OK, here's one.

As she grabbed the rolls on the side of my gut she screamed with pleasure (maybe that was me screaming!). That's when I whispered in her ear and I told her that's why they are called love handles. She asked me to grab hers.

My strategy of picking up the ugliest girl in the bar would soon payoff. I knew no one, and I mean no one, had ever touched her before. Wow, was she desperate, I mean hot, for a looser like me.

No sooner had I pulled my leopard underwear to my ankles did I realize I did not know where I was. Man, I've got to quit drinking tequila. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Or was she? Doesn't matter...

Anyway, after our romantic encounter was done (I think it took a whole 3-5 minutes) she quickly kicked me out of her car. I guess that she didn't want to be seen with me and I wanted to go back into the bar and drink some more anyway.

I wonder why she never called me again?

I guess I got used.

WTF??? They are some sick MoFos out here....however..since you asked and as long as you don't tell Dr. Phil....mine involves watching Stedman and Tibsy make an Oreo cookie out of that sexxy Tommie D.....hmmmmm....I just want to video it for my viewing pleasure later.....

Keep it clean...

Thanks for the contributions.

I used to have a landscaping company. Very long story short, I got seduced by a client. I was 20 or 21 and she was 35, divorced, blonde hair, blue eyes, trust fund baby living the good life. She was my best friends’ mothers’ best friend so we had a little repore together and she knew we thought she was hott. It wasn't the typical "lawnboy, can you come help me change a light bulb" routine, but she took me out to dinner and then dancing then she seduced me on a sheep skin rug in front of the fireplace.

The next week when we were there to mow or remove the leaves she did the whole "lawnboy, can you come help me with something” routine. The guys that worked with me were speechless when I came back. We dated for a while and all of her friends called me Lawnboy. I was a big hit with the wives, but the husbands didn't understand me for some reason. Eventually the hubbies came around and got to know me. Other than the fact I was 15 – 20 years younger than them I really liked it. I got to experience things that I would’ve never experienced [well, for another 7 years anyway] and I saw things that hopefully I’ll never see again. What a great experience.

When my dad found out we had a father son chat. I got the impression he was truly proud of me. I’m not sure if I ever got that impression before or if I’ve had it since. Mom wasn’t quite as impressed and freaked out, big time.

It all ended shortly after one of Kim’s friends, or ex-friends as the case may be took me out to dinner, seduced me, then right before penetration she got a conscience and kicked me out. Then the slut called Kim and explained it all to her. All good things must come to an end.

[reply]If I can find the one about the sex in the library fantasy I'll PM you...I thought about leaving school to pursue a career in writing porn but thought better of it...[/reply]

Send it here also; my wife is a librarian and the weekend could be perking up.

Philadelphia, 1986

A couple of days after New Year's, the Mom & Pop market next to my apartment building caught fire. At approximately 2AM, the PhilaFD ushered the entire population of my building out; not a great feat since there were only nine residents in the six units to begin with. It was about 20 degrees outside, and the spray from the hoses closely resembled snow making machines. The thoughtful firefighters put us into a police van to wait out the results.

I had been flirting with the cute girl across the hall ever since she and her lame, self-absorbed, closet-gay-bodybuilder boyfriend moved in the previous September. Jeannie was not reacting well to the adventure of experiencing a three-alarm fire, up close and personal. Boyfriend Bob (who, ironically was shaped like a fire-hydrant) didn't see fit to step up with a comforting hug, a soothing caress. He appeared to be more interested in catching up on his beauty sleep. The other inhabitants of 2200 Pine Street also decided that nothing could be done by staying up all night watching Brownie's Market turn into a giant marshmallow roaster, so they too nodded off under their standard Fire Department issue rescue blankets.

Aware of her distress, I motioned Jeannie to share my blanket, and I being the thoughtful gentleman I am / was held her close. She thanked me with a soft whisper, a kiss on the ear, another on my neck and a quick look around the van. With everyone out for the morning, she thanked me again; not verbally, but orally.

I of course could not return the favor by the same method, exactly, but I did show my appreciation; slowly and stealthily beneath the warm wool of the blanket, we slid our garments to our hips. With excruciatingly, pleasurable minute gyrations of our pelvi, biting our lips in the severest restraint, and muffling moans of ecstasy, we both agreed Bob was on the way out, and Jeannie should start seeing other people.

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