Erotica

DO YOU WANT ME NAKED?

“This Sunday I have something different planned and organized for our mutual sexual pleasure,” I told her on the Wednesday night while I thrived on the challenge of giving her multiple orgasms with my tongue. High-end cunnilingus she likes to call it, I call it tongue fucking, always wonderful foreplay, before we fuck. “Tonight I am going to fuck you from behind with your magnificent big ass cheeks in my hands. “Would you like me to tell what it is I have organised for you, and me, something different for our mutual sexual pleasure this Sunday,” I teased as I eased my thick, nine-erection into her. “Another hung man with a huge cock? A bisex woman? Two young boys?,” she asked as we got into a noisy rhythm, my body slapping against her magnificent big …

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THIRTY-ONE DAYS…PART 2 [chapters 7-11]

CHAPTER SEVEN I met Danny at The Wing Hut on Monday night. Nine p.m. Danny was holding our favorite table. As I approached I could see his scorecard on the round table top. With three empty beer bottles. A fourth in his hand. Oh. Oh. Not good. I was expecting to see two names on Danny’s scorecard. There were none. The four Amigos were using golf scorecards to record our game. From the Wisconsin Breeze Golf and Country Club. Two cards each, eighteen holes per card. For a total of thirty-six holes. Holes. How appropriate. How many holes could we plug? How many holes-in-one could we sink? There were thirty-one days in December. Therefore, two scorecards were required. We had crossed out the last five holes on card number two. They would not be needed. …

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A Rainy Day_(0)

The steady trickle of rain could be both seen and heard around us. The large picture windows of the apartment made it difficult for us to escape the gloomy, overcast skies around us. I sat on the couch watching television as you read Cosmo at the nearby table. “This is such a waste of a Saturday,” you inform me in a somewhat whiny tone. My eyes remain glued to the TV. “I don’t have anything to do!” you add, now in full whine. You get up from the table and begin to walk towards me. “Why don’t you go outside and play with the other kids?” I toy, still not looking away from the images on the television set. You walk in-between the TV and my eyes in a rather feeble attempt to attract my …

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