere. He lifted her arms and gently, massaged and cleaned her smooth arm pits. She laughed and giggled and squeezed her arms to her sides.

"Stop! " she screamed, laughing. And he did, but then whispered in her ear...

"I'll have to wash you more. You're dirty everywhere! ", - and she looked into his dark blue eyes and she let him - and he did! He ran his slippery hands and fingers up her perfect ass and along her cheeks and and then with one digit, just barely into her tiny puckered ass hole. She winced, and smiled, and laughed . And then he moved his lathered hands and fingers forward to her hairless pussy. He rubbed his hands up and down and across her swollen clit and down her labia majora and minora, and he continued along, all the other named parts of her vagina. She closed her eyes and even above the sound of the shower spray, he heard her moan. Every part of her skin was quivering and electrified, in anticipation.

She arched her hips and moved her thighs - to meet his hands and fingers. She sighed and tilted her head back. The warm water, slid off her long blond hair and slippery wet body, as would, hot butter off a broiled steak- an appropriate, analogy for an Alberta steak house !

Finally, she opened up her eyes and grabbed the bar of soap out of his hands and smiled a mischievous smile - "Enough! My turn!", she commanded him in mock anger, as she pushed and twisted his body up and around and underneath the shower head. He smiled and raised his arms in resignation. His rock hard cock was pointed straight at her. She looked at his erect penis in amusement and smiled at him.

"Ohhh. He missed me? ", she giggled at him and then enveloped her soapy hands and fingers around his throbbing shaft and head and balls and massaged his manhood. He closed his eyes and leaned forward and kissed her. She met his kiss with her mouth parted and her tongue, eager to taste him! She had full control of him and he acquiesced to her power! Even in the steam filled room she could see his eyes roll back in his head and she felt his body quiver to her touch. She relished her control and smiled as she squeezed the head of his cock!

Her hands eventually left his dick, dangling so to speak, and she continued exploring his body. She washed his muscular arms and legs and back and ass and with agonizingly slow movements. She rubbed her hands across his thick, toned chest. Evey once and again, she'd crab and caress his dick and balls just to feel him shiver. She was enjoying the feel of his body as much as he enjoyed being felt. He was the man she remembered. The man she'd fallen in love with... so long ago.

Bobby, finally, and impatiently, grabbed the soap out of her hands and threw it to the floor of the steam filled tub. He reached for her thigh and lifted it off the ground. With his other hand, he explored her throbbing engorged clit and pussy. It was her turn to be dominated. She closed her eyes, arched her neck backwards and surrendered to him. Lightning bolts of pleasure surged through her loins. His movements were slow and deliberate as he entered her pussy with his fingers and even as warm water cascaded down both their bodies, he could tell that her cunt was soaking wet with her slimy love juices. She moaned again, into his ear and held onto to his neck, as if for dear life.

With both hands in one powerful yet gentle movement, he then lifted her body around and towards the wall of the shower, and raised her thigh again. This time he didn't use his digits to explore her - he slid his cock into her, in one, quick, agressive motion! They both gasped! As warm as the water from the shower was - her pussy and his cock felt hotter to each of them! They paused and both of them caught their breath- but not for long .

His thrusts into her were hard and deep and she felt every inch of him inside her. The water from the shower was now just a numbing liquid, that neither of them attention to. As they both approached a climax, she grabbed his neck with her hands and pulled his mouth towards hers. The explosion they were both nearing, came in ever increasing waves of pleasure that neither of them had felt for years. As she kissed him, he came first and she inhaled his breath as he gasped into her mouth. She could feel his cock shuddering inside of her and she clasped it tightly with her pussy. And as his twitching cock slowed its pulsing , she finally came as well. She groaned loudly and her knees went weak and she thought she would fall. Then, she felt him lift her off the floor of the tub, and press her back to the wall, as wave after wave of
electricity and ecstasy filled her body and mind. She clung to his neck and gasped for air. It was minutes before either of them would move. The only sound they heard was the beat of their hearts and the shower water falling, and splashing into the tub below them. The only thing they saw, were each other's eye amidst the steam.

They kissed gently once and then again, and then Kelly asked in a soft voice, "Am I clean enough yet, my love?"

"You were never dirty to begin with, my dear ...", and he kissed her again, his tongue exploring a part of her mouth so deep, he doubted he'd ever been there before. "But I'm going to need a cold shower after this! ". And they both began to laugh.

"We'd better get out", Kelly finally said sadly. "The pizza guy will be here any minute".

"Oh yeah! The pizza guy", Bobby replied, as if reality had finally taken grasp of his mind again. They scrambled out of the tub, and into the steamy surreal world of this green bathroom. Grabbing towels, they slowly dried themselves off.

Kelly smiled to herself as she watched as Bobby took the large towel and dried his arms and legs and then, his still chubby cock and balls . 'How could she have lived without this guy for two years?', she thought.

She was just buttoning up her jeans up when there was a knock on the door- 'Pizza guy' .

They enjoyed the pizza and laughed and shared and reminisced about old times and old friends and remembered places. As she had promised Bobby, she didn't stay the night. Her rodeo horse was being delivered to Calgary and she wanted to be there when they unloaded him. It was only another 45 minutes into the city.

They hugged and kissed once more, at the door of the motel room as she picked up the keys to her truck, off the dresser , and waved goodbye to Bobby.

"I'll be in Calgary late tomorrow. I'll give you a shout when I get in OK?", he waved to her.

"No problem. We'll go out for dinner. There are some great restaurants in the city. My treat, this time", she laughed, turned and trudged along the crusty, dusty gravel road . As she approached her truck, she turned and took one last look back at the motel. Bobby was still standing at the open doorway. Light from within the room, framed his lean, tall body. He waved at her and she smiled, and waved back. 'It was going to be a great summer!', she thought to herself. 'Yep... A great summer!'.
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If you haven't yet read Part 1 , then please do, (click here The Cowgirl The Parking Lot part 1 of 2
to find out how this whole thing started. I'm sure they will have other adventures together... as the summer goes on...
................... M

Has anyone ever met an old lover and found that your affection or lust for each other had been rekindled ?
What happened?
Was it hot?

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Helpless at the Gyno - part 2 - conclusion of a true story)
Posted:Jun 2, 2018 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 11:56 am
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If you haven't read Part One, go below or click here . .Helpless at the Gyno part 1 based on a true story
Conclusion...


She sat on the edge of the examination room table , without her gown on, as he asked her all the standard questions. She watched as his eyes clasped hers with every answer she gave - "No... there is no pain during sex", she replied, staring into his eyes. He smiled and looked up at her.

"Good,", he stood up from his chair, next to her. He WAS tall! Now he commanded her -

"Lie back on the table and let's take a look at you.", and again, those white teeth of his beckoned her to comply - she did! His first touch to her body sent shivers up her spine. He tapped her stomach, on both sides, with both of his warm soft hands. And then moved them to just above and on both sides of her pubis and continued to tap . She closed her eyes and inhaled the very faint scent of his cologne. She could feel herself getting slightly aroused and she bit her lip hard, to force herself to focus. She saw him slip on the latex gloves and heard them snap onto his hands . She blinked, and bit her lip again.

"OK. I'm going to ask you to spread your legs but bend your knees flat along the table and touch both soles of your feet , flat up against each other".

She did what she was told to do. She was completely wide open for him to view her. It was then that she felt the first droplet of sweet womanly wetness slowly seep out of her vagina and form a tear drop, as it crawled its way slowly along her perineum and gently settled and edged its way down to her bum hole.

"I'm going to check your vagina now . Tell me if you feel any pain. ", he said.

She barely heard his words. He spread her labia majora and pulled on her pussy lips as his nose paused mere inches from her gaping vagina. She could feel his hot breath on her as she felt him gently and softly pull and tug and twist the folds of her now tingling and throbbing cunt. She closed her eyes and inhaled him again. She was sure that he must have noticed that she was dripping wet. He most certainly by now must have smelled her musky sweetness as it filled the air.

"Everything looks perfect", he commented as he reassuringly brushed both sides of her vagina with his fingers. "Now, you may feel a slight tingling, and that's normal", he said , as he looked into her eyes, and continued the exam.

She tried to see what he was doing, but needed no help in understanding, when she felt his fingers on her clitoris. Even through his latex gloves, she could feel the heat of his fingers as they peeled back her clitoral hood. Stars filled her head and that familiar sexual anxiety and tension and excitement filled every crevice of her mind and body as her breathing quickened. Her back tingled and her toes curled .She tilted her head to the side. Biting her lip was not helping as after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs quivered and she could feel her knees shaking and as much as she tried not to - a soft moan,
escaped her brilliant red lips. Back and forth and back and side to side he moved his fingers up and around and over her now, rock hard, glistening clitoris and the accompanying clitoral shaft. Over the mounds and hills and valleys of her pleasure button he prodded and poked and she felt a total body earthquake fast approaching.

It was when he gently plunged two fingers into her gaping pussy that she audibly gasped. She was tingling from head to toe and was willing to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He was a Doctor - after all. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip twice as hard as before. He moved his fingers deeper into her wetness. Caressing her vaginal walls with his digits. It's when he began pressing her lower stomach with his other hand (his gloves accidentally and repeatedly touching her clit) , and massaging her 'G', spot with his fingers deep inside her, that she lost complete control.

She was no longer in her gyno doctor's office being examined by a trained professional - she was naked on a table, spread and helpless, like a young school girl, being titillated and sexually explored and provoked and manipulated, by a total stranger. She moaned again and turned her head to the other side and arched her lower back to meet his gentle thrusts. Her hips rose into the air. And quite suddenly, that familiar total body tingling feeling, started to over come her. From her toes and through her cunt and up her spine and
through and up into her brain, she knew what was about to happen. She tried to fight it, but it was a hopeless battle that she was loosing. 'I can't have an orgasm here in the Doctor's office... Please... No!', she screamed inside her head.

Her first convulsion pulled her head back and raised her hips even higher off the exam room table. The ecstasy and bliss she felt toppled her sense of reality. She didn't know and no longer cared where she was. Wave after wave of tingling effervescence hugged every cell in her body. The plumes of ecstasy would not subside as she felt her cunt, tightly grasp the fingers within her. She clutched the welcome intruders in her and held those digits - involuntarily squeezing and releasing them repeatedly. Her soft moans and her gasps for air echoed off the walls of the small room. The shudders of her cunt continued as her toes curled and uncurled in an uncontrolled by product of the voyage to this distant familiar planet she was visiting. Her eyes though shut - visualized a galaxy of brilliant stars.

Finally after what seemed like minutes, her deep breathing subsided and her body began to feel the cool air and the coldness of the table she lay on. She shuddered her body one last time and let out a huge sigh and exclamation. She was blushing and was shocked and felt embarrassed at what had just happened. When she finally opened her watery eyes and blinked and focused - she saw Dr. Tony staring down at her, smiling those white teeth of his. His blue eyes twinkled.

He had removed his fingers from her and spoke - "There's no need to feel embarrassed or shy. Your reaction is perfectly normal. Some women, experience an orgasm during examination. It just proves that you're perfectly healthy! Let's hop up on the chair with the stirrups and I'll take a look at your cervix... Ok?", he asked her as he reached for the speculum, and smiled at her again .

She wondered what language he was speaking as she barely heard his voice. As she slid herself off the table, she realized that the floor of the room was not stable - it was moving. Her legs had also seemed to have lost their ability to support her and her knees were shaking . Dr. Tony looked back at Joanne and asked, "Are you alright?".

"I'm fine." she replied hesitantly. She might have to schedule her next visit with Dr. Tony, sooner than a year from now - just to be sure. She didn't recall much of the rest of her examination with Dr. Tony. Evidently, she had rested, with her eyes closed - a very satisfied, content and fulfilled smile, glued to her face.

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Ladies . . . Have you ever been to your gyno and been turned on by the proceedings? What happened?
After reading this story - are you scared of what might happen if you let your mind wander to these words ?

Guys . . . Have you ever been turned by a doctor you visited?

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Helpless at the Gyno... part 1 (based on a true story)
Posted:Jun 1, 2018 10:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 11:58 am
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Joanne - a beautiful Italian woman in her late thirties
sat in her Gyno doctor's office - waiting, for her 'regular' , yearly appointment. Little did she know, that this appointment was not going to be a 'regular ' - at all!

Her long legs were crossed as the styleto heel of her black shoe, ground into the grey carpet and her toes moved from side to side  - to the beat of the song that was ing on the waiting room speakers . She wore a white, flowery,  summer dress that flowed wistfuly over her tall, athletic  body , yet clung tightly and supportively, up and around her breasts, to reaffirm the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She flipped her long dark hair to side,  as her deep brown eyes glanced at her  watch. 'Where is this Doctor?', she thought to herself. She could have spoken out loud, as she was the only person in the room. She was the doctor's last appointment of the day.

The secretary, acknowledging her impatience approached  Joanne - "Why don't you wait in the examination room? It will speed things up when the Doctor gets here. Come . . .we'll get you started. He won't be long".

The secretary opened the door to the room and directed Joanne , to take off her clothes and put on the examination gown. "The Doctor will be here in a couple of minutes. Do you want some with you during the exam ?'

"No. That's all right. I've known the Doctor for many now. I'll be fine', Joanne replied, while already slipping off her shoes and unbuttoning her dress.

"Really ?", questid the secretary. "Well Dr. Vicenzo retired last year. His son Dr. Tony has taken over the practice. Ok then ....".  And with those words and before Joanne could reply again , the secretary   turned and quickly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

What had the secretary said? His son? , Joanne asked herself as she took off her dress, to unveil her large, perfectly formed, breasts. She then peeled off her white thong to expose a bare and smoothly shaven vagina. And  then, she stood there,  naked - looking around the room for that 'stupid' gown. That's when the door opened and her new Gynocologist - Dr. Tony (the son), walked in. He closed the door behind him and turned to look at her and smiled.  Joanne had quite shyly and very quickly, and instinctively, crossed her hands in front of her bare vagina and breasts and she stared back at him. He could not have been more than 28 or 2 old. He was tall, with a full head of dark blond hair and he obviously worked out as he looked buffed, from what she could see, through the open white lab coat he wore. But it was his piercing, deep blue eyes, that she noticed first, and then those pearl white teeth he flashed her, as he smiled. She was flushed and she could tell that she was turning red.

They both stared at each other for brief seconds before he smiled again and extended his right hand and greeted her - " Hi. My name is Dr. Tony and I'm your new doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you." 

Joanne shyly removed her right hand from its position in front of her vagina and shook his hand firmly , "Hello. My name is Joanne " .  'My gosh,  he was good looking! ', she thought.

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. . . . . . Read Part 2 - In my blog above . . and find out what happens next . . . . or click here Helpless at the Gyno part 2 conclusion of a true story

Ladies . . . Have you ever been to your gyno and been turned on by the proceedings?
What happened?

Guys . . . Have you ever been turned on by a doctor you visited?

Please Share your stories . . . .


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The Pool Chair (based on a true story )
Posted:May 16, 2018 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 12:02 pm
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My new neighbours Diane and George , (an attractive married couple in their 40s), shared a back yard gate with me, which devided our properties and was there when I bought my house. That gate was never locked. They had a pool, and I had a jacuzzi, and summer was just around the corner. We had cheerfully agreed that we were all planning on using that gate often, to cross from one side to the other. It was a Saturday afternoon, in early June and I had been invited to their pool for a swim.

I walked, towel in hand, through the gate and into their yard, where I froze suddenly, in my tracks. I was shocked to find Diane, by the other side of the pool, completely naked - her legs spread wide open, lying on a reclining pool chair. I said, not a word, but quietly tiptoed across the grass and along the edge of the pool and approached her, paused (holding my breath) , and sat on the chair facing her- perhaps a foot or two away . She was laying, on her towel draped chair. The ear phones to her phone were plugged in, and her eyes were covered with a small, dampened hand towel - as she slowly massaged her already glistening pussy.

I watched her as she caressed her swollen clit, and plunged her fingers into herself and quivered repeatedly - all the while moaning and sighing. Her hands and fingers were dripping wet and the spider webs of her lust filled juices formed tiny ribbons of reflected, glistening sparkles of light in the bright afternoon sun. Her moans grew louder and she intensified her rhythm as she punished her pink, pulsing, protruding clit with her fingers. Finally she shuddered, and quivered and arched her back to - what was obviously - a complete body shaking, mind numbing, orgasm. She was ( I thought), quite oblivious to my presence, just feet away. I watched as her legs twitched and her toes curled and uncurled in a really cute, hot and sexy way... and I smiled to myself. I was hard and wet and totally turned on by her vibrant and very shameless and open demonstration.

She seemed quite shocked and embarrassed when she finally lifted her hand towel from her eyes and saw me sitting there in my bathing suit, just feet away . My cock was rock hard and I knew that I was soaking wet from precum. She tried to cover herself, but her hand towel was too small and her bathing suit had been obviously, thrown quite a long ways, on another chair. I wasn't going to offer much help . I didn't. I sat there and smiled at her.

As I grinned at her I asked her the first question that came to my mind - "Where's George?"

"At a golf tournament", she stammered , still breathing heavily. "He's home soon".

I noticed that her pussy was totally soaking wet and her liquid and warm womanly drippings had left a reflective puddle on her towel. She lay there, on the chair, for what seemed like a minute or two - quite speechless and breathless. Finally, she brushed her fingers through her blond hair, and got up off her chair, and walked, quite slowly, and deliberately, and confidently, over to her bathing suit. She clutched it, and with swift and practiced expertise , wove it back onto her body. It was equally hot, just to watch her get dressed as it was to see her naked. The mind of a man is complex - I laughed again to myself.

A mere minute later, and quite composed, she poured me a tall glass of gin and tonic. As she poured my drink, she clasped my eyes in hers and confessed, in a soft whisper to me - " I knew that you were there. I knew that your were sitting there, all along!"
If it were possible, I would have gotten twice as hard and twice as wet thinking about what she had just said . She smiled at me. I slowly sipped my cold drink and looked at her and sat down on her pool chair. Diane - was such, a, tease! She smiled back at me and we toasted - ' To good neighbours ! "
George, her husband, arrived from his golf tournament minutes later, and greeted me with a robust and firm handshake and a 'man hug' and an invitation to a diving contest.

Yes... it was going to be an interesting summer. I felt content with my neighbours, as I sipped from my glass , and smiled at Diane and George and enjoyed the icy coolness of a perfectly, prepared, drink!
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Guys . . . girls . . . have you ever walked in unexpectedly on your neighbour while they were in a compromised or hot position ?
Have they ever walked in on you? What happened . . .

Share your stories ...please!

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Dinner Games . . . . . based on a true story
Posted:May 7, 2018 1:24 pm
Last Updated:Aug 12, 2018 12:03 pm
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I've pinned this story to the top of my blog. It's a simple, well crafted, hot little story that gets to the point in a hurry, and will give you an idea of where my twisted mind is coming from. Welcome to the ride.

Life is more profound, poignant and funnier than fiction... and sometimes, embarrassingly hotter- as well!

Here is what happened...


I was in my late twenties and my soon to be wife, Susan and I, had announced our engagement. I was to be dragged around - home to home - by my fiancee, to meet her side of the family. Our first visit was to her older cousin's house - Silvia , a very hot and attractive, tall woman , in her early thirties - just a few yesrs older than me. Dinner was relaxed and leisurely, however my horny, wife 'to be' , had been working me up, from under the dining room table. She was massaging and squeezing my dick through my jeans and all the while , conducting a normal conversation with her cousin. I added my comments when I could - but it was difficult- to say the least. My erection was a monster and I was convinced that precum was soaking my underwear. My fiancee smiled at me once and asked if everything was alright. I smiled back at her , and furled my eyebrows, as if to say- 'I'll get you back! '. Eventually, I succeeded in discreetly getting up, (napkin in hand), and made my way to one of the bathrooms in the house. I chose the room upstairs, as it was a bit more private than the one along the main hallway.

I walked into the bathroom, locked the door, unbuttoned my jeans jeans and pulled out my swollen 'friend' . It's really tough to pee, if you've had a 'hard on', for a while. I stared at my engorged dick and tried to focus on getting to the point of my visit. I pushed - but the only thing to come out, was another drop of precum. It lingered there on the tip of my penis- glistening in the brilliant bathroom light.

It was at that moment that the bathroom door flung open, and there, standing a foot from me was my financee's cousin. I was too shocked and embarrassed to move. Her cousin, Silvia, although surprised that the door was unlocked, was obviously as playful as my soon to be wife, and she just stood there and smiled, as she stared at my glistening chubby!

"My, my my! Susan is a lucky lady", she chirped as she flashed a wide, brilliant smile, and stared at my precum dripping cock. "The door to this bathroom is fidgety", she continued, as if conversations with guys with their swollen dicks in their hands, in her bathroom, were every day events.

"I'd show you how it works but it looks like you're busy ", she continued, as her eyes rose up and held mine, in a teasing embrace.

"We're almost out of toilet paper. I'll get you a new roll", and with that she knelt down, next to the toilet.

Her head was inches from my ever growing cock. Her eyes and gaze, never left the head of my purple, glistening, swollen dick and as she reached for the toilet paper, her eyes remained glued, to my now, rock hard penis. I could feel her warm breath on my cock as she exhaled through her mouth and inhaled through her nose very slowly, in a gentle gust, while almost touching my dick with her nose. She lingered there for what seemed (to me), like agonizing minutes , but were perhaps, only seconds. My 'friend' twitched as she breathed again and I felt her hot air caress my glans. As she rose from her knees, she placed the fresh roll of paper right next to me on the bathroom counter, but as she did so - she, 'accidentally', brushed the back of her hand against the tip of my wet cock. I could feel the heat from her skin. The precum that had been dripping from my penis was now smeared in a glossy stain on her hand. She knew perfectly well what she had done . As her eyes grasped mine, she brought the back of her hand, slowly up to her mouth , flicked her tongue and licked her hand clean- all the while, staring into my eyes. Then, suddenly she turned to walk away. She glanced back at me, and my huge, now throbbing 'hard on' , once more.

"I'll lock the door properly for you. It doesn't look like you're finished yet. ", she giggled. With a toss of her hair and a soft laugh, she locked the door, walked out, and closed it quickly behind her.

I stood there as my cock throbbed and twitched in the air. I moved to the sink and proceeded to finish the job that my fiancee and Silvia had started. The thrill of stroking myself off in a stranger's home as well as the thrill of Susan's prodding and her cousin's sultry teasing resulted in an explosion that (took perhaps a mere minute to complete) and almost shook my head off. My knees buckled as I propped myself up against the sink counter, and my body shivered as wave after wave of hot cum splurted into the sink. Eventually, I slowly came back to reality, as my legs trembled, and I reached out for the new roll of bathroom paper, cleaned myself and the sink up and went back downstairs. I never did get a chance to pee.

When I walked into the dining room, both my fiancee and her cousin looked at me and began to laugh.

'Are you alright? ", my fiancee asked as she smiled a sly smile at me." Silvia told me that she thought you might be lost, so I told her to go look for you! ", she continued as they both looked at each other and laughed again.

I had most certainly turned completely red. I smiled and said nothing. I stared into my fiancee's twinkling, blue eyes, sat down and took my fork and dove it into the cake that was being served. My fiancee, put her hand on my inner thigh and squeezed. I looked up at her and she smiled and winked. I wondered if every dinner with her side of the family was going to go like this.

It was chocolate cake and I love chocolate cake. I closed my eyes, smiled to myself, and took a large bite.

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Guys . . . Have you ever had anyone walk in on you when you've been in the bathroom holding your dick? What happened?
Ladies . . . Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were naked in the bathroom? Share your stories . . .


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Morning Cupcakes
Posted:May 2, 2018 5:20 am
Last Updated:Jul 31, 2018 4:06 am
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Do you walk around your house naked like I do?

I often walk around my home naked, especially in the mornings, when I'm preparing for work. I live alone and since the kids moved out, I have the place to myself. The other day, around 7 in the morning I was doing my usual thing - drinking my coffee, checking my email and texts on my phone, as well as Instagram and 'A F F' (lol) and walking around my house naked.

It was a pleasant morning and the sliding doors from my living room, leading to my backyard deck were wide open. I was on 'A F F' and I had paused on a particularly hot picture. I'm easily 'motivated' - another way to say, that I get easily aroused, when I heard a voice greet me from my deck.

"Hello. Good morning, Paul! "

It was my neighbour, Linda . She's an attractive divorced lady in her 40's and she was holding a large plate, on which were placed 6 or more chocolate cupcakes.

I was inches from my open deck doors and just feet from my neighbour as she stood there with her plate, smiling at me and staring at my erect cock . My dick was hard and in its glory and pointed straight at her, as I stood frozen.

My first reaction was to run and hide, but then I thought, 'Wait a minute. It's my house. She's on my deck and it's 7 in the morning. I'm not running anywhere. I'll act normal. I mean - we're all adults'.

My massive hard on grew more as I, quite naturally, opened the sliding doors and greeted her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Hi Linda. It's early... What's up", I laughed to myself as I said that.

"Quite a bit, from what I can see" , she chirped as her eyes grew larger, while she fixated her gaze on my, now glistening purple headed cock.

"I baked some fresh cupcakes. I thought you might like some", she continued, as if conversations with naked neighbours was a regular event.

"Absolutely! I love cupcakes", I replied as I reached out for the plate. "I just made some fresh coffee. You want to come in and join me?", I continued. I was ready for her and precum was dripping from the head of my cock. She noticed it, and licked her lips, and nervously stammered.

"I... I.. I'd love to. I'd really love to. But I can't. I've got to drive the kids to school. When I come back?", she said, almost pleading.

"Oh. I'm off to work in about 15 minutes. That's too bad", and I meant it. My cock was now throbbing and bouncing in the air.

She couldn't take her eyes off it and most certainly noticed how my dick was flinching in mid air.

"Another time then. I hope you enjoy them. Have a great day!", she continued, and with a parting glance at my cock and a quick and warm smile, she turned and walked back to her house. She glanced back at me once more , as she left my yard.

I walked into my house, put the cupcakes on the table and went into my bedroom and lay on my bed, where I masturbated. I came with an explosive orgasm that shook my head and body to a shivering height I hadn't felt in a while. My convulsions eased and I slowly came back to reality.

I looked at my clock... I was going to be late!

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... And that's how I started my day. How did you start yours?
Have you ever been caught naked by your neighbour?

Share your stories . . .please.

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