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When I drove my car towards France… I wasn’t in an especially good mood.
Ok… being sent by my boss to a meeting in France wasn’t so bad… but this
would be a long week. I just met Karen… and whoa… this girl was really a
hot one! I knew I would miss her. This week would be long and boring…
So here I was… sitting in my car and driving south… thinking about how much
I would miss her… specially our hot adventures in bed. Hmmm… she had such a
talented tongue…

You know… when it comes to sex… I have only two problems. Well… three to be
honest. First one were my nipples. I have nice dark aureoles… about two
inches diameter. They really look nice. And in the middle of them are the
nipples. Dark. Little knots of about half an inch length. When they are not
aroused. When they are… they grow almost to the double length and are very
hard. And when I don’t wear a thick sweatshirt… they are in that state
clearly visible through almost every fabric. Continue reading →

He stepped into the shower and imagined her to be doing the same. How many times have they both woken up horny, only to have to hurry up and run off to work…

The hot water of the shower slowly begins to wake him up as he lets it cascade down his body. The warmth of the water, relaxes him and he begins to wash his hair, taking the shampoo in his hands he pours out a small amount and lathers up his head.

As he continues his morning ritual, he thinks back to the dream he was having, watching this beautiful woman masturbate for him. She was stunning in every aspect; of course he was dreaming, so why wouldn’t she be. And as he grabs the soap and begins to lather up his hands, his thoughts cause his cock to stiffen. He washes his arms as his erection grows and he moves from his arms to his chest, taking time to rub his nipples as they too have become aroused. Moving down his stomach, the soap bubbles build around his erection. He washes his sack slowly, feeling it tighten with his arousal. Slowly, stroking his cock, he moves his hands to his thighs and washes his legs and ass. Closing his eyes he can see her as she, too, begins her day… Continue reading →

I hung my silk robe up on the back of the bathroom door. I lit the candles on the counter and the side of the tub and turned on the CD player on the shelf. Soft meditation music filled the room. I turned on the hot water in the shower and the smell of vanilla filled the small dimly lit room.

I turned on the showerhead and stepped in. The hot water cascaded off my shoulders and down my chest and back. I could feel the stress pour out of my body as the delightful water worked it’s magic. I ran my head under the water so that I could wash my hair. The citrus shampoo smelled so good as I lathered up my long red hair. A rinse and some conditioner later, I was starting to really enjoy my shower. Continue reading →