The Kilted Waltz
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Publié :18/8/2021 23h13
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 12h53 3650 vues
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Her eyes never left him as he walked to the bar
Something about a kilted man
Excited her since her teen years
And she found herself
Wondering?
On the dance floor they embraced
And swayed to the music
Her thigh pressed tight against him
Their bodies close
Wondering?
As she pressed her thigh tighter
Was that really him?
Having never danced with
A kilted man
Wondering?
His eyes were wide and afire
As her thigh massaged him
He clutched her tightly as his
Body stiffened, her mind
Wondering?
The dance continued in the background
As they waltzed to the balcony
Her hand slipping beneath the pleats
As she kissed his mouth hard
Wondering?
Such access and ease
Surprised her as her hand encircled him
And he took her against the railing
And at last there was no more
Wondering.....
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I Think It Is Time
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Publié :21/7/2021 23h40
Dernière mise à jour :30/1/2022 18h24 4249 vues
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I should go ... but leaving is difficult ... I have met so many wonderful people virtually ... and made some good friends in the short time we spend here ... to call it an escape doesn't do justice to the interactions and shared intimacy ... perhaps I won't leave as much as I will be here less often .. I do wish everyone well, and hopefully we can connect again down the road ... leave me a note, or a message to let me know you are ok ... I will look in, I promise
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It's Late
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Publié :7/11/2020 12h02
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 12h55 5969 vues
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It is late... I'm lying in bed...sheets tugged aside... my manhood erect... throbbing....my mind is racing, thinking about.... past conversations....interactions....stolen moments....should I touch it.... I am asking you .... for permission.... tell me... please?
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Highway Bus
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Publié :24/9/2020 23h38
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 12h56 6457 vues
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The lurch of the highway coach shook him from his deep sleep, and for a few seconds he was unsure of where he was or what he was doing. In the pale blue glow of the night lights that ran the length of the bus, just above the windows, he could just make out the nodding and bobbing heads of the other passengers. It was obviously late, and gazing down the aisle he could see the headlights stabbing out into the inky darkness that was the highway. Holiday travel again, sleepless nights and destinations yet to reach. Still gathering his thoughts, he turned his head slightly towards the shapely woman seated beside him. She had boarded at the last stop, maybe an hour ago, and catching his eye as she approached down the long aisle, she smiled broadly and had asked him if the inside seat was taken. Freely rising to allow her in, he caught a fleeting scent of her perfume as she moved closely by him, expensive and hinting of south sea tropical fruits and sandalwood. She was a far cry from the people usually found in the mass exodus cross country that is the holidays. Someone alluring, evocative, with a smile that could melt a man. Gazing down at her, as she slept beside him, he smiled. Her head was resting solidly against his shoulder, obviously she had tried the window and the headrest to help support her dozing head, and instinctively, her body had responded by finding the closest body to curl against. Not that he was complaining, she felt good there, a friend in the middle of a long night that somehow made the trip more bearable. It was good to have company, even if they had spoken very few words before the bus lurched out of the truckstop and back into the night. Her perfume enticed him again, and his mind wandered, unable to sleep, wondering who the woman beside him was and where she was going. The bus made another lurch, and in the dim light he could just make out the soft and sensual curve of her bosom, her leather jacket open and her white silk shirt glowing baby blue. He knew it wasn't proper to stare, but somehow he couldn't take his eyes away. She was the vision that he only allowed himself to dream about, professional, well groomed, sensual but not trashy, and a smile that made him shiver from excitement. These thoughts lingered, and stayed with him as he felt the warmth of her body against his arm. It felt good and it felt so right. His thoughts lingered and worked on him, and gradually, he began to stir with desire. Living alone had been difficult, and the opportunities to meet others was hard with the working hours he kept. He glanced down the aisle again, out into the darkness, trying to bring his mind back to something less pleasurable. Suddenly, the bus lurched to the left and he felt her press hard against his shoulder, felt her instinctively stiffen in panick, her hand reaching out to steady her fall...and landing on his upper thigh. Landing close, so very close, to him. He bit his lip, trying not to stir or awaken her. Her breast cradled in the natural crook of his arm, and in his imagination he thought he could feel her heartbeats through the silk shirt. His head was swimming with so many thoughts, thoughts he shouldn't allow himself to think in this situation. And suddenly, he felt himself swell and stiffen. In his mind he was screaming at himself to stop, but it was useless. The closeness of her body, the scent of her perfume and the long nights alone got to him. And beneath the pleated front of his dress trousers, his manhood was responding and inching slowly closer to her resting hand. He tried in vain to halt what was happening to him, when suddenly he felt her fingertip tap the very tip of his still stiffening cock. Her body shifted against his arm, she half turned into him, pressing closer, her movements telling him she was no longer in a deep slumber. She nuzzled in close in the darkness, her fingertips splaying out over his swelling manhood, and slowly she turned her face up towards his. His face was flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal, the blue light of the coach hiding the anguish on his face. Gazing down to her smile, he startled as she half-whispered...."You too?"
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When a Woman Leaves
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Publié :18/9/2020 12h19
Dernière mise à jour :18/8/2021 12h48 6216 vues
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Recent experiences on-line have left me wondering when a woman suddenly leaves an intimate conversation ..after confessing having had an orgasm..and suddenly vanishes...what happened ?... sometimes it is just nice hold each other, even if we only do it virtually .... share some intimate thoughts as we both come down.... enjoy the afterglow together.... or was it all fake ? surely no-one is that cruel ... perhaps I overthink things, and she just needed time to compose herself .... but I am starting to now understand the confusion men cause when they depart suddenly ... life is a learning experience 
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To Go Further
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Publié :5/8/2020 23h57
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 12h58 6196 vues
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I wanted to go further...
I wanted more...
Perhaps I went too far...
It seems she has gone...
And my cravings remain...
Will she return..
I want more...
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Fantasies
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Publié :24/4/2020 12h30
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 12h57 7639 vues
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..the evening had dragged on and he found himself accomplishing very
little...shoving the work aside...he reached for the mouse and with a few
clicks, he was on-line and on the web...the light from the monitor
filled the room with a dim blue glow, as the pages flashed and scrolled
before him...he was alone again, and a familiar ache once again rose in
his being...she was nowhere on-line, it always seemed that way, their
timing never great or convenient...all the familiar haunts were empty,
and in a solitary mood he descended to the realm of adult
fantasy...images crossed the screen, his eyes searching for the one that made him think of her..the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the wry smile
she made when she approached him, the seductive look she gave him as he
watched her move...the aching intensified as his mind drifted, spurred
on by the erotic images that flashed before his gaze...he stirred, and
his free hand gently sought the hardness that was building...gasping at
how sensitive he was, and how wonderful it felt...imagining..for a
second..it was her fingertips that caressed him, that brought him to such
fullness....gasping again...as an image captured his gaze...long silky
legs and a fiery red thong, barely concealing the firm buttocks of the
woman bent over in front of him...her sidewards gaze, intent and
inviting....her full breasts cupped in her fingertips, her mouth pouted and
lips glistening...it was her...as he had imagined...his fingertip glided
over and around in small circles, involuntarily making him raise his
hips...and with a gentle hussshhhhh...his zipper was down...*s*
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Welcome Home
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Publié :25/3/2020 22h40
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 13h00 7930 vues
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afternoon I have been daydreaming about waiting for you get home...about meeting you at the door....removing your jacket and holding you in my arms as we kiss passionately..pulling you against me...and sliding my hands over your arms and body..feeling your curves and squeezing your asscheeks...kissing your neck and earlobes, my breathing hot and close..your body conforming my touch..as we lead each other to the sofa..drawing the blinds and lowering the late afternoon light in the room..as we sensually peel each other's clothing off, tossing them aside..as we drop to the carpet, embracing, caressing and cupping each other..my hands gently pushing you back against the sofa..your body arched, presenting yourself to as my hands slide and down the inside of your thighs..my gaze transfixed at your openness..wanton desire in your smile....and...on receiving an unspoken permission from you...my mouth kissing your flesh...so soft and silky...travelling your legs...closer your mound...my passion increasing..my desires heightened....as I drink in the wonderful scent of your arousal..and dip between your legs taste you... ...take you my tongue, and explore your labia..gently at first, then with more passion as I lose my self control...your hands on my shoulders and neck..pulling down and hard against you....your legs trembling...your breathing more erratic with each flick of my tongue, each lash of your clitoris....feeling your tension build...seeking to pleasure you..to make you release at my touch....looking your face...my eyes afire..waiting watch you climb...and clench for what seems like forever....until..at last...you groan deeply, and shudder your release ...your legs behind my shoulders...as you weep your orgasm sensually over my chin and chest..purring and releasing as I continue my oral pleasure on you...until you can cum no more...and slowly..allow the sexual tension subside....as I slide your chest..kissing your mouth....caressing your nipples..and I whisper.."welcome home"...*S*
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May I ?
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Publié :20/2/2020 13h13
Dernière mise à jour :6/8/2020 23h44 7714 vues
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... fill your mind with deep sensual thoughts
... you lose the stresses of today
... coax you to release some inhibitions
... touch your body the way you enjoy being touched
... hold you as you tumble over the brink
... join you ?
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Until Tonight
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Publié :12/2/2020 22h44
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 13h01 8278 vues
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He hadn't been in the area for months, and wasn't sure if she would still see him. But his memories of the past summer the cabin had haunted him and carried his dreams all through the autumn and long winter. So it was no co-incidence that he had found himself at the small jewelry shop near the downtown market, glancing at the display of body jewelry. The package was small, easily concealed in his strong hands, and he slid it onto her desk as she was briefly turned away. Swinging around in her chair to him, she noticed the velvety box and reached for it. His eyes met hers, and the awkwardness of his return began to melt away. As she slowly opened it, he spoke softly "....for you to wear tonight." The setting was brilliant, and she marvelled how the fire opal caught the light filtering through the window over her shoulder. It was her first gift of navel jewelry, and she flustered as she thought about how he would come to find her wearing it...how she would meet him in her long trench coat..her legs clad in fine French silk stockings...her nakedness the wraps of the London Fog outerwear ....how she would slowly undo the belt tied her waist and let it fall to her side....the coat slipping down to expose her shoulders...open at the front to reveal her magnificent breasts...how his eyes would her, admire her and plan his next move..his every move...towards her..his hands finding her waist, pulling her tight against him....his fingertips running over her breasts, across her stomach and spreading over her mound beneath...as he slowly descended on her..her body now leaning against the hallway bookcase...her legs....trembling..her stance..open...for him.....and his eyes wide as he caught the sparkle again of the fire opal as it brushed past his nose....buried in her navel....a beacon....for his lost soul... She felt herself drifting again...as he had taken her before..so many times....and before the dream was over....she felt a quiver in her body..a signal of her awakening....she caught herself..snapped of the dream to see him smiling broadly. She nodded, her a bit flushed..and whispered softy...."until tonight then."
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Desperate .. or not
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Publié :11/2/2020 12h57
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 13h03 7809 vues
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His point total had dropped to a single digit. He was desperate to find her again, to make contact with the woman who had taken him so far over the edge. And now, even if he found her, he couldn't strike up a private conversation again without getting additional points. Desperately, he searched through his office for a web cam. It wasn't his first choice, but he needed her so badly, craved her company, he would do almost anything. In the dim light of the monitor, he watched as the small red on the cam flashed life and glowed. Slowly, deliberately, he began unzip and free his manhood for the camera's eye. He watched, as names signed on view, hoping that someone would generously tip him the points he needed. He felt both ashamed and desperate, but it seemed his only way earn points. And very slowly, he began tug and caress himself for the small audience that had gathered.... and in his mind, she was there watching...
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Please....
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Publié :5/2/2020 12h23
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 13h06 7561 vues
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.... make me cum for you?
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I Want You To ....
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Publié :24/1/2020 13h11
Dernière mise à jour :3/4/2024 13h06 8128 vues
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slide close beside me.......
slowly unfasten my belt as you kiss my neck....
tug the fly slowly down.. making it hushhhhhhh as you press yourself against me...
move around to face me, our eyes both flashing wild....
smile as you unbutton your blouse... slowly, teasingly....
press the full weight of your breasts against my chest as you kiss me on the lips....
lash and flick your tongue with mine in an intimate dance as my breathing becomes harder....
look up to my eyes as you slowly descend down my body....
smile as my body arches and stiffens when your nipples brush over my manhood...
envelope me in the velvety smoothness of your cleavage.....
make me gasp as you begin to massage and squeeze the fullness of your bosom around my aching cock....
feel my body shudder, and hear me beg.....
be my lover tonight.....
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