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05 Eylül 2023, 22:59
What a great Saturday! He sat back in his chair and gazed at his computer monitor. With only two weeks to go before Christmas, he probably should be out shopping, so he could avoid the last minute mall rush, but it was his only day off since moving to Miami, and all he wanted to do was chill out, chat with some friends online, and maybe make some chicken and ribs.
He stood up and stretched, and his gaze rested upon his CD collection -- maybe some music to go with the day. What should he listen to? Christmas tunes? Some vintage Stones? Or something harder?
Harder huh? Just thinking that word made him hard. He groaned -- not again. It seemed like since moving to Miami he had been in a constant state of horniness. Being a recent transplant from Boston, he really didn't know anyone with whom he could have a discreet fling, just to get his rocks off. He gingerly touched his cock -- and winced. He'd been beating the meat so often, he was worried it might actually fall off. He glanced at his computer, wondering, hoping, that maybe SHE would be online.
SHE was actually Angel, a woman he'd met online. She was feisty, she was sweet, she was strong, and she was very fond of cyber sex. He smiled at the memory of the last time he'd helped her get off online. And groaned once again as his cock twitched. What the hell -- The Stones it would have to be. He put the CD's in the player and hit random. Wandering back over to his computer, he logged into his account, and checked, and was disappointed not to see her there. She was hardly ever on her Yahoo chat. But he could always count on her for an email. He sat down to type one out to her, just to see how she was...and maybe to arrange a little web cam time.
His erection stabbed into his stomach as he leaned forward. He glanced down at it -- what the hell was he supposed to do? Jerking off held no more appeal for him anymore -- he'd visited that well too often. But what were his other options?
Cold shower. That was the only thing that could possibly help him. Maybe pictures of Betty White naked.....nope, cold shower it would have to be. He stripped down to his birthday suit, and turned on the shower. Just as he was about to step in, the door chimes sounded. He gazed up at the sky -- figures.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed downstairs to answer it. He glanced through the window. It was a woman, but her back was to him. His gaze traveled over her, from the top of her flaming red hair, down her ample -- but luscious -- hips and ass, and then down to a pair of legs that would stop traffic. Encased in retro-style heels with ankle straps, his mouth watered at the sight of her. But who was she?
He cracked open the door. "Hello?" his voice was huskier than usual. The vision in front of him turned around and smiled.
"Hey Jax."
Like a divine apparition, his Angel, somehow, was in Miami. His jaw almost hit the floor. She gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes, and her bright red lips curved up in a seductive smile. "Aren't you going to invite a girl in?"
Still dumbfounded, he stepped aside to allow her to pass, and as she did, she ran her palm over his cheek. She took it upon herself to start upstairs, and he followed, locking the door, and locking his gaze on her swinging hips. He wanted to ask her what she was doing there; he wanted to ask her a million things. But all he could do was follow her up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she gazed at her surroundings, and nodded. "Nice." Removing her coat, she tossed it on his computer chair, over top of her bag, and stood there, slowly running her hot gaze all over him. She gestured with a toss of her head to the bathroom. "Did I interrupt something?"
He remembered the shower, and hastily went to turn it off. "No, no. I was just, well; I needed something to cool me off." He paused a second to take in all of her. She was dressed in a forties inspired dress, black with little capped sleeves and red trim on the V that led down to her delicious cleavage. The dress ended just below her knees, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. Her make up was impeccable -- smokey eyes, full red lips that were made for sucking cock, and a come hither stare that made him shiver.
She was slowly moving towards him. "Oh? And why is that?" She reached him in a matter of steps, and lightly ran a nail down the front of his chest. Her sudden appearance still had him poleaxed, and he wasn't sure what to do. Then, his brain said to hell with it. His arms moved to encircle her. "Cuz Angel, I was thinking of you." With that, he captured her mouth with his and thrust his hips against her. This was their first actual physical contact and he wanted to make sure she remembered it. His left hand entangled in her hair, and his right held her tight to him around her waist. His tongue darted around in her mouth, and he almost came right there. She tasted like cherry and toothpaste. She smelled of fire and ice, of lust and wanting.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling his head in closer. She began making little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. She had Mersin Escort (http://www.mersinsatranc.com/) to be insane, she thought to herself. She had a husband back home -- she hadn't even told him she was coming to Miami! She'd made up some excuse about going up north for the weekend, and instead had headed down south -- out of the country even! But oh boy -- was this worth it. She'd waited months to kiss him like this, waited to feel his arms around her. But what she was really waiting for ... she put her hand on the front of his towel, feeling his hardness through it. Her fingers traveled from the bottom of his shaft, up, up to the head, and she gasped at the length.
He pulled back long enough to chuckle. "It's bigger than it looks on camera huh?" She nodded, licking her lips. She backed away from him slowly, reluctantly, and turned to her bag. He watched in appreciation as she bent over to retrieve something. She straightened up, and turned around. What was in her hands almost made him cum right there on the spot. She was carrying a pair of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, body oil, and a CD.
"I figured, if I was going to come this far, I might as well make it worth my while." She held them out. "As much as I love Mick
He stood up and stretched, and his gaze rested upon his CD collection -- maybe some music to go with the day. What should he listen to? Christmas tunes? Some vintage Stones? Or something harder?
Harder huh? Just thinking that word made him hard. He groaned -- not again. It seemed like since moving to Miami he had been in a constant state of horniness. Being a recent transplant from Boston, he really didn't know anyone with whom he could have a discreet fling, just to get his rocks off. He gingerly touched his cock -- and winced. He'd been beating the meat so often, he was worried it might actually fall off. He glanced at his computer, wondering, hoping, that maybe SHE would be online.
SHE was actually Angel, a woman he'd met online. She was feisty, she was sweet, she was strong, and she was very fond of cyber sex. He smiled at the memory of the last time he'd helped her get off online. And groaned once again as his cock twitched. What the hell -- The Stones it would have to be. He put the CD's in the player and hit random. Wandering back over to his computer, he logged into his account, and checked, and was disappointed not to see her there. She was hardly ever on her Yahoo chat. But he could always count on her for an email. He sat down to type one out to her, just to see how she was...and maybe to arrange a little web cam time.
His erection stabbed into his stomach as he leaned forward. He glanced down at it -- what the hell was he supposed to do? Jerking off held no more appeal for him anymore -- he'd visited that well too often. But what were his other options?
Cold shower. That was the only thing that could possibly help him. Maybe pictures of Betty White naked.....nope, cold shower it would have to be. He stripped down to his birthday suit, and turned on the shower. Just as he was about to step in, the door chimes sounded. He gazed up at the sky -- figures.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed downstairs to answer it. He glanced through the window. It was a woman, but her back was to him. His gaze traveled over her, from the top of her flaming red hair, down her ample -- but luscious -- hips and ass, and then down to a pair of legs that would stop traffic. Encased in retro-style heels with ankle straps, his mouth watered at the sight of her. But who was she?
He cracked open the door. "Hello?" his voice was huskier than usual. The vision in front of him turned around and smiled.
"Hey Jax."
Like a divine apparition, his Angel, somehow, was in Miami. His jaw almost hit the floor. She gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes, and her bright red lips curved up in a seductive smile. "Aren't you going to invite a girl in?"
Still dumbfounded, he stepped aside to allow her to pass, and as she did, she ran her palm over his cheek. She took it upon herself to start upstairs, and he followed, locking the door, and locking his gaze on her swinging hips. He wanted to ask her what she was doing there; he wanted to ask her a million things. But all he could do was follow her up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she gazed at her surroundings, and nodded. "Nice." Removing her coat, she tossed it on his computer chair, over top of her bag, and stood there, slowly running her hot gaze all over him. She gestured with a toss of her head to the bathroom. "Did I interrupt something?"
He remembered the shower, and hastily went to turn it off. "No, no. I was just, well; I needed something to cool me off." He paused a second to take in all of her. She was dressed in a forties inspired dress, black with little capped sleeves and red trim on the V that led down to her delicious cleavage. The dress ended just below her knees, and she was wearing fishnet stockings. Her make up was impeccable -- smokey eyes, full red lips that were made for sucking cock, and a come hither stare that made him shiver.
She was slowly moving towards him. "Oh? And why is that?" She reached him in a matter of steps, and lightly ran a nail down the front of his chest. Her sudden appearance still had him poleaxed, and he wasn't sure what to do. Then, his brain said to hell with it. His arms moved to encircle her. "Cuz Angel, I was thinking of you." With that, he captured her mouth with his and thrust his hips against her. This was their first actual physical contact and he wanted to make sure she remembered it. His left hand entangled in her hair, and his right held her tight to him around her waist. His tongue darted around in her mouth, and he almost came right there. She tasted like cherry and toothpaste. She smelled of fire and ice, of lust and wanting.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling his head in closer. She began making little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat that drove him crazy. She had Mersin Escort (http://www.mersinsatranc.com/) to be insane, she thought to herself. She had a husband back home -- she hadn't even told him she was coming to Miami! She'd made up some excuse about going up north for the weekend, and instead had headed down south -- out of the country even! But oh boy -- was this worth it. She'd waited months to kiss him like this, waited to feel his arms around her. But what she was really waiting for ... she put her hand on the front of his towel, feeling his hardness through it. Her fingers traveled from the bottom of his shaft, up, up to the head, and she gasped at the length.
He pulled back long enough to chuckle. "It's bigger than it looks on camera huh?" She nodded, licking her lips. She backed away from him slowly, reluctantly, and turned to her bag. He watched in appreciation as she bent over to retrieve something. She straightened up, and turned around. What was in her hands almost made him cum right there on the spot. She was carrying a pair of handcuffs, a whip, a blindfold, body oil, and a CD.
"I figured, if I was going to come this far, I might as well make it worth my while." She held them out. "As much as I love Mick