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COCKTEASE PART I
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2025-08-04 00:03:44The other night, my wife came home and announced, “I want to try something.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, handing her a martini—extra dry with barely any vermouth and a twist of lemon, just the way she likes it. I was already excited, though I took care not to show it. I could tell by her cool voice and appraising air that the “something” would be rather special. Joan can be very creative when the mood strikes her.
Some might say that her creativity verges on sadism, but I say all the better.
“Remember that little incident the other night?” Joan asked with a smile.
That smile, let me tell you, can take your breath away. But my girl is breathtaking in general. I’m a sucker for dark hair, and Joan’s is long, straight and midnight black. She’s been told multiple times that she could easily be a model, what with her high cheekbones and tall, leggy build.
No woman turns me on m
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MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales COCKTEASE PART II
I knew what she was doing. She was tempting me to relax and give up before the game even started. Deep down, she wanted me to win, of course. At the same time, my winning meant that she had to lose. It was a conundrum for her. I shut my eyes, marshalling my inner resources as best as I could.As the minutes crawled by, Joan treated me to the most devious delights she could devise. She slid her long-nailed fingers under my ball sac, forcing my ass to rise up off my seat. She juggled my nads on the tips of her fingers, a delicious feeling that I knew could easily turn into a sickening bolt of pain. She blew on my dickhead, a sensation so delicate I could barely stand it. If I let it get to me, I knew all hope was gone. The regular diddling of her fingers on my scrotum and that whispery kiss of breath on my crown could easily make me come.If I had just jacked off in the men’s room at work that morning, it would have been so much easier to hold my load then.
MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales COCKTEASE PART I
The other night, my wife came home and announced, “I want to try something.”“And what’s that?” I asked, handing her a martini—extra dry with barely any vermouth and a twist of lemon, just the way she likes it. I was already excited, though I took care not to show it. I could tell by her cool voice and appraising air that the “something” would be rather special. Joan can be very creative when the mood strikes her.Some might say that her creativity verges on sadism, but I say all the better.“Remember that little incident the other night?” Joan asked with a smile.That smile, let me tell you, can take your breath away. But my girl is breathtaking in general. I’m a sucker for dark hair, and Joan’s is long, straight and midnight black. She’s been told multiple times that she could easily be a model, what with her high cheekbones and tall, leggy build.No woman turns me on m
MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales FICTION TURN REALITY
FICTION TURN REALITYThere was this fiction show I was obsessed with. I make no apologies. Yes, I’m a grown man, with a decent job, but how I choose to spend my free time is up to me. Anyone who watched the same show probably felt much the same way. It’s not a series that attracts casual viewers.This show had a particularly intriguing character, a half-human, half-alien woman. Frankly, she was a big part of the reason I watched. I was obsessed with her.The actress playing her was drop-dead sexy. Any straight man with a pulse would agree.But the geeky fanboy in me was doubly excited by her when she was done up in her makeup and latex body skin for her role. As she went off gallivanting through the stars on her spaceship with her crew of fellow rogues, I would fantasize shamelessly about fucking her.Ridiculous? Maybe. So what.Responsible adults go to football games with their faces painted in their teams’ colors and scream into TV cameras. The starlet on my favorite show was like s
MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales FUCKFEST PART II
Her brazen words really turned me on.“Just a sec.” I kissed Layla on the mouth. “Honey, mind if I leave you to your own devices for a bit?”“Go for it, Pete,” said my girl. “There are plenty of good ‘devices’ to keep me busy right now.”I lay back and threw my legs over my head, so Yvonne would have easy access to my hole. Immediately, she was flicking her tongue against my exposed rosebud while I groaned in appreciation. I hadn’t always enjoyed having my salad tossed, but Yvonne had a unique technique that tickled my fancy as well as my fanny.Meanwhile, right beside us, Big Al was on his belly, his mouth devouring Layla’s beautiful pussy. I glanced at the action on the other mattress, but all I could see was a tangle of writhing limbs.What followed in the next half hour or so was a kaleidoscope of carnality.At some point the two mattresses got pushed together, so that all eight of us were playing on the same surface. Then I was on my knees, my hard dick enjoying the mouth and thr
MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales FUCKFEST PART I
Reading the invitational email for the umpteenth time, I asked Layla: “Do we really want to go to this thing?”My significant other—and partner in crime—shrugged and replied, “I just don’t know. Maybe. You getting the butterflies, too?”“Yeah. It’s tempting. But I dunno either,” I admitted.The “thing” was a long weekend of sexual indulgence in California, quite remote from our home in the Great Midwest. Layla and I have been in the lifestyle for a few years now. But with every playdate, it seemed we wound up reinventing the wheel.Apparently, new experiences bring new dilemmas.We’d been approached for this four day event by Joseph and Karla, the couple we’ve been most involved with in our swinging career. They were planning a meetup with Al and Yvonne, and they’d extended the invitation to us as well. Yet another couple was also already onboard: Jack and Brittany.It sounded like one big, amazing pleasure party, but there were a lot of unknowns. We knew squat about anyone involved,
MIDNIGHT DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Tales LESBIAN RETREAT PART II
It was a simple question, but also not a simple one. I understood the implication. I had never done anything sexual with another woman, something that had always secretly nagged at me a little. It made me feel like I lacked a sense of adventure. But the right situation had never come up.I wondered if I’d finally stumbled into the right situation. I realized I was overthinking everything. I made a decisive move and undid my robe, letting it fall away. Then I peeled off my sleep shirt to reveal my nakedness. The first brush of the ocean air delivered an invigorating jolt.Talia’s eyes studied me shamelessly.I wondered if anyone else in our party was into girls. I wondered if Sara was and if our weekend getaway was not just a singles retreat—but a lesbian singles retreat.But by then I didn’t care. Talia came right up to me and took me in her arms. Her body was cool and wet, and I pressed myself against her with a sigh. Our mouths found each other, and instinct guided me again.Lips pa
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