Tag: Fucking

So you are sitting in your favorite chair outside on the deck, the late afternoon sun streaming across your beautifully tanned body. Every part of you feels so violently alive, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, an aftereffect of your midday run through the forest and short swim in the slightly cool pond. You are naked aside from a silver ...

After six weeks of emailing and texting, we were finally going to meet. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I kept fidgeting with my cocktail, flinching every time someone walked through the doors of my date’s favorite bar. I was here two hours early; I just couldn’t sit in my hotel room any longer. I kept wondering if we’re going to like each ...

I wasn’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day. No flowers. Not even a card. Technically it’s hard to say that I actually have a boyfriend; I have something between a lover and a partner. ‘Friend’s With Benefits’ might be the modern terminology for it, but that falls short of what he is to me. Maybe ‘Really Good Friends with Really Fucking ...

The resort was perhaps a little ostentatious, and in places, it lacked originality. It was a cookie-cutter destination resort that could have been at any coastal beach location in the world. But it did have two saving graces: Our room on the ninth floor was well-appointed, offering a glorious view of the ocean through a wall of floor-to-ceiling ...

There comes a time when you have to ask for it. No more dancing around the subject. Being coy. Flirting. Hinting. Suggesting. Just say out loud to the person you want to fuck, "Fuck me." And if that doesn’t work, then it was never meant to be. No-one should hesitate when those words are said. Not if there is a mutual lust for each ...

I travel all the time for work. All. The. Time. So there has to be a place in the world where I can have some downtime and just chill, free from the distractions of hammering out killer code. You would think I could work remotely, especially now, given how COVID has changed the workplace. Alas, no. I’m busier than ever, and my skills are much ...

What does a 10-year-old girl’s birthday party, a shockingly hot blonde tax accountant in a shitty ten-year marriage, and a gorgeous divorced orthopedic surgeon with an endless supply of Oxycodone spell to you? Yup, a train wreck of bad decisions waiting to happen. But hey, the sex was good. I’ve kind of spoiled the story now, as you know what’s ...

I don’t know how many miles I’ve run in my life. A lot, I suspect. If I had been careful, I could have kept track pretty easily. In the early days, I would drive over the routes I ran, using the car odometer to calculate distances. It wasn’t super accurate, but close enough. Now, I can track everything: Distance, elevation, heart rate. It’s almost too much ...

Undoubtedly the most effective way to grab my attention was for her to say in the middle of our first Zoom date, “I need all my holes filled.” It took a few seconds for my brain to process that statement. I am by no means a shrinking violet, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman say that so casually in a conversation. And mean it with such seriousness ...

The glass wall of the shower is already foggy from the scalding hot water streaming down over your body. As your rinse your blonde hair a final time under the deluge of water coming from the showerhead, you barely hear the subtle click of the door opening as I enter. ...

I’m delighted with our new house. And I think my wife is too. High on the list of housing requirements was having a proper walk-in closet—none of those tiny pseudo-walk-in Seattle closets, where you can barely walk two steps inside. My wife wanted an actual room for her clothes. And of course her shoes ...

It’s pitch black. An early winter morning. No sound from the house except the slow creak of the heating system keeping us warm. I feel my body slowly. Checking extremities. And then I feel you. Curled against me. Head buried in my chest. One leg over mine. Hand wrapped around my cock. Holding him firmly. A solid mass waiting to be ...

Fingers tracing perfect circles around your breasts. Gradually reducing until just barely grazing your hard nipples. Sharp intakes of breath as I hit vital points. Slight arching of your back as you will me to take you in my mouth. You can feel my hard cock pressed against you, ever so slightly pulsing with anticipation. And so I lick your left breast ...

It’s a game we play. Just to see how long our patience holds out, lying next to each other in bed. Naked. Infinitely close but not touching. How many minutes can we last this time? I can smell your hair, which may technically be cheating—a few strands are across my face. I can trace the faintest hint of perspiration off your skin, and if I focus, I ...

It is the middle of the night. One of those oppressively dark nights, a moonless night, not even any stars to show the sky has some depth. If there were a glimmer of hope from the moon, you would see dark clouds moving quickly across the sky, rushing away from the oncoming storm. As if on cue, you feel my teeth bite the back of your ...

The flight to Cabo San Lucas was almost entirely empty on a wet wintery Wednesday morning out of Seattle. I had already flown once this morning, from my home of San Francisco to Seattle. Everything was quiet because of COVID-19, and my job as a flight attendant was delightfully easy, if perhaps not quite frequent enough to cover my ...