Fantasy Friday – The AC Repairman

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Mike came out and told me that everything looked good and that he’d be leaving. I thanked him and teasingly asked if he meant the AC unit or me. He said both looked great and that it was his “pleasure”. I never seem to get good sunscreen coverage on my back when I am alone, so I asked Mike if he would be willing to help me out with one other thing before he left and he agreed to apply some on me.

I laid back down and soon felt his slippery hands rubbing the lotion onto my back. He was going slow and applied a perfect amount of pressure. It felt more like a massage than anything else. He applied more to his hands and got my shoulders, then he swept them down my back and outward to get the sides. He brought them together at my lower back and lingered there for a bit, as he traced my butterfly tattoo. He stated that he never expected that I’d had a tattoo, and mentioned that his wife, Tina, would never get one. Continue Reading →

Fantasy Friday – June 17 2016

Fantasy Friday

The first spank, when it comes, is a shock and I nearly lose my balance, recovering only at the last moment. I am prepared for the next, tightening my core to remain rigid and in place. I lose count of how many I receive, registering only the spreading warmth on my buttocks and the growing wetness between my legs.

“I’m so darn helpless in the arms of this powerful, young, ripped personification of New York’s Bravest that I feel myself about to erupt in the most earth shattering explosion since Mount Vesuvius last announced her presence.”
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“I wonder if he could be enticed to show us a few maneuvers on the brass pole.” Continue Reading →

Surprising her with a Moroccan Fantasy

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I rubbed my cheeks against the inside of her thighs, inhaled the intoxicating scent of her womanhood, kissed the soft hair of her mound, then my tongue parted through to find her pleasure nub. My first probe elicited a gasp of pleasure from my love. She took my head in her hands and guided my caresses. At first, she raised her head occasionally to watch how I caressed her clit and nibbled her labia, but then she laid back and focused on her pleasure.

I enjoyed how her body quivered and responded to the massaging of my tongue. I tried to match her breathing, her movements, to become one with her. My only desire was to bring her pleasure. I was not disappointed because she let out a soft moan and began to quiver. Her moaning became louder and more out of control as she pushed my face hard into her precious place, screamed in pleasure, then pushed my head away and collapsed onto the bed. Continue Reading →

What type of Man … ? This Man!

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What type of man can tangle your mind with just words? Can reach through your computer and caress your heart? Slowly fill your mind with thoughts of just him? Have you wondering, dreaming, aching for him…

What type of man is he that he does it so effortlessly? That at some points he is so aware of his effect and loves it, I’m sure. Yet other times leaves you hanging for days? Continue Reading →