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Dinner Games (based on a true story)
Posted:May 7, 2018 1:24 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 12:46 am
Life is funnier than fiction... and sometimes, more embarrassing and hot 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 d . 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 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.

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 . . .
Cowgirl in Heat - (part 2 The Motel)
Posted:Jun 8, 2018 7:42 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 12:49 am
In Part 1 (see the blog below) - Kelly was on her way to the Calgary Stampede when she met her old boyfriend Bobby, at a gas 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 paid 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!'.

If you haven't yet read Part 1 , then please do, to find out how this whole thing started. I'm sure they will have other adventures together... as the summer goes on...

Has anyone ever met an old lover and found that your affection or lust for each other had been rekindled ? What happened? Share your story . . . Was it hot ?
Son of a Gyno part 2 (conclusion of a true story)
Posted:Jun 2, 2018 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 12:50 am

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.

Ladies . . . Have you ever been to your gyno and been turned on by the proceedings? What happened? Guys . . . Have you ever been turned by a doctor you visited? Share your stories . . .
Son of a Gyno... part 1 (based on a true story)
Posted:Jun 1, 2018 10:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 2:17 am
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.

. . . . . . Read Part 2 - In my blog above . . and find out what happens next . . . .

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? Share your stories . . .
The Pool Chair (based on a true story )
Posted:May 16, 2018 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 12:55 am
My new neighbours Diane and George , (an attractive married couple in their 40s), share a back yard gate with me, which was there when I bought my house. That gate is never locked. They have a pool and I have a jacuzzi and summer was just around the corner. We all were planning on using that gate often, to cross from side to the other . It was Saturday afternoon, in mid May and I had been invited to their pool. I walked through the gate and into their yard, where I suddenly found Diane, al, and naked - her legs spread wide open. I quietly sat on a chair facing her. She lay
on her pool chair, her eyes covered with a small, wet, hand towel - as she vigorously massaged her pussy. I watched her as she got wet, ed with her swollen clit, plunged her fingers into herself and quivered repeatedly - all the while moaning and sighing. Finally she shuddered to her body shaking orgasm - quite oblivious to my presence, just feet away. I noticed that her toes curled and uncurled in a really cute way and I smiled. She was quite embarrassed when she finally lifted her hand towel and saw me sitting there in my bathing suit, just feet away . My cock was rock hard and I was soaking wet from precum. She tried to cover herself but her hand towel was too small and her bathing suit was thrown quite a long ways, on another chair. I wasn't much . I grinned at her and asked, - Where;s George?.
At a golf tournament", she stammered , still breathing heavily.'He's home soon.'
Later, as she poured me a tall glass of gin and tonic (but before her husband George arrived), she confessed to me, that she had known I was sitting there all along! I got twice as hard and twice as wet thinking about that. She smiled at me and winked. I slowly sipped my cold drink and looked at her and sat down on her pool chair. Diane was a tease! Yes... It was going to be an interesting summer, I smiled to myself as I sipped my 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 . . .
A Cowgirl in Heat
Posted:Apr 30, 2018 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 1:00 am
A Cowgirl in Heat (Pt. 1 of a true story...)

She was 26 old and an experienced Cow Girl, on her way to the Calgary Stampede - and she was just miles away . It was early dusk, on a hot, humid, July night - and the brilliance of the setting sun, created an orange, tinged halo, as plumes of dust ed up off the gravel and sand, and into the air- as she braked hard , and skid to a stop - at that lly gas station.

The drive from Wyoming, had been a long . She turned off the engine of the Ford Bronco (which was pulling an empty trailer), and she, ever so slowly, plied her way out of the cab, unwinding her long, slim legs like a deer searching for firm footing.
She gingerly, stretched her back and unfurled her tall lanky body the way a butterfly might come out of a cacoon and finally, planted both her cowboy boots onto the gravel. She was, a sight of beauty! She was statuesque and tall and slim. Her jeans seemed painted on, and were ripped, at the back of her thighs - not intentionally, but through use. The sun caught her naturally colored blond hair and as she tussled it with her fingers, might have seen sparks fly, as the burning sky, framed her silhouetted body.

Facing the setting sun, she hadn't noticed the tall, lanky, young man, leaning up against his truck, until he spoke.
"Kelly? That you? Holly cow, it's been a long time", he exclaimed.

'Oh my gosh', she thought as she instantly recognized the man's voice. It was Bobby, her 'ex' boyfriend and some she hadn't seen since - well... since they broke up ago.

"Heck yeah! Who else wears boots the way I do?", she said laughing back at him, as she walked towards his voice . They broke up, but they weren't enemies. In fact, the only reason they had split up, was because he had retired from the rodeo and moved back to New York City. He walked up to meet her, grasped her hips and kissed her on the cheek.

"How've you been? Man, I haven't seen you for a while. I missed you!", he smiled.

She clasped her hands on his hips, "I thought you were retired? What's up? What are you doing here?", she replied, as she looked into his eyes.

"Ha! Real estate is not for me. I can't stay away from this game. It's in my genes.", he replied, as he flashed his brilliant white smile and held her gaze.

"In your genes, or in your jeans?", she laughed, as she pulled him closer to her and pressed and leaned her body against his. "I missed you", she whispered to him, as she brushed her cheek, so very close to his.

"Well... I'm yours if you want me. You know how easy I am?", he smiled again. Pulling her hips right up against his.

"I'm back on the 'Tour'. I guess you'll be seeing a lot of me, this summer.", he continued as he held her waist and squeezed her with his powerful hands.

She'd almost forgotten, what his touch felt like. It was electric and a 'frisson', (an exciting chill) swept through her body.

" I guess, I... will be seeing... more of you.....? How much more?", she purred as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

He met her kiss with his lips and tongue. He'd forgotten just how sweet she tasted. They closed their eyes and kissed like lost lovers would . That kiss where bodies sway and hair is tussled and arms and fingers probe and explore , and massage backs and where the longing, once forgotten, is reborn - in an instant! Where memories come in waves of caading thunder and shivering shudders of the soul. Eventually, he withdrew his mouth and lips from hers and whispered in her ear. Her eyes were still closed as he spoke.

"I have a room, at the Motel, right there.", he pointed, " I'll buy you dinner and bathe you. My room has a color TV.! ", He laughed. as he held her tight.

She laughed heartily at his remark and replied, "You know how much I love color TV! But I can't. I've got to be in Calgary tonight. They're driving my horse up and I want to be there as early as possible. My first event is in a couple of days", she replied sadly.

Still holding her tightly by her waist he interrupted her...

"Look... You smell of day old perfume and deodorant and you're hungry. I'll feed you and let you use my shower. I'll even give you fresh towels. But that's all. Then I'm ing you out. Ok?", he smiled and squeezed his nostrils with his fingers. " You smell... just the way I love you to smell ", he laughed as he hugged her.

She couldn't resist an invitation like that." I stink? ", she asked sadly, pulling away and trying to smell herself.

"Yes you do. And that's what I always loved about you.", and he laughed again and grabbed her by the hand. "Let's go. It's right there. I'm starving and I'll order the pizza. Let's go", and he pointed to a grizzled old motel, a hundred yards away - it's floreent lights flashing 'Vacancy', in the early dusk.

How could a tired, hungry, 'smelly' , cow girl, refuse an invitation for pizza, and a shower AND color TV? She laughed and held his hand tightly as he led her to his rented boudoir.

"You'll bathe me? , she asked coyly, as she skipped beside him holding his hand with both of hers. She looked at him and blinked.

" Of course I will ", he laughed." I always did. Do you think I've forgotten how? ", he chuckled to her." "You're funny and hot and stinky", he laughed as he leaned towards her and kissed her again.

She giggled and walked quicker. She could feel she was getting wet... very wet. She tucked her shirt further into the front of her jeans, and accidentally (or not), reached too far and touched the already swollen, wet lips of her throbbing vagina. She raised her fingers to her nose and smelled herself and licked her fingers. 'Yes', she thought to herself.' She needed to be bathed '. She smiled as her step quickened as their boots crunched the gravel while they walked along the road, and approached the Motel...

... End of Part 1

If you enjoyed the story up to this point join me for Part 2, when things get even steamier... view my bog above to read Part 2-The Motel... There is a steamy shower scene that will knock your panties or underwear off... Lol

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Shared space... different reality
Posted:Apr 30, 2018 4:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 1:03 am
Everyone lives in their own reality, even though we may all be sharing the same space...

I recently visited my favorite burger restaurant. The place was jam packed. It usually was on, 'Two for one Tuesdays', where (obviously), any meal in this burger joint was two, for the price of one.

At our table, the four men (friends of mine), had food piled high. We had enough food perhaps, for a family of 8- I would estimate. One of us had been bold enough to order two family meals. I ordered my usual double cheese burgers with onion rings and fries. It was too much food for any of us to consume comfortably in one sitting, but then again, 'two for one Tuesdays' was never about comfort, but about consumption. Every other table in this restaurant was populated with families and groups of men and women and children, laughing and enjoying similar scenes of gleeful, loud, and cheerful gluttony.

As I was aggressively chewing through my second burger, I noticed a dark haired man in his early forties, walk towards one of the only empty tables, at the far corner of the restaurant. He wore a long grey, rumpled overcoat, draped over a dark blue suit and carried a large plastic bag in his left hand - the type they give you when you buy designer clothing. In his right hand he held his tray. He had ordered two hot dogs and fries. He settled into the small, corner booth , placed his bag beside him, on the floor, right next to the wall and unbuttoned his overcoat. I glanced at him from across the room, as I opened my mouth (as wide as possible), to enable the burger to pass through my lips. He, reached out for a fry with his fingers.

I began to chew off that piece of burger (too large for my mouth), when I paused, and thought to myself, 'Why would someone get a hot dog, in this place, when 'their' hot dogs, were notoriously poor?' I didn't mean that they were bad, but that they were not worth buying - when you had a choice to buy one of their fabulous burgers.

My question was rhetorical - you'd buy that hot dog, if you couldn't afford to buy the burger. That's the only answer there could be. The only answer that made any sense. Especially on 'Two for one Tuesdays'.

I watched as the man in the rumpled coat, slowly, bit off a small piece of his hot dog. Another one of us at my table, would have swallowed that 'dog', in two or three bites. He slowly chewed and sipped from a bottle of water.

I finished my burgers, rose from my seat, and carried my tray to where all the other trays were stacked. I then made my way towards the washroom and past the man in the rumpled coat. As I passed him, I reached into my pocket and placed a folded ten dollar bill, right next to the edge of his tray. He paused from his meal, looked down at the money and then back up at me. I didn't say anything. Our eyes met and I simply nodded my head, and continued to walk.

Upon exiting the washroom, I made my way back to my table, but (above the din and laughter and ruckus in the restaurant), I heard a voice, 'Sir... Sir... Sir!', in an ever increasing and frantic volume. I turned and looked at where the voice was coming from - it was the man in the rumpled overcoat. He looked at me, smiled and mouthed the words, 'Thank you!', and nodded his head gently up and down, in gratitude. I nodded back at him and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign with my right hand. I stood there and smiled at him and from where I stood, I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded towards him again and made my way to my table... where the food was still piled high, and the laughter filled my ears. But my heart was filled with sadness, at least in that second. As I sat down, I glanced again at the man in the rumpled coat. He was staring at me and wiping tears from his eyes. I looked at him and smiled. One of my friends suddenly broke my gaze by asking me a question. I turned away from the man in the rumpled coat and towards my friend... to answer him ....
"What? What did you say? I wasn't paying attention", I replied...

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Making love in wild or different spots...
Posted:Apr 27, 2018 5:40 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 1:06 am
What is the most different or original or crazy place you've made love in? Was it it your car? Was it in a public place?

I've made love in the freezing cold in the middle of January on the frozen snow. Below is an excerpt from that story. The complete story can be found on A F F Erotic Stories... Please visit and enjoy...

It's called...
Lust in the Frozen Snow...

Passionate hot sex, in the snow, on a freezing cold winter's day- can best be described in one word - 'ecstasy'!

It was a cold January morning, when my girlfriend and I, turned off the main road and onto the small, narrow rural road, not far from my summer cottage. It was a freezing cold day and the tires of my car, squeeked against the frozen snow, as I slowly pulled up into the plowed driveway... (more of a pathway) , which was large enough for one car.

I closed the engine and we stepped out of the warm car and into the cold. As we both breathed in the clean, fresh air, and listened to the deafening silence- we looked at each other and smiled- it was a beautiful day!

"Let's walk down to the river", I suggested. She agreed and hand in hand (actually - glove in glove ), we trudged along the narrow road towards the river, a short distance away. Arriving at the shore, we noticed the open water and steam rising from the flowing rapids. It was a site to behold, but damm , it was cold!

My girlfriend and I had only been together for a few months, at that point, and sex was always on our minds. She wasn't shy either. She reached for the zipper of my snow pants, grinned her 'horny' grin, flashed her brilliant white teeth at me, and said - "Let's fuck!". I agreed with her, as I tried (in vain) to undo the grip that the velcro belt, (circling her waist) , had, on her snow pants. She laughed and pushed my hands away. "I'll do it!", she giggled.

... If the story interested you up to this point, then you're sure to enjoy the rest. Click on the link below.

[group_post 123]Lust, in the Frozen Snow... (based on s true story...)

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Posted:Apr 20, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2018 2:27 pm

How do we make connections with other people? Sometimes they are planned but often circumstances and coincidence and that intangible fellow- 'luck' pokes his head up to push matters in directions of his own preference. Let me give you an example, of something that happened to me, many years ago.

I had left work downtown that evening and had made my way to a small club that I frequently went to. I was sitting, at the far end of the bar, facing the door and nursing a beer, when she walked in. She was tall , and poised and her long, straight brown hair, framed her face as she moved her head slowly from side to side, as if searching for a friend, or a place to sit. She looked determined.

There were none - seats that is. The bar was jam packed with, 'Happy Hour', patrons. It was standing room, only! She turned her head towards me. Our eyes locked.

The music was loud and people next to me, were shouting out their orders to the bartender, who was happily overwhelmed. She slowly turned her head, side to side, and again perused the crowded bar, and then again, looked at me.

Our eyes met once more. I raised my glass of beer towards her, and with my right hand, pointed to my left, where, (in spite the crowded conditions), there remained a spot to stand - large enough for one person.

She held my gaze, paused, and slowly pushed and angled her way through the crowd, in my direction. She skillfully arched her back, against the men and women huddled around, in various poses, until finally, she stood before me, and smiled- "You're sitting in my my seat?" , she asked. I guess I was.

That's the way I met the woman, who eventually, become my wife! We spoke and laughed and joked and had a great time and eventually her friends showed up and we all commandeered a whole corner of that bar.

To this day, I question myself on the circumstances, or coincidences or luck that paved my fate that night. If I hadn't left work earlier than usual, I would not have been able to get a seat at the bar. If I hadn't been sitting in the corner, then I would never have seen her walk in. If she hadn't trusted an unknown face and made her way to me... And finally, there was much more at play - specifically the chemistry between us, that ultimately welded our hearts together.

Coincidence, circumstance luck - how has your life been been touched by the alliance these three partners?
Hot and Sticky... Based on a true story...
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 10:02 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 1:09 am
Hot and Sticky (based on a true story...)

It was 5:00 AM in the morning in July. The sun was somewhere barely trying to poke around out over a distant horizon somewhere, and already the temperature outside was making it very hot and sticky. I came out of the hot shower and actually felt relief when I opened the bathroom door and felt, the illusion of a cool breeze. My balls dangled between my legs as I wiped my cock with the towel.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. My kitchen faced the East. I moved from the kitchen to my bedroom, which faced the west. I found relief. There, the air, was cool and fresh and the light was very dim.

I put my coffee on my dresser and flopped onto the top of my bed. Bouncing for a second, I thought, 'This is going to be a long, hot, steamy day'. I still had some water droplets glistening on my body and as I ran my hands down along my stomach the wetness felt good and it excited me.

My bedroom had huge sliding glass doors and they were opened wide.. The breeze (created from the draft between my front kitchen and my rear bedroom doors ), caressed my naked body, as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

Every part of me was squeaky clean and so smooth and silky to my touch. I was getting turned on! My right hand reached for my cock. I'm not circumcised, so I began by slowly peeling back my foreskin to reveal my glans. I waved my awakening cock back and forth against my stomach... as my dick slowly responded to my encouragement. It was not long before I had a raging hard on. I continued to stroke my engorged member with my right hand while my left hand clasped and fondled my balls.

Precum poured out of my throbbing penis while my fingers slowly moved my uncut skin up and down, and up and down. The anguish and ecstasy of my whole body tingling in waves of pleasure... was reaching its pinnacle. Yet my hands continued to move slowly up... and down. I paused once - edging, ever so close, I held my shaft at the base and watched as the purple, glistening, head of my cock pulsed and throbbed, to its own beat.

And finally, the first release of cum then another even larger explosion and the convulsions continued in diminished intensity - six , seven eight, nine times as my hand moved up and down over my cock slower and slower and slower, until finally - the throbbing had stopped, the convulsions had stopped and my head shimmered with the realisation, that I was slowly coming back to reality.

'Well... that 'one' certainly was a mind blower', I thought. I lay there in my bed, grabbed my towel and cleaned myself up, then threw the towel behind me on the chair and bounced up out of bed. It's then, to my shock, and horror, that I noticed her (my neighbour), standing, leaning on her second floor balcony railing, staring at me and smiling.

She was, in her early 40's divorced and extremely attractive. I was... naked, and standing in front of my open bedroom doors. Although the sun was not at its brightest, I could very clearly make out the color of the shorts she was wearing, the sandals on her feet, the color of her lips and the expression on her face.

'Good morning. Thanks for the show. I really enjoyed it, and you certainly looked like you were having fun! ', she said with a sly smile as she waved to me.

'Good morning', I replied as I reached for my towel.

Whenever we'd meet (after that), she'd always give me a wide beaming smile and jokingly ask what time I was waking up. The question always made me blush but I would always faithfully answer.
My divorced lady neighbour, sold her house and moved away that fall. However, whenever I could, I would always wake up, that summer, just before sunrise, open the outside doors of my bedroom - and pleasure myself to mind shattering orgasms. I never checked if she was standing on her balcony. Just knowing that she might be - was all I needed to push me into oblivion.

I've never looked forward (so impatiently) , to waking up as early as that, in my life.

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Caught Naked . . . At Work
Posted:Apr 12, 2018 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2018 1:12 am
Stuff can happen at work.. Seriously... - be careful! lol ...
(Based on a true story...)

I have a female Instagram friend, named Sarah, whom I've never met, but who convinced me, it would be fun to exchange naked pictures of ourselves . As a man, I did not need any convincing. She sent me her pictures first, because women are brave about that sort of thing, and I didn't want to seem inappropriate, since I did not really know what type of pics she would send me.

Sarah's pictures to me - were quite explicit. Her pictures were, astounding, absolutely shockingly erotic, sensual, exciting and fucking incredible! I mean honestly, I expected a tit- but she gave me so much more!

I'll describe the pics to you. In all of them, Sarah wore black fishnet stockings and black heels, and nothing else! Her first , had her on her knees- her ass and cunt facing me, as she spread her luscious vagina with her fingers. That was great! She continued with another on her back, on the floor, while she spread her pussy lips for me and dipped fingers into herself. The third was of her sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide open, with a totally lustful expression on her face. And lastly, she sent me a full frontal of herself, standing in her stockings and heels and looking, fucking hot! She set the bar high and I would have to come back with some erotic stuff of my own, to match hers.

For me - taking the pictures was much easier than I thought it would be. Holding my camera ph in hand was simple and my dick was hard as a rock, just thinking about the fact that these shots were for her. I should say, that I am uncircumcised, and my cock, fully erect is and hs inches long (Yes I measured it! Guys do that!). When I'm aroused, precum flows out of my dick like lava - literally. None of my partners have ever complained about lack of lubrication.

Out of all the pictures that I took, I chose three that were especially good. The first, was of my full sized chubby, with foreskin completely covering my cock head, as precum dripped out. The second , was of my quarter erection - my cock pointing in the air, with the precum dripping head of my penis, still partially covered by my foreskin. And the third was of my raging, full blown erection (all and hs inches of me), being squeezed by my left hand, as the glistening head of my maroon colored dick pointed at the lense. Looking at my body of work that night and reviewing the pics that I chose as finalists, I have to admit - I was impressed.

The next day, I was at work, and it was early in the afternoon. I was sitting behind my desk facing my desktop computer, in my little cubicle, in a row of cubicles, in an office building, on a floor, of hundreds of cubicles, and I was on the ph with a client, when he put me on hold. This guy, was notoriously difficult to reach and we were taught - 'Don't leave the client, unless they ask you to'. So I waited, with my phone headset on, listening to the background hold music- Classic 50 s, Big Band .

It was about that time, that Sarah and I began messaging on Instagram. I decided to send her the pictures I had chosen the previous night . Those pictures were sent to her, in a flurry.

However.... to find them on my phone, and click, on the send button and repeat the procedure 3 times, took about, 4 or 5, or perhaps even, 6 minutes. I had never before in my life sent naked pictures of myself, to any - let al an acquaintance, who I hardly knew. It was exciting, thrilling and slightly terrifying - in a good way! I was breathing quickly and I'll admit - it was a total turn ! My cock was as hard as it could be, throbbing wildly, and I could feel myself getting wet!

I went to the; Hidden Folder, on my phone, perused the naked pictures of myself and blew them up on my cell phone screen. I looked at them and questioned my choices. Were these really the best? Which pics should I post?

I admired them briefly , (men are really vain and sometimes insecure about their equipment), and I flipped back and forth a few times between the pics. Decisions were finally made and the pictures were sent out in rapid succession. I waited for Sarah's reply... and I continued to look at, well.... I continued to look at naked pictures of myself. I wondered again, if I had chosen the right s and if they were worthy. I was still on hold - Sinatra's, New York, New York, was
playing in the background.

And that's... when my boss, leaned over my right shoulder, lifted my head phone headset , and she whispered into my ear, (yes... SHE whispered) ..., "Nice pictures! Really .... REALLY ... nice, NICE pictures! But.... shouldn't you be talking with a client?" .

I don't think any... in fact, I know - no , could imagine my shock and horror and embarrassment and humiliation , when I found - HER - my Boss, leaning over my right shoulder, inches from my face, looking down at my cell ph as it brilliantly and vividly (I have a Galaxy S8 ), reflected the full reen image, of my left hand, squeezing my, rock hard cock , as a precum tear drop, sparkled on its huge, purple glistening head. I can only presume, that she also might have imagined it, throbbing, as it certainly was - when I took the picture. Samsung phs, take good pictures . Certainly I was not prepared for this. I froze, in horrified embarrassment!

She looked at me and smiled - such a sly, ful, beguiling smile. that I had never seen before. And then, she looked down at the picture, still , on my reen, and looked at me again- locking my eyes, in a forced embrace, she turned, and slowly walked away.

A colleague of mine, later, told me that she had been standing over my shoulder, easily, for more than 5 minutes. He thought, she was just listening to my conversation - that's what she would do. I am a senior rep at this company and I often junior reps with their issues. I never or rarely, need . Yet, for the rest of the afternoon, every 20 minutes or so, she'd come up to me.. and purposefully lean over and in an uncharacteristically soft voice, ask me - 'Is everything ok ?', . or .. 'Do you need any with anything?' , or... (and this comment, was so contrived and planned) , 'Paul , you look like you're having a HARD day. Smile... it's all good!".

Holy shit and, what the fuck! If there had been a hole to crawl into , I would have been there.

My boss is an attractive, slim, athletic, classy divorced, middle aged , lady - but I will never, ever, get involved with some at work and least of all my BOSS! She had been totally professional with me since I was assigned to her team - but now? After work, and as people were leaving and she was bidding them a good night,, she subtly made her way towards my cubicle, as I was shutting down my desktop .

'Soooo... You're on Instagram? What's your user name?', she asked. 'I'm on Instagram too' , she said, as she smiled at me.

We talked for a bit. I gathered up my knapsack, and bid her a good night. It was an exciting and embarrassing and humiliating and - fucking crazy afternoon! It was certainly the most original day I've ever had at work!

My Instagram account received a new follower that night. It was a private account - I don't follow, private accounts. It's going to be a weird day at work tomorrow.

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