What if it’s not forever?
Would you be prepared to go all in from the beginning if you knew that your perfect love wouldn’t last?
Would you be able to love in a way you never imagined possible with your entire body, your full heart and to the depths of your soul?
Would you fully appreciate being loved beyond anything you have or would ever experience again in this life?
Would you bare all of your true feelings, secret desires and unrevealed fears without hesitation?
Would you open up completely or would you keep some parts hidden just to protect yourself?
Would you love the love of your life even if it had a limited lifespan?
What would you do?
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What if it’s not forever?

Would you be prepared to go all in from the beginning if you knew that your perfect love wouldn’t last?

Would you be able to love in a way you never imagined possible with your entire body, your full heart and to the depths of your soul?

Would you fully appreciate being loved beyond anything you have or would ever experience again in this life?

Would you bare all of your true feelings, secret desires and unrevealed fears without hesitation?

Would you open up completely or would you keep some parts hidden just to protect yourself?

Would you love the love of your life even if it had a limited lifespan?

What would you do?

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Someone for the pain
He watched as the golden liquid left the bottle and landed on her hard nipple before running down her perfectly formed breast. Whiskey tasted better mixed with the sweat of a horny woman. He leaned down and licked it off her skin. His head was spinning but he couldn’t tell if it was from too much booze or too much sex.
The naked form in front of him twisted and turned, wanting more of what he had given her. He looked at the invitation of her open legs. It was there for him to take in any way he wanted. He couldn’t remember her name but he suspected she didn’t really care too much about that anyway. He moved one hand up her thigh while lifting the empty bottle above his head. His fingers entered her swollen wetness to a moan of approval as the remaining few drops of goodness landed on his tongue.
Another day, another woman. He had stopped counting them when days and nights blended into each other without a clear distinction. His liver was getting some serious abuse but his satisfied cock balanced things out again. You have to take the good with the bad. And there had been more than a few good ones. He didn’t discriminate, he loved them all. Brunette or redhead. Skinny or with a fuller figure. Vanilla or downright filthy. All of them satisfied certain parts of his body and his body was more than willing to thank them for it.
That’s what they were good for. That’s the only thing he needed from them. But all those women were just a band aid. A quick fix. A way of restricting the hidden bleeding. It wouldn’t stop any time soon, but it would be slowed. That’s what their soft skins and eager mouths did quite well. He would get over her eventually but how long it would take, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care. The only thing he wanted right now was to contain that damn bleeding, with another empty bottle here and a tight ass there…
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Someone for the pain

He watched as the golden liquid left the bottle and landed on her hard nipple before running down her perfectly formed breast. Whiskey tasted better mixed with the sweat of a horny woman. He leaned down and licked it off her skin. His head was spinning but he couldn’t tell if it was from too much booze or too much sex.

The naked form in front of him twisted and turned, wanting more of what he had given her. He looked at the invitation of her open legs. It was there for him to take in any way he wanted. He couldn’t remember her name but he suspected she didn’t really care too much about that anyway. He moved one hand up her thigh while lifting the empty bottle above his head. His fingers entered her swollen wetness to a moan of approval as the remaining few drops of goodness landed on his tongue.

Another day, another woman. He had stopped counting them when days and nights blended into each other without a clear distinction. His liver was getting some serious abuse but his satisfied cock balanced things out again. You have to take the good with the bad. And there had been more than a few good ones. He didn’t discriminate, he loved them all. Brunette or redhead. Skinny or with a fuller figure. Vanilla or downright filthy. All of them satisfied certain parts of his body and his body was more than willing to thank them for it.

That’s what they were good for. That’s the only thing he needed from them. But all those women were just a band aid. A quick fix. A way of restricting the hidden bleeding. It wouldn’t stop any time soon, but it would be slowed. That’s what their soft skins and eager mouths did quite well. He would get over her eventually but how long it would take, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care. The only thing he wanted right now was to contain that damn bleeding, with another empty bottle here and a tight ass there…

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Short Story - Intercontinental Lover

If you have a few minutes to waste then you might like to read a short story I wrote last year, which was published in Pique Magazine.

In case any of you are flight attendants then I would love to hear any dirty tales you might have from your travels. It could result in a sequel to this little story… ;)

I hope you enjoy this one.

Intercontinental Lover

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If only she did
She wished she could look into his eyes like he looked into hers and feel the same way.
She wished her body moved to the touch of his fingers the way his responded to her skin.
She wished her heart beat with the same strength when they embraced the way his did every time.
She wished she reacted to his smile when their eyes met the way he reacted to hers.
She wished she felt about him the same way he felt about her.
Unfortunately she didn’t. She still loved him…
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If only she did

She wished she could look into his eyes like he looked into hers and feel the same way.

She wished her body moved to the touch of his fingers the way his responded to her skin.

She wished her heart beat with the same strength when they embraced the way his did every time.

She wished she reacted to his smile when their eyes met the way he reacted to hers.

She wished she felt about him the same way he felt about her.

Unfortunately she didn’t. She still loved him…

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Romance? Not now!
We could be romantic. Go for a walk and hold hands. Open a bottle of wine on the deck and talk. Snuggle up in front of the TV and watch a chick flick. All of it sounds good…on another day. Screw romance right now. We should fuck instead!
You can tell me that no one has ever made you feel like I have. It would be nice if you did, but I don’t require that from you now. What I do require is for you to take off your gorgeous dress, remove that sexy underwear and give me your naked body so I can ravage it with every part of my own.
You can say to me that I’m the only man you will ever need. That would be lovely to know, but it won’t change what I want at this moment. What I do want is for you to climb on that bed, get on all fours and shove your ass in the air with that dirty smirk on your face so I can bury my teeth into your tasty flesh.
You can whisper to me that I’m the love of your life. That would be wonderful to hear but that’s not needed this very second. What I do need is to know that you want me inside you. That you’re desperate for me to stretch you. That all you crave is my burning lips and firm hands on you. That you won’t be satisfied until we’re both struggling to breathe, covered in our sweat and lust.
So how about we make a deal then? Tonight will be all about romance. Anything you want to do, we will do. Anywhere you want to go, we will go. Anything you want, I will make it happen. But until then - we fuck.
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Romance? Not now!

We could be romantic. Go for a walk and hold hands. Open a bottle of wine on the deck and talk. Snuggle up in front of the TV and watch a chick flick. All of it sounds good…on another day. Screw romance right now. We should fuck instead!

You can tell me that no one has ever made you feel like I have. It would be nice if you did, but I don’t require that from you now. What I do require is for you to take off your gorgeous dress, remove that sexy underwear and give me your naked body so I can ravage it with every part of my own.

You can say to me that I’m the only man you will ever need. That would be lovely to know, but it won’t change what I want at this moment. What I do want is for you to climb on that bed, get on all fours and shove your ass in the air with that dirty smirk on your face so I can bury my teeth into your tasty flesh.

You can whisper to me that I’m the love of your life. That would be wonderful to hear but that’s not needed this very second. What I do need is to know that you want me inside you. That you’re desperate for me to stretch you. That all you crave is my burning lips and firm hands on you. That you won’t be satisfied until we’re both struggling to breathe, covered in our sweat and lust.

So how about we make a deal then? Tonight will be all about romance. Anything you want to do, we will do. Anywhere you want to go, we will go. Anything you want, I will make it happen. But until then - we fuck.

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Drip for me
Stop everything right this second. I don’t care how important you think it is. I’m telling you right now it can wait. Stop asking questions. I don’t want to hear your objections. Get your sweet pussy over here. My mouth needs it.
Give those smooth lips to me. Hand over that sensitive clit. I want to smell it. I need to lick it. I have to taste it. When you offer yourself like that to me, I know that you are mine. I know that I’m the only one who gets to taste you. I know that only I can make you cum.
Drip onto me. Drip into me. Give me your nectar. Let me taste the essence and desire of the woman that you are. Every single drop. I want it all on my face. Right now. We both know that your oozing cunt belongs to me. Don’t make me say it again.
Enough talking. Come over here and do what I tell you. Baby needs to drip. And if you’re a good girl and give me all of your juices, I’ll drip for you in return…
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Drip for me

Stop everything right this second. I don’t care how important you think it is. I’m telling you right now it can wait. Stop asking questions. I don’t want to hear your objections. Get your sweet pussy over here. My mouth needs it.

Give those smooth lips to me. Hand over that sensitive clit. I want to smell it. I need to lick it. I have to taste it. When you offer yourself like that to me, I know that you are mine. I know that I’m the only one who gets to taste you. I know that only I can make you cum.

Drip onto me. Drip into me. Give me your nectar. Let me taste the essence and desire of the woman that you are. Every single drop. I want it all on my face. Right now. We both know that your oozing cunt belongs to me. Don’t make me say it again.

Enough talking. Come over here and do what I tell you. Baby needs to drip. And if you’re a good girl and give me all of your juices, I’ll drip for you in return…

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Fuel the flames
Love, even after five months or five years, has to make your heart beat faster. You need to expect it to. But don’t wait for it to just happen. Don’t think it will be there without any effort. The beginning of a new thing is always exciting with unexpected lust and desire. But often that can’t last and that’s ok. The thrill of the new inevitably gets replaced by a different kind of fire. Don’t fight that. Don’t wish for the cravings and urges of the early days, as wonderful as they may have been, while disregarding the evolution of your passion.
What you can have is so much better. So much more fulfilling. It’s the desire with the one you love. With the person who knows you intimately. Who has met all of your good features and adores them. And who has fought against the bad ones and would do it again without a complaint or regret. Don’t take that for granted. Not everyone will do that for you.
Love sometimes just happens. You might not expect it or look for it but it takes you over. It transforms you. It makes your life better. It makes you better. But it can also just as quickly disappear again - if you let it. Sometimes it’s obvious and it happens quickly. At other times you might only notice it years later. Fires often start from nothing but ultimately they can’t survive without fuel. You need to fuel yours. You must. Your love depends on it. And so may your life.
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Fuel the flames

Love, even after five months or five years, has to make your heart beat faster. You need to expect it to. But don’t wait for it to just happen. Don’t think it will be there without any effort. The beginning of a new thing is always exciting with unexpected lust and desire. But often that can’t last and that’s ok. The thrill of the new inevitably gets replaced by a different kind of fire. Don’t fight that. Don’t wish for the cravings and urges of the early days, as wonderful as they may have been, while disregarding the evolution of your passion.

What you can have is so much better. So much more fulfilling. It’s the desire with the one you love. With the person who knows you intimately. Who has met all of your good features and adores them. And who has fought against the bad ones and would do it again without a complaint or regret. Don’t take that for granted. Not everyone will do that for you.

Love sometimes just happens. You might not expect it or look for it but it takes you over. It transforms you. It makes your life better. It makes you better. But it can also just as quickly disappear again - if you let it. Sometimes it’s obvious and it happens quickly. At other times you might only notice it years later. Fires often start from nothing but ultimately they can’t survive without fuel. You need to fuel yours. You must. Your love depends on it. And so may your life.

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3 years and counting…
It’s been 3 years this month since the wheels on my little red bike began to turn. At the beginning this blog was nothing more than a way for me to waste some time and enjoy the many visual pleasures passing across my screen. However, over time it evolved into a creative outlet which gave me the chance to let some of the thoughts swirling around my head out into the open. Most of the time that’s been positive, at times painful, but always cathartic. You learn a lot about yourself when you expose your feelings without fear.
To everyone who has over these past 3 years decided that they might want to hang around and read my writing - thank you. I appreciate you staying, even though surely you have better things to do with your time. I will continue trying to keep my ramblings somewhat entertaining in the future if I can. Failing that, I’ll just post some more pussy and cock photos. That never seems to fail.
Thank you for the encouragement and kind words you continue to send my way. To celebrate, go get your partner and give them some lovin’ from me. Make it hard, make it sweaty, make it great. If you happen to be by yourself, use a watermelon or a hairbrush or whatever gets your juices going.
Here’s to you, sexy, dirty people. Thank you and stay horny.
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3 years and counting…

It’s been 3 years this month since the wheels on my little red bike began to turn. At the beginning this blog was nothing more than a way for me to waste some time and enjoy the many visual pleasures passing across my screen. However, over time it evolved into a creative outlet which gave me the chance to let some of the thoughts swirling around my head out into the open. Most of the time that’s been positive, at times painful, but always cathartic. You learn a lot about yourself when you expose your feelings without fear.

To everyone who has over these past 3 years decided that they might want to hang around and read my writing - thank you. I appreciate you staying, even though surely you have better things to do with your time. I will continue trying to keep my ramblings somewhat entertaining in the future if I can. Failing that, I’ll just post some more pussy and cock photos. That never seems to fail.

Thank you for the encouragement and kind words you continue to send my way. To celebrate, go get your partner and give them some lovin’ from me. Make it hard, make it sweaty, make it great. If you happen to be by yourself, use a watermelon or a hairbrush or whatever gets your juices going.

Here’s to you, sexy, dirty people. Thank you and stay horny.

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Because you are mine
If I want to stop you in the middle of the grocery store, put your face into my hands and kiss you passionately with a bunch of strangers around us then I will do it. I can kiss you any time I want.
If I want you naked and kneeling in front of me with your mouth open, begging me to slide my hard cock between your lips then I will tell you to do it. I can make you take my cock any time I want.
If I want to whisk you away to the wine country for a long weekend of eating, drinking and relaxing with complete disregard for any and all of our responsibilities then I will do it. I can spoil you any time I want.
If I want to wake you up halfway through the night and run my hand up your inner thigh before splitting your lips apart and moving inside you until we’re both dripping from our juices then I will do it. I can fuck you any time I want.
Why do I expect you to give me all those things and why do I offer you even more in return? Because that’s what it means to be mine.
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Because you are mine

If I want to stop you in the middle of the grocery store, put your face into my hands and kiss you passionately with a bunch of strangers around us then I will do it. I can kiss you any time I want.

If I want you naked and kneeling in front of me with your mouth open, begging me to slide my hard cock between your lips then I will tell you to do it. I can make you take my cock any time I want.

If I want to whisk you away to the wine country for a long weekend of eating, drinking and relaxing with complete disregard for any and all of our responsibilities then I will do it. I can spoil you any time I want.

If I want to wake you up halfway through the night and run my hand up your inner thigh before splitting your lips apart and moving inside you until we’re both dripping from our juices then I will do it. I can fuck you any time I want.

Why do I expect you to give me all those things and why do I offer you even more in return? Because that’s what it means to be mine.

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Inappropriate thoughts
"I’m having a really nice time," she said smiling from across the table.
"So am I," he replied returning her smile before putting another bite into his mouth. How I want to rip your bra open and suck on your nipples right now, he thought.
"Should we go for a glass of wine after dinner?" she asked while getting up to go to the ladies room.
"Sure. That’s a good idea," he answered as he watched her walk toward the back of the restaurant. I’m going to eat that pussy and ass of yours until you scream later.
"Do you want to come up to my place for a little bit?" she wondered as he parked his car in front of her house later that evening.
"I would love to," he said turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. I can’t wait to push my hard cock deep into your warm, wet mouth until your eyes water.
"Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a moment," she said a short while later before disappearing into another room.
"Thank you. I will," he replied while taking a seat. I’m going to abuse your clit for hours right here on this couch.
"You’re such a nice guy," she said from the other room while getting changed.
"That’s nice of you to say," he answered, stretching his arms across the backrest of the couch. I will be even nicer when I cum all over your sexy body.
"Can you please do me a favour?" she asked coming back into the room a few minutes later wearing only her underwear. "Stop thinking about it and fuck me."
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Inappropriate thoughts

"I’m having a really nice time," she said smiling from across the table.

"So am I," he replied returning her smile before putting another bite into his mouth. How I want to rip your bra open and suck on your nipples right now, he thought.

"Should we go for a glass of wine after dinner?" she asked while getting up to go to the ladies room.

"Sure. That’s a good idea," he answered as he watched her walk toward the back of the restaurant. I’m going to eat that pussy and ass of yours until you scream later.

"Do you want to come up to my place for a little bit?" she wondered as he parked his car in front of her house later that evening.

"I would love to," he said turning off the engine and stepping out of the car. I can’t wait to push my hard cock deep into your warm, wet mouth until your eyes water.

"Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a moment," she said a short while later before disappearing into another room.

"Thank you. I will," he replied while taking a seat. I’m going to abuse your clit for hours right here on this couch.

"You’re such a nice guy," she said from the other room while getting changed.

"That’s nice of you to say," he answered, stretching his arms across the backrest of the couch. I will be even nicer when I cum all over your sexy body.

"Can you please do me a favour?" she asked coming back into the room a few minutes later wearing only her underwear. "Stop thinking about it and fuck me."

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Total Love
Love me with everything you have. With every part of your being. I don’t want just your body. I don’t need just your heart. I don’t ask for just your soul. I insist on all of them. A love cannot be fulfilled unless all of them are offered and all of them are accepted.
It’s easy to love when you’re in love. When life is pleasant and the wheels are turning smoothly. When lust and affection are binding you. It’s much harder to do when trouble is brewing. When life has turned into a dirty bitch and people and problems are threatening to rip you apart. That’s when love truly shows itself. That’s when you know if what you have can stand the test of time. That’s worth fighting for.
Those hard times, that is when you should be able to turn to love. When you should be able to rely on it to get you through. Love is not about holding hands, romantic movies and orgasms. That’s just the furniture and decorations. The important things are the foundations of the house, the strength of the walls and the toughness of the roof. Everything inside means nothing if it all collapses.
I couldn’t care less about the dramas of last year, the difficulties of last month or the problems of last week. The only thing I care about is today and tomorrow and how we can be stronger together and more resilient against life’s obstacles. How we can be closer. That’s what my love lives for. Does yours?
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Total Love

Love me with everything you have. With every part of your being. I don’t want just your body. I don’t need just your heart. I don’t ask for just your soul. I insist on all of them. A love cannot be fulfilled unless all of them are offered and all of them are accepted.

It’s easy to love when you’re in love. When life is pleasant and the wheels are turning smoothly. When lust and affection are binding you. It’s much harder to do when trouble is brewing. When life has turned into a dirty bitch and people and problems are threatening to rip you apart. That’s when love truly shows itself. That’s when you know if what you have can stand the test of time. That’s worth fighting for.

Those hard times, that is when you should be able to turn to love. When you should be able to rely on it to get you through. Love is not about holding hands, romantic movies and orgasms. That’s just the furniture and decorations. The important things are the foundations of the house, the strength of the walls and the toughness of the roof. Everything inside means nothing if it all collapses.

I couldn’t care less about the dramas of last year, the difficulties of last month or the problems of last week. The only thing I care about is today and tomorrow and how we can be stronger together and more resilient against life’s obstacles. How we can be closer. That’s what my love lives for. Does yours?

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Mr (Mostly) Nice Guy
People like nice guys. Those who are polite and considerate, caring and helping out when possible. Men who are thoughtful, understanding and reliable. I think I fit those criteria most of the time. I try consciously to make a positive contribution to people I’m in contact with. But then there are other times…
Times when the word ‘nice’ is the last thing on my mind. When I take that part of my personality put it in a box, lock it and store it away for a while so it doesn’t interfere with those dark, dirty needs that sometimes invade my thoughts and take control over me. It happens more often than I’d like to admit. That urge, it took over one day…
I had been pacing for what seemed like hours waiting for her to get home after work. It was driving me insane. All I could picture was my hard cock inside her, one way or another. Finally she walked into the house wearing the pretty, new blouse he had bought a few days earlier. I didn’t reply to her ‘hello’ but instead ripped open that blouse with buttons flying across the hallway. She started yelling and cursing about what the hell I had just done.
I didn’t answer with words but she understood when she found herself pushed against the front door. My hand grabbed her breast hard, my body pressing against hers. She tried to object looking around to see if anyone else was in the house. I didn’t care. I had only one thing on my mind.
My mouth connected hard with hers. A few moments of defiance before she gave up and opened her lips. Her hands went from trying to push me away to pulling me onto her. But this was my need, my urge. I wanted to take care of it my way. This would not be a two way street. Not this time. This was about me taking what was mine.
I pulled my lips away from hers and looked into her eyes one last time. Then I spun her around. Her cheek was pressed against the stained glass of the front door as she tried to look back at me. My foot pulled her legs apart while my hands lifted her skirt, exposing her panties. Those were new, too. And they were ripped off her as well, leaving marks on her thighs where the material stapped.
I was hard. I had been since the moment she’d walked in. I unzipped my pants and without hesitation pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Her body offered no resistance. She was wet already and I slid in hard until my stomach slammed against her ass. That’s where I remained, my face now next to hers. Her eyes were closed, her hands spread against the door. Looking through the front door glass I could see cars and people passing by outside.
Then I began to move inside her. Hard, fast and without stopping once. She moaned. I groaned. She pushed back at me. I pushed forward into her. Her lipstick smeared all over the glass as my teeth dug into her shoulder. Her body slammed into the door every time I slammed into her. Someone must have heard. I didn’t care. I needed to cum right then and there. No stopping. No pausing. No catching a breath or changing positions. I fucked her hard and I fucked her properly until I emptied myself inside her…
Being nice is a good way to live life. But to be like that all the time? No. That’s not me. Sometimes it’s better to take ‘nice’ and store it away for a while. Having said that, being the nice guy that I am, she did cum before I did…
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Mr (Mostly) Nice Guy

People like nice guys. Those who are polite and considerate, caring and helping out when possible. Men who are thoughtful, understanding and reliable. I think I fit those criteria most of the time. I try consciously to make a positive contribution to people I’m in contact with. But then there are other times…

Times when the word ‘nice’ is the last thing on my mind. When I take that part of my personality put it in a box, lock it and store it away for a while so it doesn’t interfere with those dark, dirty needs that sometimes invade my thoughts and take control over me. It happens more often than I’d like to admit. That urge, it took over one day…

I had been pacing for what seemed like hours waiting for her to get home after work. It was driving me insane. All I could picture was my hard cock inside her, one way or another. Finally she walked into the house wearing the pretty, new blouse he had bought a few days earlier. I didn’t reply to her ‘hello’ but instead ripped open that blouse with buttons flying across the hallway. She started yelling and cursing about what the hell I had just done.

I didn’t answer with words but she understood when she found herself pushed against the front door. My hand grabbed her breast hard, my body pressing against hers. She tried to object looking around to see if anyone else was in the house. I didn’t care. I had only one thing on my mind.

My mouth connected hard with hers. A few moments of defiance before she gave up and opened her lips. Her hands went from trying to push me away to pulling me onto her. But this was my need, my urge. I wanted to take care of it my way. This would not be a two way street. Not this time. This was about me taking what was mine.

I pulled my lips away from hers and looked into her eyes one last time. Then I spun her around. Her cheek was pressed against the stained glass of the front door as she tried to look back at me. My foot pulled her legs apart while my hands lifted her skirt, exposing her panties. Those were new, too. And they were ripped off her as well, leaving marks on her thighs where the material stapped.

I was hard. I had been since the moment she’d walked in. I unzipped my pants and without hesitation pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Her body offered no resistance. She was wet already and I slid in hard until my stomach slammed against her ass. That’s where I remained, my face now next to hers. Her eyes were closed, her hands spread against the door. Looking through the front door glass I could see cars and people passing by outside.

Then I began to move inside her. Hard, fast and without stopping once. She moaned. I groaned. She pushed back at me. I pushed forward into her. Her lipstick smeared all over the glass as my teeth dug into her shoulder. Her body slammed into the door every time I slammed into her. Someone must have heard. I didn’t care. I needed to cum right then and there. No stopping. No pausing. No catching a breath or changing positions. I fucked her hard and I fucked her properly until I emptied myself inside her…

Being nice is a good way to live life. But to be like that all the time? No. That’s not me. Sometimes it’s better to take ‘nice’ and store it away for a while. Having said that, being the nice guy that I am, she did cum before I did…

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Secret Rendezvous
He reached for her face with both hands and pulled it up to his. The lust from the night before still burned in his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers for one final kiss. Her mouth was as eager as his, their bodies quickly catching fire again. Tongues became hungry once more, hands more needy, just like they had been throughout the night.
As soon as he had walked into the hotel room the previous evening for their secret meeting she had instructed him not to speak while proceeding to slowly pull off his suit. With each item dropping from his body his excitement became stronger. The rush he experienced was something he had not felt in a long time. It was new and unpredictable. Exactly how he had hoped it would be.
He was a man with responsibilities and power. His life was all about being in control and making important decisions on a daily basis. But during that night he let himself go and handed all of that control over to her in a way he had never done before with anyone. Willingly and without questions or objections. That was exactly what she had wanted and it was what he had needed. The result was a night which would be burned into his memory for a long time.
This woman did things to him he had only ever imagined in the past. She exposed parts of her body and soul to him he had never received from another woman before. He had initially had doubts about this encounter with her, but during the course of the night all of them disappeared. With each ticking hour he was more convinced that not only were they doing the right thing, but that this would happen again soon.
Their kiss this morning threatened to get out of control again in the same way the entire night did. His roaming hands took a firm hold of her body as his excitement visibly grew. Today’s work commitments would have to wait. This desire was uncontrollable. She had opened something inside him he could no longer hide.
Then suddenly she pulled away, turned and walked to the door. She drew it open, and before stepping into the hallway, looked back at him and said with a coy smile, “When are you getting the kids?”
"At 5," he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"Great. Dinner will be ready. See you then."
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Secret Rendezvous

He reached for her face with both hands and pulled it up to his. The lust from the night before still burned in his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers for one final kiss. Her mouth was as eager as his, their bodies quickly catching fire again. Tongues became hungry once more, hands more needy, just like they had been throughout the night.

As soon as he had walked into the hotel room the previous evening for their secret meeting she had instructed him not to speak while proceeding to slowly pull off his suit. With each item dropping from his body his excitement became stronger. The rush he experienced was something he had not felt in a long time. It was new and unpredictable. Exactly how he had hoped it would be.

He was a man with responsibilities and power. His life was all about being in control and making important decisions on a daily basis. But during that night he let himself go and handed all of that control over to her in a way he had never done before with anyone. Willingly and without questions or objections. That was exactly what she had wanted and it was what he had needed. The result was a night which would be burned into his memory for a long time.

This woman did things to him he had only ever imagined in the past. She exposed parts of her body and soul to him he had never received from another woman before. He had initially had doubts about this encounter with her, but during the course of the night all of them disappeared. With each ticking hour he was more convinced that not only were they doing the right thing, but that this would happen again soon.

Their kiss this morning threatened to get out of control again in the same way the entire night did. His roaming hands took a firm hold of her body as his excitement visibly grew. Today’s work commitments would have to wait. This desire was uncontrollable. She had opened something inside him he could no longer hide.

Then suddenly she pulled away, turned and walked to the door. She drew it open, and before stepping into the hallway, looked back at him and said with a coy smile, “When are you getting the kids?”

"At 5," he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"Great. Dinner will be ready. See you then."

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: crepax58)

Do you like to watch?
Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.
I don’t want you to move in any way. You’re not allowed to adjust or take off your bra or panties. You’re not permitted to move your hands from the armrests. No running your fingers over your smooth thighs. No pinching your firm nipples through your bra. No sliding your hand into your panties to feel your moist lips.
I don’t want you to talk at all. No dirty talk or even whispering. I don’t want to hear how watching me makes you feel. I don’t want you to give me instructions on what you want me to do or how you wish you could touch yourself. No talking, no moaning, no sounds whatsoever.
All I want you to do is sit on that chair and watch. To look at my face and see how my eyes react to my stroking. Observe my mouth and notice what my lips do when my grip gets firmer. How my tongue moves when the throbbing through my cock becomes stronger.
Keep your eyes on me. Watch how my hand moves along my hard shaft. How I cup my balls with the other one. See the precum dripping down my fingers. Look into my eyes when I lick it off them. Watch how my body starts to slowly lose control. How my grip goes from slow and loose to fast and tight. See how I slide around the chair, my hands all over my body.
I’m the object of your own, private show. Look, watch and stare at me. Discover how my body moves and what I do to myself to build the tension. How I extend and prolong. The way I keep delaying my orgasm. How I use my own escaping juices to lubricate my pulsing cock.
Then watch closely when I finally let go. See how my teeth attack my lips, how my grip squeezes even tighter. Hear me moan when I release. Watch me cover myself in my own cum. Shot after shot. Layer upon layer. Up my chest, over my belly, across my thighs. Until my hand eventually slows down and stops with my cock still throbbing in my hand and the last few drops falling to the ground.
But throughout it all, don’t move and don’t talk. You’re just here to observe. So, do you like to watch? Because I like to show…
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Do you like to watch?

Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.

I don’t want you to move in any way. You’re not allowed to adjust or take off your bra or panties. You’re not permitted to move your hands from the armrests. No running your fingers over your smooth thighs. No pinching your firm nipples through your bra. No sliding your hand into your panties to feel your moist lips.

I don’t want you to talk at all. No dirty talk or even whispering. I don’t want to hear how watching me makes you feel. I don’t want you to give me instructions on what you want me to do or how you wish you could touch yourself. No talking, no moaning, no sounds whatsoever.

All I want you to do is sit on that chair and watch. To look at my face and see how my eyes react to my stroking. Observe my mouth and notice what my lips do when my grip gets firmer. How my tongue moves when the throbbing through my cock becomes stronger.

Keep your eyes on me. Watch how my hand moves along my hard shaft. How I cup my balls with the other one. See the precum dripping down my fingers. Look into my eyes when I lick it off them. Watch how my body starts to slowly lose control. How my grip goes from slow and loose to fast and tight. See how I slide around the chair, my hands all over my body.

I’m the object of your own, private show. Look, watch and stare at me. Discover how my body moves and what I do to myself to build the tension. How I extend and prolong. The way I keep delaying my orgasm. How I use my own escaping juices to lubricate my pulsing cock.

Then watch closely when I finally let go. See how my teeth attack my lips, how my grip squeezes even tighter. Hear me moan when I release. Watch me cover myself in my own cum. Shot after shot. Layer upon layer. Up my chest, over my belly, across my thighs. Until my hand eventually slows down and stops with my cock still throbbing in my hand and the last few drops falling to the ground.

But throughout it all, don’t move and don’t talk. You’re just here to observe. So, do you like to watch? Because I like to show…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: wheresmychaperone)

Back to basics
Let’s put it all behind us. All the distractions, complications and pettiness from the past. The jealousy and jabs. All those times when hurtful things were said and even worse, when nothing was said at all. It’s all toxic and unnecessary.
That’s not what we are all about. That’s not what defines us. What we are is two parts of the same soul. I knew that the day you invaded my world and I believe it now more than ever. Nothing could ever change that.
I know life can get hard. There are times when there seems to be nowhere to turn. When there is no light at the end of the tunnel and no better days seem ahead. Let my ear be there for you. Take my shoulder any time you need. I will help you find the light again, if you let me.
You are the beat inside my heart. You know you always have been. In recent times that beat has not been as strong as in days past but it’s still there. Because without it, my heart stops. I need you and I depend on you. Don’t forget, that is a good thing.
So let’s get back to basics, to the place where what we have is positive and pure. Let’s get back to where it all started. That’s where the seeds were first sown. Where our combined soul was born. That place where I thank the heavens for bringing you to me.
"Hi. It’s nice to meet you - again. I love you. I always have and I always will. Yesterday, today and tomorrow!"
Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Back to basics

Let’s put it all behind us. All the distractions, complications and pettiness from the past. The jealousy and jabs. All those times when hurtful things were said and even worse, when nothing was said at all. It’s all toxic and unnecessary.

That’s not what we are all about. That’s not what defines us. What we are is two parts of the same soul. I knew that the day you invaded my world and I believe it now more than ever. Nothing could ever change that.

I know life can get hard. There are times when there seems to be nowhere to turn. When there is no light at the end of the tunnel and no better days seem ahead. Let my ear be there for you. Take my shoulder any time you need. I will help you find the light again, if you let me.

You are the beat inside my heart. You know you always have been. In recent times that beat has not been as strong as in days past but it’s still there. Because without it, my heart stops. I need you and I depend on you. Don’t forget, that is a good thing.

So let’s get back to basics, to the place where what we have is positive and pure. Let’s get back to where it all started. That’s where the seeds were first sown. Where our combined soul was born. That place where I thank the heavens for bringing you to me.

"Hi. It’s nice to meet you - again. I love you. I always have and I always will. Yesterday, today and tomorrow!"

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

(Source: bella7)

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