I Hate Exercise

An image of Robin

An image of Robin

I met Robin at a local running club event. Let me be clear, I was not running. I do not run unless forced to do so by circumstances that I would consider catastrophic. But I do volunteer my time at a number of events, and this was one of those times. They were having a half-marathon and triathlon and needed people to hand out water and cheer and other tasks that make the participants happy. It is not heavy duty and gets me out of the house. Robin, it turns out, is a runner and a member of the club hosting the event. She had the unenviable task of keeping the volunteers on task. Or at least making sure we pretended to know what we were doing. She handed me a clip board and told me to stand next to her as she checked people in.

Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports bra and covered in a performance t-shirt. I had to resist sneaking glances at her as I put marks on the paper as people came up for their assignments.

“What do you do to stay in shape,” she asked during a lull.

“Skip a glass of scotch,” I said with a smirk.

“No, I mean what do you do for exercise?”

“I should say that I run dozens of miles a day before my personal trainer has me lift a ton of weights, but frankly, vigorous sex is about the some of my activity. I hate exercise.”

She was saved a response as another wave of folks came up to get their assignments. Robin said hello to those repeating volunteers and others she knew. Once everyone was deployed and the participants briefed on the rules and other minutiae before they were sent off on their way.

“Can you lift things?” she asked with a smirk.”

Is it heavier than a beer?” I asked with a smirk as I followed her.

She was probably surprised over the course of the next couple of hours as she had me haul food, water, prizes, podiums and any number of other things around the site. She had a glossy sheen of sweat on her face as we stopped for water. I was sweating as well but not hard. The air was cool despite the sun.

“I thought you said you didn’t exercise?” she said draining her glass.

“No, I said other than vigorous sex, I didn’t exercise.”

“Maybe I need to have you show me what you mean, because I thought I was in shape,” she said with a sexy smile.

“I will be happy to introduce you to my training program.”

She smiled again and we continued with our tasks. A couple of times I managed to get a picture of her working at her job or talking to other people. She smiled when she saw me do this and I simply smiled back at her. By the time the last participants had come in and the cleanup crew was moving in, she had let me take a couple of pictures of her not working. She even pulled me aside, took a quick look around and skimmed off her t-shirt. It must have been the cool air that made he nipples so prominent.

She dismissed us with her thanks and the thanks of the organization. I made sure she had my contact information if they needed my help in the future and wished her a good day as I departed with the volunteers. I had only just made it to my car when a message arrived.

Sorry, I can’t take advantage today, but we should schedule something soon. Make sure I get those pictures for the newsletter!

I smiled and sent back:

Let me know when you are free and make sure I am on the mailing list for that newsletter.

I hopped into the car and headed for lunch.

As promised, I sent Robin the pictures I had shot, all of them. The ones I had taken of her where she tried to pose, I had cleaned them up and cropped them. I also included a note.

These came out well. I printed them and have them as a collage. Hope things are well. I am sure they will look great in the newsletter.

I was pouring myself a drink when she got back to me.

There are some great shots there, thank you. Can we get some time together? Drinks tomorrow night at Charlie’s?

It was a date.

“Hey stranger,” Bobbie said as I sat down at my table. “Where have you been keeping yourself?”

“Evening Bobbie. I have been traveling a bit. Customer wanted my physical presence rather than using technology so I had to go to New York for a couple of weeks.”

“That sounds like fun. You get out much?”

“A bit. Found a couple of nice places to hang my hat, and the food was good.”

“Great. Welcome home. You waiting on someone?”

“Yes. Her name is Robin.”

“Runner? About five-eight?”

“That would be here.”

“You want wine? She only drinks ice water.”

“Bring a bottle and two glasses. I don’t trust people that don’t drink wine.”

“Back in a couple. Jack’s got some fresh bread just out of the oven.”

“Then it would be a shame to let it become croutons,” I said and Bobbie laughed as she went about her tasks.

Charlie’s is like an old shoe. It is comfortable, it smells a bit, and it reminds you that there are worse things in the world than having happy feet. I waved to a couple of the regulars and enjoyed a couple of sips of the wine and slathered soft butter on the soft bread. There is nothing more delicious than good butter on fresh baked bread and I indulge in it as often as I can.

“All those carbs,” Robin said as she approached the table.

I stood up and help her to the chair.

“Hey, I have to keep my energy up, and bread is one of the four essential food groups.”

She was wearing a black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees and a black boat neck shirt. Gold earrings dangled from her ears and other than a bracelet on her wrist, she was not wearing any jewelry. Her two inch pumps were sensible shoes and made her calves looks wonderful. I took all this in while she looked at me.

“The four essential food groups? OK, this I have to hear.”

“Oh, it’s very simple. Garlic, butter, bread, olive oil. You really don’t need anything else, although I find rosemary sometimes adds a nice surprise to a focaccia or a roasted garlic bulb.”

“It’s amazing you are not the size of a house,” she said laughing.

I poured her some wine, which she did not decline and smiled.

“Vigorous sex,” I said by way of answer and a toast.

“Vigorous sex, then,” she said.

We ordered out meals and Bobbie went off to place the order.

“The committee loved the pictures of me doing work. One smart ass said he didn’t know I could do manual labor and was going to make sure I was on the next work crew, just so he could witness it for himself.”

“I am glad. What did they think of the last one?” I asked, nudging her.

“As if. But Michelle, my running partner, she liked it, a lot. She wants you to take one like that of her so she can send it to her ex. Seem she used to get grief about her weight. Well, let’s say she’s dropped more than a hundred pounds, but picked up muscles in all the right places without losing her curves.”

“Ah, a real woman then. Not that you are not. Your curves are quite respectable. But no woman should get grief for what is a necessary part of their body structure. I would be happy to oblige her desire. I will even use a real camera if she would like. I can bring the studio to her.”

“Studio?”

“I guess I didn’t get around to that. I an a graphic artist. I have access to a complete photo studio. I also have amassed a fair amount of my own gear and I can put together a decent home studio if I have too.”

“That explains how you can get such good pictures from a cell phone.”

“And a bit of post processing. Normally I don’t fiddle with an image more than brighten it for printing, but I tweaked a few things with yours. I can do the same for Michelle with a decent camera and some properly set lights.”

“Here is to mysterious men and their unknown skills. Now if you cooked, I would start looking around for your wife.”

“I do, and my own laundry too. I haven’t had a pink sock in decades. And no wife, nor ex to worry about. Just never saw the need.”

“Self sufficient. I like that trait too.”

Bonnie brought us back our dinner and we set to. Robin tried not to tease me too much about my food choices, but she was not always successful.

“You know,” I began as I speared a French fry, “You have to run 3/4 of a mile to burn off the calories in that lump of broccoli. And while you might experience a runner’s high along the route, you will still have suffered through the pain of actually eating it in the first place, because it is supposed to be good for you. I, on the other hand, need only to give you one screaming orgasm to burn off the calories in this French fry, and I get to enjoy the pleasure of it twice.”

Her fork stopped half way to her mouth as I started and by the time I finished, she had put the fork down, untasted, and goggled at me as I popped the fry in my mouth and slowly chewed it.

“You are an evil, evil man,” she said at last.

“Why? Because I enjoy my food?”

“No, because you presume you know how to give me a screaming orgasm,” she spat.

I simply smiled.

“Did I mention that I was going to do it by eating your pussy until you pushed me away?”

Her fork hit her plate again and I could see the rise and fall of her breasts become irregular. A gentle red flush began to spread up from her neck.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked.

“I can’t remember the last time a guy even offered to eat me, much less promised me an orgasm because of it,” she said quietly.

“That is a shame. A lovely lady like you deserves to feel pleasure in every way possible.”

She blushed more, if that were possible, and the rosy hue fell across the skin revealed by her shirt.

“Rubbing your legs together?” I leered.

“Damn you. Yes!”

“Good,” I smiled and we finished our dinner.

Robin put her silverware down and looked at me over the last of her wine.

“Of course, you are full of shit. There is no way licking me to an orgasm could burn off enough calories for one one of those French fries, much less the plateful you ate.”

“But you want to see me try anyway.”

“Damn straight.”

“Your place?”

“It’s as good as any.”

I paid the bill and followed her to a small apartment complex. She lived on the top floor and had a wonderful view through floor to ceiling windows of a small field that served as a water retention area in heavy rains to keep the surrounding property from flooding. It was tastefully decorated with two bedrooms, one converted into a home office and gym, the other hosting a king-sized bed. She pulled me into her arms and we kissed gently at first and then with more heat and desire. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues found each other and wrapped themselves together, much as she was pulling me tightly against her and I was pulling her tightly against my body. I squeezed her ass gently and rhythmically. She pushed harder against my growing erection and I pushed back against her.

I slid my hand along the waist of her skirt until I found the clasp and zipper that held it together and deftly undid the clasp and slid down the zipper. She moaned again as I slipped my hand inside the skirt and along the top of her stockings. Her ass was bare, where I touched it and she pushed harder against me before she broke the kiss.

“Damn, your hand is so hot on my skin. How do you do that.”

I just smiled and she laughed as her skirt fell to the ground. I stepped back a bit and undid her blouse quickly. I noticed that she was not wearing any panties of any sort and slid a finger along her lightly furred, and damp, lips as I slipped a hand over a bra covered breast, pinching gently at the erect nipple there.

“Oh, you do not waste any time,” she sighed.

She held onto me while I teased her clit and nipple at the same time. She shivered as I slipped my finger deeper into her folds. She backed up and sat down on the couch. She spread her legs. She held them open and the look on her face made it clear what my next move was to be. I pulled down a pillow and sunk down onto it before sliding between her legs. I could smell her excitement and in a moment I could see it as her clit poked out from under its hood and her lips were wet. Rather than just dive it, I placed gentle kisses on the soft skin of her thighs, her mound and the place were her hips joined her legs. She shivered as I did this. More so as I tickled other sensitive places that were just outside of where she wanted me to focus. I kept my motions slow and deliberate. Each kiss closer, each kiss more direct, until I kissed her hood and flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned and shook as I did this and cried out as I circled her clit with my tongue. I could feel the moisture begin to flow from her as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Robin pulled back her legs, opening herself up to my attention. I pushed on and her first orgasm surprised her with its intensity. The second one came right on the heels of the first and she flooded the couch beneath her. I slipped a finger into her and sucked hard on her clit as I slid my finger over the rough skin inside of her. She cried out and her thighs clamped hard on my head. She panted as wave after wave of pleasure when through her and then she pushed me back despite keeping me in a headlock between her thighs. I kept flicking her clit, even as she pushed me back and eventually she released me enough to get me out far enough to block me from her sensitive body.

She slumped back against the back of the couch, a dark patch clear beneath her. She was gently teasing a nipple through her clothes as she tried to recover.

“OK, that might have burned off that piece of broccoli and I have to admit it was much more fun than going for a run. Damn, you’re good.”

She made an act of fanning herself before she sat up and took off her blouse and bra.

“However, you seem to still be dressed. Strip. That should burn a calorie or two.”

I smiled at her and stood up before I undid my pants and tossed my shirt over on the couch next to hers, my cock standing out proudly in front of me.

“Now that is a nice looking cock,” she said as she sat forward and slipped her hands around it. They were cooler than the blood heated skin and my cock twitched under her touch. She rolled her thumb over the head of my cock, smearing the precum over it.

“Mm, this is nice,” she said.

I trembled a bit as she did this, my cock jumped in her hand as she stroked its length with her doubled hand.

“You want to do it here on the couch?” I asked as she moved forward to lick the head gently.

“It is energetic that way,” she said with smirk, “but I do prefer the bed.”

She released me and stood up before she pulled me towards her bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed and threw her leg over my hip before she dropped down onto my hips, my cock deep inside of her velvet folds.

“Oh, that fits nicely,” she said with a gasp.

She moved up and down on me a couple of times, enjoying the sensations clearly, based on the way her nipples hardened and the way her head lolled about her shoulders. I slipped a finger between us and diddled her clit which made her dance more on my cock and rake her nails over my chest. Her muscles rippled over the length of my cock and I moaned out in pleasure.

“I can see why you like this,” she said smiling. “And you feel so good. But I want you to take me. Can you do that?”

“Roll over and let’s find out,” I said.

She slipped off of me and lay on her back beside me. I rolled over and looked down as her as she spread her legs and let me get closer to her. I could feel the heat of her pussy as my cock moved closer to her and then slipped into her. We both moaned as I found my length deep into her. She pulled her legs back and a few more millimeters slipped into her. We were as close as two people could get. I bent down and licked her nipple before I started to slowly stroke in and out of her. She panted as our speed increased and a flush spread down over her upper chest. Sweat ran down my spine and her legs wrapped around me and encouraged more from me. I shoved forward and pounded her harder. Both of us panted. She threw back her head and squeezed me so tight I could not push forward into her. I could feel her flooding my cock. She moaned again as I tried to push more into her. Eventually she relaxed enough that I could continue pushing in and out of her. My own orgasm swelled my cock and I filled her quickly in long spurts until there was nothing left. I collapsed onto my elbows above her and she pulled me down close against her. We kissed passionately as I softened inside of her and she expelled me as the foreign body I was. We rolled over and she held onto me.

“Can you stay?” she asked.

“Certainly.”

“Good, because I have a lot more dinner to burn off.”

I laughed and kissed her as we got ready for the next round of exercise.

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A Textual Exchange

I’m horny

I looked at the unknown number for a minute, and having nothing better to do, I responded.

OK, how can I help?

I was just laying here, thinking about your tongue on my clit.

Oh?

Mmmhmm

And was my tongue flicking your clit, or was it rolling around it and teasing it? Was it lapping up your wetness in long slow strokes from your ass to your nub? Or was it poking its way into whatever crevice it could find and worming about?

Damn, yes, all of it.

All of it? That makes me sound indecisive. I am not indecisive. I would start with the long, slow, languid licks, tasting all of you. Making sure I understood the lay of the land as it were. Feeling your legs shiver at this first invasion of your most private place

Oh, yes, please.

Then I would see what I had to work with. A few passes around the outside of your clit, making sure to only brush it with my tongue. Gauging its hardness, its readiness. Encouraging you to move around a bit.

I am moving now.

Tease the bud of your ass. Ensure that you are fully open to my explorations. And then I would get serious. Are your nipples hard yet?

Oh, hard and eager. Waiting for your touch.

I like hard and eager nipples. It makes it more fun when I wrap my lips around your clit and suck. It leaves my hands free to pinch and pull your nipples, making sure your pleasure centers are connected and every sensation rockets through your body.

Oh, I need you, I need you. I am so wet right now. I need something inside me.

Have a toy? Feel free to use it.

I think tonight I need the big one.

You just want me to suck your clit until it explodes, bathing my face with your juices. You want me to make your pussy clench so hard nothing can pass those velvety folds. You want to cum so hard your back bows.

Oh, fuck, yes!

Are you full now? You pussy wrapped around that fake dick, thrusting in and out of your wetness?

There was no immediate response. I picked up my scotch and had a sip while I waited. If she was as horny as she indicated, I guessed she was now rubbing her clit raw while she pounded her cunt with the big one. I continued to wait and gently rubbed my own erection.

Whew. I haven’t cum like that in a while

Take the edge off?

Yeah, a little. Thanks. Can you come over?

That would be a bit of a challenge. I am pretty sure we are not even in the same neighborhood, much less the same state at the moment.

??

Let me put this another way. Who are you?

!!

I waited a minute or two.

It’s Gail.

Pleasure to meet you Gail. Vic here. I am in Los Angeles at the moment. Where are you? If I am going to come over that is.

The next pause was a bit more protracted.

I’m in Casper. I’m sorry.

For what?

Disturbing you.

Well, I am a bit flustered at the moment, but hardly disturbed.

LOL, I guess I should take credit for that.

By all means. After all, I did lick your pussy, at least virtually.

And you did such a good job. There is a puddle under my ass.

Mission accomplished then.

Mostly. I am still horny.

The big one didn’t do the trick?

Oh, it is well used, but no, not completely.

Anything I can do to help?

Can you come over 😉

Sorry, not tonight 🙂

Lick my nipples?

I would love to lick your nipples, Gail. And since I can only lick one at a time, I am going to let my hand wander over your other one.

Yes, that would work.

Lick it until it is hard and responsive, alternating between sucking it and licking it, and then roll it with my teeth, biting down enough for you to feel it.

Yesssss.

Pinch the other one at the same time so there is increased pressure.

Harder, harder!

Oh, I see. A little pain to heighten your pleasure.

Yes, please.

Shall I pull them? Cup your tits and pull on your nipples until they are stretched.

How did you know I like that?

Just a hunch

Are you naked?

No. Should I be?

Makes it easier for me to suck your cock if you are naked.

I thought you were horny?

I am one of those girls that gets off sucking dick.

I have never met one like that. Let me get naked.

I had to put the dildo back in. I feel so empty, but I am so wet it keep sliding out.

You need to brace it with something.

It does have a base.

Get on your knees. Suck my cock and ride your dong.

OK!

I am naked now.

About time. I am bouncing up and down as I look at your cock, run my hands along its length, gauge its firmness. Feel the way the head compresses under my finger before I take it in my mouth.

If I wasn’t hard before, I am now

I want to feel your balls in my hand. Weigh them, roll them as I suck you length into my throat. I want to bury my nose in the skin at the base of your cock.

Mmm

I want to choke on your length before I back off it enough to bounce it in and out of my wet lips. I want to lick it and suck on the head until you can’t take it anymore.

Getting close.

I want to make it quick. Make you cum fast and hard, down my throat so I can suck you back to stiffness and ram my dripping cunt.

Here it cums.

Yes, yes, more, more.

Nothing more to give.

There was another pause and I imagined that Gail was having another orgasm astride her big, fake dick. And I was right. I couple of minutes later, she sent me a picture of her face, her hair in disarray, a flush spreading down her through.

Hello Gail

I sent a similar picture back to her.

Hello Vic.

Better now?

Better, but still not sated. Thank you. Can I keep this number?

I don’t see why not. If for no other reason that you get horny again.

Oh, I am sure that will happen. Maybe next time, we can do it by video.

I admit that I am looking forward to her next message.

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Jumping up the ranks

I posted a quick, 1000 word story, called I Want You In My Mouth on Stories On Line over the weekend. Just a little something I wrote a few weeks ago in a fit of boredom. It was not high theatre or even dramatical, yet it seems to have found a following, for, at the end of the weekend, it is suddenly my seventh most read story, out of now twenty-two stories. It is an amazing feat for a story to jump that much in just a few days. By comparison, my story Tied, which I posted back in April has barely broken the bottom twenty and has been read less than half the number of times that Mouth has been read.

I have never understood what makes one story more popular over the other, yet, there we are.

And thanks for reading.

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Dinner with Rachel and Kathryn

I was standing in line at the convenience store, getting myself a bottle of soda when I noticed that it was “have a drink with…” season again. You know, that company with the red soda cans? They put random names on the cans and bottles? And it might be a friend of yours or someone you might never have met. I had two in my hand, and the names on them were Rachel and Katheryn, so I wondered what might happen if I had drinks with them. And that went from drinks to dinner, to dessert, to a story. A day later, I had another pair of bottles in my hands, and yes, another story idea. So here are the stories, based on nothing more than the names I pulled at random out of the refrigerator. So here I present the first of the Red Soda stories. Just a bit of fun and fluff.

Up first, Dinner with Rachel and Kathryn. This story is MFF with anal play. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks for reading.

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Riding on the Metro

I had watched her for a week. She would get on at L’Enfant and get off at Virginia Square. I would only see her in the morning. Usually, her short hair hung loosely around her face but today she had pinned it back, and it made her look attractive. More so than she normally did. Her green eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lights that made most of us look like we were underdone pieces of meat. She wore dresses, without exception. Today she wore a grey striped worsted wool dress and blazer. The dress was likely sleeveless and given today’s expected heat I thought it was a bit much, but maybe her office was cold. She carried a trendy black leather purse that was big enough for a small laptop or tablet. Usually, she was lost in the crowd only moments after she got on but today there were fewer people, and she sat down next to me. It being Friday, I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. I had my tablet shoved into a pocket of my vest, and the only thing mildly interesting about me was the pineapples on my sneakers. To be fair, the pineapples were wearing sunglasses.

“Nice shoes,” she said

“Thanks. I thought they would be fun today.”

“I could use some fun. But you know, work.”

“And pretty inflexible work too I would guess. Most shops have dumped formal attire, and only a few dinosaurs insist on something that dressy, regardless of how good it looks on you.”

“Tell you a secret,” she whispered and leaned closer so only I could hear her next words. “I may look stuffy and boring on the outside, but I am wild and racy underneath. And that is just my undies.”

I smiled at her, and she rubbed her legs together suggestively. The car was not the place for further investigation. But I had an idea.

“Are you going to be tied up all day?”

“No, but I would like to be,” she said putting her wrists together.

This caused her arms to compress her lovely tits together, and I was more than interested in where this might go.

“Well, when you have the time for a play date, let me know, and I will bring my toys, and we will see what we can get up to.”

I passed her my calling card, and she tucked it into a pocket in her jacket for later as we arrived at her station.

“I cannot wait to see what you get up to,” she said.

I watched her ass wiggle as she stepped off the train and we pulled out. I was pretty sure that she would get me up without any problems whatsoever. The problems with the Metro is the poor cell reception you get when you are in the tunnels, so I was not surprised to see nothing new on my phone until I reached my station and the street level outside of it. It had the usual collection of homeless bums and delinquents all looking for handouts, and I ignored them as I negotiated the urine stench from overnight and made my way to clean air and my building a short, but invigorating walk from the station. As I waited for the light to change, my phone chirped, and I pulled it out to see what was new.

The message read:

This is me, hoping I can encourage a rise from you as you have never experienced before. And just so you have something to help you on your way…

The accompanying picture was scrumptious. Lace barely covered tits of an impressive nature with puffed areola and prominent nipples. It was a lovely selfie, and I saved it away for later viewing.

I sent back:

That certainly has had a positive influence on what I can achieve. I hope your day is successful and you do not find yourself over-constrained or improperly bound.

I put my phone away and walked into my building to start my day.

About 11 o’clock my phone chirped again, and I flipped it over and read the message. It said:

I prefer silk to wool and air to lace. Would either of those help to get you up? Perhaps this will help sweeten the deal.

The picture was grey silk draped over what was likely her lovely naked body. She was lovely even with the sheet nearly covering every inch of her body. I decided that my day was done and sent back a message of my own.

Air is wonderful and so is lace, silk, and satin as well. There is almost no limit to what we can get up to or how many times with visions like this. Where would you like to meet?

I walked out of the office and started towards the Metro station. As I was about to descend, she replied:

I will meet you on my platform as soon as you can get there.

I hurried my steps and met the train. A few minutes later and I stepped off onto her platform. She was already there. She stepped into my arms, and we kissed with heat and passion, her arms around my neck, her body pressed tightly against me as she tried to gauge what we could get up to initially. It was a good amount, and we were just getting started. The next train arrived, and we stopped long enough to get on before we started again. The car was empty, and for three stations, all we did was kiss each other.

“That was a fantastic start,” she said breathlessly.

Her hand wandered aimlessly over my chest as she looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. She was lovely. We held hands as we rattled under the city and shared small, and not so small kisses until we stepped out onto the platform at L’Enfant.

“My place?” she asked, and I agreed.

We changed trains and rattled uptown a bit more before emerging into bright sunshine and row houses. She took me up a small set of stairs and into a brilliantly lit compact foyer. The door was barely closed before we were in each other’s arms again. She dropped her jacket on the floor, and I ran my hands over her bare arms, feeling her shiver. She moaned into my mouth and pulled me closer, her hips grinding against my engorged cock. I let my hands wander across her back and found the tab for the zipper. Slowly, gently, and all the way down to the bottom of the raceway. I retraced the route, my fingers on her bare skin. She broke the kiss, her mouth open, her eyes glassy. I slid the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor in a puddle. She mashed her lips against mine; her barely covered tits pressed hard against my chest.

Her hands reached and grabbed my shirt and all but yanked it over my head, her nails scratching my bare skin. I cupped her tits and ran my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned. I squeezed. She gasped. I pinched. She kissed me and worked the buttons on my jeans open. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock while I continued to pinch her nipples. She pushed me backward into the stairs, and I sat heavily, my hands bracing me. She dropped to her knees and yanked on my pants. She got them down enough to allow her to engulf my cock with her mouth. She gobbled it down, sucked and teased before her nose hit my stomach. I ran my hands through her hair as she sucked me and I soon showered her mouth with my cum. She sucked it all down before she kissed me again. I moved her, so she was on the stairs and slid between her legs.

“You are wicked,” I said.

I plunged my tongue between her bare lips, raking and pushing the pearls of her thong around as I did. She pulled her knees up and out, and I had full access to all of her. My tongue danced over her clit and poked her ass as she wiggled and moaned under my assault. She got wetter and wetter, a pool building on the wood step beneath her shapely ass as I licked her. The first orgasm was little more than twitching muscles and a sharp breath. The second one was a cry of desire and copious liquid. The third one drenched my face, and he hands held my hair by the roots as she slammed her pussy into my mouth before she pushed me back with her foot and collapsed.

I stood up and stepped out of my pants. She looked up at me, eyes glazed with lust and desire as she watched my cock jump to the beat of my heart. She turned around and showed me her ass, and I stepped forward and sheathed my cock in her pussy. I rammed it home and braced hard against the stair tread as I hammered her. I fingered her ass as she tried to crush my cock in her velvet folds. I pushed harder, and she started shaking uncontrollably. My finger slipped into her ass, and she flooded my cock. There was no friction as I continued to bang her. She orgasm moved her slightly, and the resistance increased enough. My orgasm built up, and soon I was unloading into her as she was bathing my cock in her juices. I continued to pump into her until I was too soft and fell out and slumped to the floor. She slid bonelessly into a resting position and moaned slightly as she reached for me. We pulled each other closer and kissed softly.

“That was worth leaving early for,” she said. “And I love what you get up to.”

I laughed and kissed her again.

Her tub was big enough to hold a swim meet, and the two of us lay back in the warm water and bubbles with a glass of wine. I massaged her feet as I looked at her. Under the water, her toes were playing with my mostly placid cock.

“So what do I call you?” I asked.

She was moaning as I worked across the arch of her foot.

“Anything you want,” she said with a sigh, just don’t stop.

“Hm, an interesting decision. Think of all the possible names I could come up with. All the wordplay I could do.”

I continued to massage her foot, and she continued to tease my cock which was more up than down. I took a sip of my wine and rolled it around in my mouth before I bent forward and sucked on one of her toes.

“Oh, fuck, that tickles,” she said.

I did it again, and she signed. I sucked each one of her toes, and she had sunk down beneath the water until only her head, and the foot in my hand was visible. She panted through her open mouth as I continued to tease her toes. I returned to rubbing her foot, and she crossed the distance between us and kissed me. I held her slippery body against me as we did this. I slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and played with her opening. She almost climbed inside me as she mashed her body against mine. I slowly fingered her ass, and she started to pant and moan. I pinched a nipple, and she cried out and tried to crush my finger.

“Wow, that’s a first,” she panted.

“Stop?”

“Don’t you dare!”

I played with her ass a bit more, and she tried to bite and suck my chest between her orgasms. After her fourth, she pulled my hand away and collapsed against me.

“I am going to need food and water if we keep this up,” she said

I poured a handful of bath water over her head, and she swatted my chest. I kissed her.

“And what do you want to eat?” I asked.

She licked her lips and a hand wrapped around my cock.

“I thought you wanted food?” I mocked.

“I will put mustard on it,” she said.

“No calories in mustard.”

She kissed me again and then stood up, the water and soap ran off her and into the tub.

“Sexy, but also low in calories at the moment.”

She drained her wine, picked up my glass and tossed it off too before she stepped out of the tub. I stood up and stepped out behind her. I caught the towel she threw at me and dried myself off and enjoyed the view as she dried off her leg. I wrapped the towel around my waist and pulled the plug out. The water began its way down the drain, and she dried her short hair.

“In or out?” she asked over her shoulder.

“I thought we were doing both.”

“Just for that, you are taking me to dinner.”

“I only have jeans.”

“It’s a little place around the corner. We can eat on the patio.”

We walked into her bedroom. I sat down in a chair and watched her move to her drawers. She pulled out a bra and what I assumed were panties, but I could not see clearly. I watched as she slowly pulled the panties on and positioned them. Her lips poked out of the missing crotch, the lace barely there. The bra was not much more, but she somehow looked sexier than she did naked. She walked back into the bathroom and through to the closet. I quickly pulled my shirt and pants on and sat back to wait. She came out a few minutes later, her jeans skin tight and her t-shirt was doing nothing to mask her curves. She had on low heels and a smile.

“Shall we go?” she asked.

“I will follow you.”

We walked around the corner and down a couple of more streets. There were several restaurants, and she turned into the third one. The smell of garlic was evident in the air and music was Italian. The many pizzas on the tables outside were the last clue that this might be the sort of restaurant I could eat at. She batted her eyes at the hostess, who did not seem to be immune to her charms and we were quickly seated far enough from the door for privacy but close enough for our food not to get cold from the commute. I held her chair for her before I moved to take my seat. The special was chicken and fish, and the wine list looked a bit skimpy, but I would adjust. Our server was mousy and needed to learn the finer art of speaking up while taking care of people on a busy street. I ordered prosecco, an appetizer and was not surprised when they brought out the wrong glasses, which I sent back for proper flutes. That brought the manager out.

“This is what you serve prosecco in,” he insisted.

“Would you serve champagne in a bowl? I realize they used to, but they were much smaller coupes.”

He looked at me again, pondered what I had said and went back into the restaurant. Another server appeared a few minutes later with the right glasses, an ice bucket and poured the wine after opening it properly.

“You are heartless.”

“I am focused. You would not be surprised by how many people are clueless about what the right glass is for what. I am OK with red wine in a white wine glass, but sparkling wine needs to be in a flute. Here is our appetizer. Let’s forget it and eat.”

And eat we did. The antipasti was delicious, and the pasta and meat courses were to die for. I had gelato for dessert, and we both had a cappuccino to finish off the evening. The sun had long since set, and the lights of the passing cars and the streetlights added a pleasant glow to the evening.

“Got anything left?” she asked with a smirk.

“Left for what?” I asked as I paid the bill.

“Left to fuck me with,” she said in a harsh whisper.

“I have plenty left for that.”

“Good.”

She took my hand, and we walked the short distance back to her place, letting dinner settle and enjoying each other’s company and the warm summer evening. When the door closed, she pulled me into her arms, and we kissed passionately. I squeezed her ass through her jeans. She pulled me tight against her body, and we ground against each other in the foyer until we had to come up for air. Again, she took my hand, and this time, she led me to the bedroom. It took no time for us to strip each other naked and find my cock buried in her cunt, her legs pulled back as I fucked her as she asked. Her hands alternated between her pussy and her nipples as she drove herself to orgasm against my cock, once, twice, three times. As her third orgasm closed her pussy over my cock, my balls contracted and my cock swelled as I poured myself into her one more time. She cried out and scratched my back before she collapsed. I rolled over onto one side and ran my fingers along her body.

“No more,” she panted as I played with her clit.

I kissed her nipple, then kissed her as she lay panting against me.

“Let’s sleep and tomorrow, you can tie me to the banister and have your way with me.”

I liked that idea and pulled her close against me. We snuggled under the sheet and were both quickly asleep.

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Dream a Little Dream

It had been a while since I last had a dream I remembered. It had been considerably longer since I had had a vivid erotic dream that almost pushed me over the edge. Worse, I was not in bed when I had the dream but on the train and surrounded by people. At least I did not moan out loud. At least I do not think I did.

Despite having my head resting against a pane of glass, I was back in my bed, and I was not alone. It was a wonderfully warm feeling knowing you were sleeping next to me, but like most dreams, things were more fluid than in real life and while you may have started out by sleeping next to me, you were braced and secured against the footboard (an antique brass thing with lots of rods, that I do not own), your pussy over my mouth and my tongue teasing your clit and lips. While you could have moved off of me with ease, if you could have got free of my hands holding your hips or occasionally pinching your nipples, your chose to stay where you were, and me eat you, which was quite fun.

I am going to assume you had an orgasm because I was behind you, sliding my hard cock deep inside of you and feeling you clutch and draw it deeper into you. You panted and pushed and moaned and the harder I drilled you the louder you became.

Sadly a bump woke me. I was hard; I had oozed a fair amount, and, as I said, I was surrounded by a number of people, so I could do very little other than shift in my seat and try to relieve the pressure. And try not to think about you tied up to ancient brass bed.

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To Post Or Not To Post

As the Bard once pondered To post, or not to post, that is the question and it is a question foremost in my mind. I have completed another book-length story, making it my second this year, but given the poor feedback I have received of late to the contents of my stories, I am honestly not sure that I want to waste the time editing them for release. My latest story Come Get Me got so many 1 votes that I deleted it. It is only the second story that I have pulled from SOL. What I find odd, though, is that it also got a number of 8,9, and 10 votes. So I am left truly scratching my head as to what was wrong. One comment that I did receive was upset (extremely I should point out) that I did not include ass play in my tags. Yes, there was a pegging scene, but I have read numerous stories on SOL that are Ma/Fa where the guy fucks the girl’s ass and there is no tag calling out ass play. Is this some sort of double standard then? Or are there some that are afraid of the various levels of sex that can occur between consenting adults?

Perhaps it the assumptions some make based on the tags. If I find a story tagged Ma/Ma/Fa, I do not assume that the men are not going to touch each other, regardless of a lack of any other tag. That is just the nature of a threesome. It is pretty much assumed that if there is a Fa/Fa/Ma tag, then girls are going to play with each other, so why not make the same assumption with the Ma/Ma/Fa tags? Do I have to specifically include the Gay or BiSexual tags? Clearly, I have to, because others do not seem to make the same assumptions. Does pegging qualify as FemDom? Clearly again, some think so, even if the two involved do not consider it that way. At some point, the tagging becomes more complicated than the editing, and begin to detract from the story, as some then assume additional action implied that may or may not be in the story.

So the question still remains, and I am not sure I am any closer to the answer. Maybe I will just go and write another story and forget about posting.

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Updated the Stories

It has been a busy couple of months. I have changed jobs, had pains in my body that have prevented me from typing and other issues that have just made it tough to do any story word. But that does not mean I have not been writing because I have been writing. I have even posted a few updates to StoriesOnLine. But for those that would like to be current, and if you do not mind the occasional grammar or spelling mistake, you can read some of my rough drafts at this location. I update it as I get around to it, but you might enjoy them.

Thanks for reading.

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Come Get Me

I have started writing a new story. Just a little harmless fun.

Saturday was a day to sleep in and relax. I came home late on Friday after dinner with friends in DC, yet here I was, a little after 7:30 and not only was I awake, but I had started a load of laundry and I was on my second cup of coffee. I had just pulled out my laptop when my phone rang. 

“Yeah?” I said, a bit of grouch in my voice. 

It was election season and the spammers and scammers were in high gear, so regardless of what the number claimed, I did not believe it. Read more =>

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Swinging Hard follow up

If you have not had a chance to read Swinging Hard I encourage you to do so. Several have and it is rapidly moving up the list of reads on Stories On-Line. At last look it was my sixth most read story, and that is saying something.

I am working on a follow up to it about the softer side of threesomes, where our hero gets to try two women. It is a work in progress right now.

Thanks for reading.

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