He sent her a message and she read his profile before responding back to it. Hmmm, he sounds mature. I’ll try it. She messaged him back. He replied the next day and after a few good messages, he asked to meet her. Due to liking how his profile read, and how he sounded in his messages she agreed. Continue reading Privacy is What You Make It
The hand that held Robert’s head pushed downward. He removed his finger from Karen’s moistness. “No,” she said breathlessly, “don’t stop.” He reinserted his finger, more forcefully to match her movements, then another finger. Continue reading Foreplay is the Best Play: The Gentleman’s Turn – Part 2 of 3
(quote by Deondriea; article below written by Dion Lorah)
We could have been born into the same family, friends closer than some family members, childhood acquaintances, neighbors, co-workers, have had casual sex, dated long-term, or even been married.
Karen felt an electrical charge as Robert’s hand slightly grazed across her breast before his thumb and forefinger surrounded her nipple. The gesture of touching, though barely touching, hardened her nipple as her eyes closed relishing the feelings. Continue reading Foreplay is the Best Play: Lady Is First – Part 1 of 3
Casey audibly sighed as she held his head down and lifted herself to him. Her pussy pulsated around his fingers. Her clit throbbed inside his mouth as her juices flowed freely down his chin. As her contractions subsided he raised her thighs and lapped up her overflow from her ass up to her clit. She reached for him and guided his head up to her. George’s shaft effortlessly found its way home. Her moistness eliminated any possible friction, though her walls had tightened from her orgasm. Continue reading A Waking Dream: Part 3 of 3
I’ve heard it said over and over that it’s hard finding a good woman or a good man. For the sake of this article, I’ll use the term “good partner” to cover both males and females. Continue reading Finding a Good Partner
Read Part 1 “Here”
George began kissing up Casey’s thigh as he traced an invisible line up her other leg. He looked up and saw her hand move across her neck and onto her breast, the other hand in her hair, eyes still closed, lips parted. Her legs opened as her head tilted back on the pillow. George made slow progress kissing and licking up her body, taking turns, not wanting to miss any spots. He felt her heat emanating from within her as his mouth found her inner thigh. He rested a hand on her love box, loving the feel of her smooth shaved skin. Casey slid her hand down beneath George’s and massaged herself. Continue reading A Waking Dream: Part 2 of 3
Social media, as we know, is like fire – it can be a friend or a foe. It can help, hurt or aggravate us. I’d been off FB for years and upon signing back up, guys from my past found and friended me. I call them “throwbacks,” and not in a good way. Things are in the past for a reason.
George knew Casey had a migraine earlier in the evening. She had mentioned it during dinner and afterwards took a med for it, showered, and went to bed. George had insisted she rest, saying he’d clean up the dinner dishes and the kitchen. He settled in on the sofa after cleaning and began flicking through the TV channels. He mused at how the more channels available the less of interest there was for him to actually watch something. He happened upon HBO’s Sex On show. The episode that featured an elite private social club in Los Angeles. A woman likened it to the movie Eyes Wide Shut. A couple spoke about the application process and once approved they attended the events as foreplay. George knew Casey loved foreplay. He placed a hand on himself to still the growth in his pants. Continue reading A Waking Dream: Part 1 of 3
Breaking up is just that – disconnecting the link between you and the other individual. Modern technology caused cutting the proverbial cord more difficult. Continue reading Move On or Get Your Feelings Hurt
