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Helpless at the Gyno - part 2 - conclusion
Posted:Jun 2, 2018 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2019 12:33 pm
If you haven't read Part , go below or click here . .[post 45303]

She sat on the edge of the examination room table , without her gown on, as he asked her all the standard questions. She watched as his eyes clasped hers with every answer she gave - "No... there is no pain during sex", she replied, staring into his eyes. He smiled and looked up at her.

"Good,", he stood up from his chair, next to her. He WAS tall! Now he commanded her -

"Lie back on the table and let's take a look at you.", and again, those white teeth of his beckoned her to comply - she did! His first touch to her body sent shivers up her spine. He tapped her stomach, on both sides, with both of his warm soft hands. And then moved them to just above and on both sides of her pubis and continued to tap . She closed her eyes and inhaled the very faint scent of his cologne. She could feel herself getting slightly aroused and she bit her lip hard, to force herself to focus. She saw him slip on the latex gloves and heard them onto his hands . She blinked, and bit her lip again.

"OK. I am going to ask you to spread your legs but bend your knees flat along the table and touch both soles of your feet , flat up against each other".

She did what she was told to do. She was completely wide open for him to view her. It was then that she felt the first droplet of sweet womanly wetness slowly seep out of her vagina and form a tear drop, as it crawled its way slowly along her perineum and gently settled and edged its way down to her bum hole.

" I am going to check your vagina now . Tell me if you feel any pain. ", he said.

She barely heard his words. He spread her labia majora and pulled on her pussy lips as his nose paused mere inches from her gaping vagina. She could feel his hot breath on her as she felt him gently and softly pull and tug and twist the folds of her now tingling and throbbing cunt. She closed her eyes and inhaled him again. She was sure that he must have noticed that she was dripping wet. He most certainly by now must have smelled her musky sweetness as it filled the air.

"Everything looks perfect", he commented as he reassuringly brushed both sides of her vagina with his fingers. "Now, you may feel a slight tingling, and that's normal", he said , as he looked into her eyes, and continued the exam.

She tried to see what he was doing, but needed no help in understanding, when she felt his fingers on her clitoris. Even through his latex gloves, she could feel the heat of his fingers as they peeled back her clitoral hood. Stars filled her head and that familiar sexual anxiety and tension and excitement filled every crevice of her mind and body as her breathing quickened. Her back tingled and her toes curled .She tilted her head to the side. Biting her lip was not helping as after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her legs quivered and she could feel her knees shaking and as much as she tried not to - a soft moan,
escaped her brilliant red lips. Back and forth and back and side to side he moved his fingers up and around and over her now, rock hard, glistening clitoris and the accompanying clitoral shaft. Over the mounds and hills and valleys of her pleasure button he prodded and poked and she felt a total body earthquake fast approaching.

It was when he gently plunged fingers into her gaping pussy that she audibly gasped. She was tingling from head to toe and was willing to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do. He was a Doctor - after all. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip twice as hard as before. He moved his fingers deeper into her wetness. Caressing her vaginal walls with his digits. It's when he began pressing her lower stomach with his other hand (his gloves accidentally and repeatedly touching her clit) , and massaging her 'G', spot with his fingers deep inside her, that she lost complete control.

She was no longer in her gyno doctor's office being examined by a trained professional - she was naked on a table, spread and helpless, like a school , being titillated and sexually explored and provoked and manipulated, by a total stranger. She moaned again and turned her head to the other side and arched her lower back to meet his gentle thrusts. Her hips rose into the air. And quite suddenly, that familiar total body tingling feeling, started to over come her. From her toes and through her cunt and up her spine and
through and up into her brain, she knew what was about to happen. She tried to fight it, but it was a hopeless battle that she was loosing. 'I can't have an orgasm here in the Doctor's office... Please... No!', she screamed inside her head.

Her first convulsion pulled her head back and raised her hips even higher off the exam room table. The ecstasy and bliss she felt toppled her sense of reality. She didn't know and no longer cared where she was. Wave after wave of tingling effervescence hugged every cell in her body. The plumes of ecstasy would not subside as she felt her cunt, tightly grasp the fingers within her. She clutched the welcome intruders in her and held those digits - involuntarily squeezing and releasing them repeatedly. Her soft moans and her gasps for air echoed off the walls of the small room. The shudders of her cunt continued as her toes curled and uncurled in an uncontrolled by product of the voyage to this distant familiar planet she was visiting. Her eyes though shut - visualized a galaxy of brilliant stars.

Finally after what seemed like minutes, her deep breathing subsided and her body began to feel the cool air and the coldness of the table she lay on. She shuddered her body last time and let out a huge sigh and exclamation. She was blushing and was shocked and felt embarrassed at what had just happened. When she finally opened her watery eyes and blinked and focused - she saw Dr. Tony staring down at her, smiling those white teeth of his. His blue eyes twinkled.

He had removed his fingers from her and spoke - "There's no need to feel embarrassed or shy. Your reaction is perfectly normal. Some women, experience an orgasm during examination. It just proves that you're perfectly healthy! Let's hop up on the chair with the stirrups and I'll take a look at your cervix... Ok?", he asked her as he reached for the speculum, and smiled at her again .

She wondered what language he was speaking as she barely heard his voice. As she slid herself off the table, she realized that the floor of the room was not stable - it was moving. Her legs had also seemed to have lost their ability to support her and her knees were shaking . Dr. Tony looked back at Joanne and asked, "Are you alright?".

"I am fine." she replied hesitantly. She might have to schedule her next visit with Dr. Tony, sooner than a year from now - just to be sure. She didn't recall much of the rest of her examination with Dr. Tony. Evidently, she had rested, with her eyes closed - a very satisfied, content and fulfilled smile, glued to her face.

©June 2018 Paul P.
Ladies . . . Have you ever been to your gyno and been turned on by the proceedings? What happened?
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Helpless at the Gyno... part 1 of 2
Posted:Jun 1, 2018 10:55 am
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2019 12:32 pm
Joanne - a beautiful woman in her late thirties
sat in her Gyno doctor's office - waiting, for her 'regular' , yearly appointment. Little did she know, that this appointment was not going to be a 'regular ' - at all!

Her long legs were crossed as the styleto heel of her black shoe, ground into the grey carpet and her toes moved from side to side  - to the beat of the song that was on the waiting room speakers . She wore a white, flowery,  summer dress that flowed wistfuly over her tall, athletic  body , yet clung tightly and supportively, up and around her breasts, to reaffirm the fact that she was not wearing a bra. She flipped her long dark hair to the side,  as her deep brown eyes glanced at her  watch. 'Where is this Doctor?', she thought to herself. She could have spoken out loud, as she was the only person in the room. She was the doctor's last appointment of the day.

The secretary, acknowledging her impatience and approached  Joanne - "Why don't you wait in the examination room? It will speed things up when the Doctor gets here. Come . . .we'll get you started. He won't be long".

The secretary opened the door to the room and directed Joanne , to take off her clothes and put on the examination gown. "The Doctor will be here in a couple of minutes. Do you want someone with you during the exam ?'

"No. That's all right. I've known the Doctor for many now. I'll be fine', Joanne replied, while already slipping off her shoes and unbuttoning her dress.

"Really ?", questioned the secretary. "Well Dr. Vincenzo retired last year. His Dr. Tony has taken over the practice. Ok then ....".  And with those words and before Joanne could reply again , the secretary   turned and quickly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

'What had the secretary said? His ?' , Joanne asked herself as she took off her dress, to unveil her large, perfectly formed, breasts. She then peeled off her white thong to expose a bare and smoothly shaven vagina. She stood there,  naked - looking around the room for that 'stupid' gown. That's when the door opened and her new Gynocologist - Dr. Tony (the of Vincenzo), walked in. He closed the door behind him and turned to look at her and smiled.  Joanne had quite shyly and very quickly, and instinctively, crossed her hands in front of her bare vagina and breasts and she stared back at him. He could not have been more than 28 or 29 . He was tall, with a full head of dark blond hair and he obviously worked out as he looked buffed, from what she could see, through the open white lab coat he wore. But it was his piercing, deep blue eyes, that she noticed first, and then those pearl white teeth he flashed her, as he smiled. She was flushed and she could tell that she was turning red.

They both stared at each other for brief seconds before he smiled again and extended his right hand and greeted her - " Hi. My name is Dr. Tony and your new doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you." 

Joanne shyly removed her right hand from its position in front of her vagina and shook his hand firmly , "Hello. My name is Joanne " .  'My gosh,  he was good looking! ', she thought.

©June 2018 Paul P.
. . . . . . Read Part 2 - In my blog above . . and find out what happens next . . . . or click here Helpless at the Gyno part 2 conclusion

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The Pool Chair
Posted:May 16, 2018 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2021 5:58 am
My new neighbours Diane and George , (an attractive married couple in their 40s), shared a back yard gate with , which divided our properties and was there when I bought my house. gate was never locked. They had a pool, and I had a jacuzzi, and summer was just around the corner. We had cheerfully agreed we were all planning on using gate often, to cross from one side to the other. It was a Saturday afternoon, in early June and I had been invited to their pool for a swim.

I walked, towel in hand, through the gate and into their yard, where I froze suddenly, in my tracks. I was shocked to find Diane, by the other side of the pool, completely naked - her legs spread wide open, lying on a reclining pool chair. I said, not a word, but quietly tiptoed across the grass and along the edge of the pool and approached her, paused (holding my breath) , and sat on the chair facing her- perhaps a foot or two away . She was laying, on her towel draped chair. The ear phones to her phone were plugged in, and her eyes were covered with a small, dampened hand towel - as she slowly massaged her already glistening pussy.

I watched her as she caressed her swollen clit, and plunged her fingers into herself and quivered repeatedly - all the while moaning and sighing. Her hands and fingers were dripping wet and the spider webs of her lust filled juices formed tiny ribbons of reflected, glistening sparkles of light in the bright afternoon sun. Her moans grew louder and she intensified her rhythm as she punished her pink, pulsing, protruding clit with her fingers. Finally she shuddered, and quivered and arched her back to - what was obviously - a complete body shaking, mind numbing, orgasm. She was ( I thought), quite oblivious to my presence, just feet away. I watched as her legs twitched and her toes curled and uncurled in a really cute, and sexy way... and I smiled to myself. I was hard and wet and totally turned on by her vibrant and very shameless and open demonstration.

She seemed quite shocked and embarrassed when she finally lifted her hand towel from her eyes and saw me sitting there in my bathing suit, just feet away . My cock was rock hard and I knew I was soaking wet from precum. She tried to cover herself, but her hand towel was too small and her bathing suit had been obviously, thrown quite a long ways, on another chair. I wasn't going to offer much help . I didn't. I sat there and smiled at her.

As I grinned at her I asked her the first question came to my mind - "Where's George?"

" a golf tournament", she stammered , still breathing heavily. "He's home soon".

I noticed her pussy was totally soaking wet and her liquid and warm womanly drippings had left a reflective puddle on her towel. She lay there, on the chair, for what seemed like a minute or two - quite speechless and breathless. Finally, she brushed her fingers through her blond hair, and got off her chair, and walked, quite slowly, and deliberately, and confidently, over to her bathing suit. She clutched it, and with swift and practiced expertise , wove it back onto her body. It was equally , just to watch her get dressed as it was to see her naked. The mind of a man is complex - I laughed again to myself.

A mere minute later, and quite composed, she poured me a tall glass of gin and tonic. As she poured my drink, she clasped my eyes in hers and confessed, in a soft whisper to me - " I knew you were there. I knew your were sitting there, all along!"
If it were possible, I would have gotten twice as hard and twice as wet thinking about what she had just said . She smiled at . I slowly sipped my cold drink and looked her and sat down on her pool chair. Diane - was such, a, tease! She smiled back at and we toasted - ' To good neighbours ! "
George, her husband, arrived from his golf tournament minutes later, and greeted me with a robust and firm handshake and a 'man hug' and an invitation to a diving contest.

Yes... it was going to be an interesting summer. I felt content with my neighbours, as I sipped from my glass , and smiled at Diane and George and enjoyed the icy coolness of a perfectly, prepared, drink!

©May 2018 Paul P.
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Dinner Games
Posted:May 7, 2018 1:24 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 10:13 pm
Real life is funnier than fiction... and sometimes, embarrassingly hotter- as well.
I was in my late twenties and my soon to be wife, Susan and I, had announced our engagement. I was to be dragged around - home to home - by my fiancee, to meet her side of the family. Our first visit was to her older cousin's house - Silvia , a very hot and attractive, tall woman , in her early thirties - just a few yesrs older than me.

Dinner was relaxed and leisurely, however my horny, wife 'to be' , had been working me up, from under the dining room table. She was massaging and squeezing my dick through my jeans and all the while , conducting a normal conversation with her cousin. I added my comments when I could - but it was difficult- to say the least. My erection was a monster and I was convinced that precum was soaking my underwear. My fiancee smiled at me once and asked if everything was alright. I smiled back at her , and furled my eyebrows, as if to say- 'I'll get you back! '.

Eventually, I succeeded in discreetly getting up, (napkin in hand), and made my way to of the bathrooms in the house. I chose the room upstairs, as it was a bit more private than the along the main hallway.

I walked into the bathroom, locked the door, unbuttoned my jeans jeans and pulled out my swollen 'friend' . It's really tough to pee, if you've had a 'hard on', for a while. I stared at my engorged dick and tried to focus on getting to the point of my visit. I pushed - but the only thing to come out, was another drop of precum. It lingered there on the tip of my penis- glistening in the brilliant bathroom light.

It was at that moment that the bathroom door flung open, and there, standing a foot from me was my financee's cousin. I was too shocked and embarrassed to move. Her cousin, Silvia, although surprised that the door was unlocked, was obviously as playful as my soon to be wife, and she just stood there and smiled, as she stared at my glistening chubby!

"My, my my! Susan is a lucky lady", she chirped as she flashed a wide, brilliant smile, and stared at my precum dripping cock. "The door to this bathroom is fidgety", she continued, as if conversations with guys with their swollen dicks in their hands, in her bathroom, were every day events.

"I'd show you how it works but it looks like you're busy ", she continued, as her eyes rose up and held mine, in a teasing embrace.

"We're almost out of toilet paper. I'll get you a new roll", and with that she knelt down, next to the toilet.

Her head was inches from my ever growing cock. Her eyes and gaze, never left the head of my purple, glistening, swollen dick and as she reached for the toilet paper, her eyes remained glued, to my now, rock hard penis. I could feel her warm breath on my cock as she exhaled through her mouth and inhaled through her nose very slowly, in a gentle gust, while almost touching my dick with her nose. She lingered there for what seemed (to me), like agonizing minutes , but were perhaps, only seconds. My 'friend' twitched as she breathed again and I felt her hot air caress my glans. As she rose from her knees, she placed the fresh roll of paper right next to me on the bathroom counter, but as she did so - she, 'accidentally', brushed the back of her hand against the tip of my wet cock. I could feel the heat from her skin. The precum that had been dripping from my penis was now smeared in a glossy stain on her hand. She knew perfectly well what she had done . As her eyes grasped mine, she brought the back of her hand, slowly up to her mouth , flicked her tongue and licked her hand clean- all the while, staring into my eyes. Then, suddenly she turned to walk away. She glanced back at me, and my huge, now throbbing 'hard on' , once more.

"I'll lock the door properly for you. It doesn't look like you're finished yet. ", she giggled. With a toss of her hair and a soft laugh, she locked the door, walked out, and closed it quickly behind her.

I stood there as my cock throbbed and twitched in the air. I moved to the sink and proceeded to finish the job that my fiancee and Silvia had started. The thrill of stroking myself off in a stranger's home as well as the thrill of Susan's prodding and her cousin's sultry teasing resulted in an explosion that (took perhaps a mere minute to complete) and almost shook my head off. My knees buckled as I propped myself up against the sink counter, and my body shivered as wave after wave of hot cum splurted into the sink. Eventually, I slowly came back to reality, as my legs trembled, and I reached out for the new roll of bathroom paper, cleaned myself and the sink up and went back downstairs. I never did get a chance to pee.

When I walked into the dining room, both my fiancee and her cousin looked at me and began to laugh.

'Are you alright? ", my fiancee asked as she smiled a sly smile at me." Silvia told me that she thought you might be lost, so I told her to go look for you! ", she continued as they both looked at each other and laughed again.

I had most certainly turned completely red. I smiled and said nothing. I stared into my fiancee's twinkling, blue eyes, sat down and took my fork and dove it into the cake that was being served. My fiancee, put her hand on my inner thigh and squeezed. I looked up at her and she smiled and winked. I wondered if every dinner with her side of the family was going to go like this.

It was chocolate cake and I love chocolate cake. I closed my eyes, smiled to myself, and took a large bite.

©May 2018 Paul P.

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Morning Cupcakes
Posted:May 2, 2018 5:20 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 10:11 pm
Do you walk around your house naked like I do?

I often walk around my home naked, especially in the mornings, when preparing for work. I live alone and since the moved out, I have the place to myself. The other day, around 7 in the morning I was doing my usual thing - drinking my coffee, checking my email and texts on my phone, as well as and 'A F F' (lol) and walking around my house naked.

It was a pleasant morning and the sliding doors from my living room, leading to my backyard deck were wide open. I was on 'A F F' and I had paused on a particularly hot picture. I easily 'motivated' - (another way to say, that I get easily aroused) , when I heard a voice greet me from my deck.

"Hello. Good morning, Paul! "

It was my neighbour, Linda . She's an attractive divorced lady in her 40's and she was holding a large plate, on which were placed 6 or more chocolate cupcakes.

I was inches from my open deck doors and just feet from my neighbour as she stood there with her plate, smiling at me and staring at my erect cock . My dick was hard and in its glory and pointed straight at her, as I stood frozen.

My first reaction was to run and hide, but then I thought, 'Wait a minute. It's my house. She's on my deck and it's 7 in the morning. I not running anywhere. I'll act normal. I mean - we're all adults'.

My hard on grew even more as I, quite naturally, opened the sliding doors and greeted her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Hi Linda. It's early... What's up", I laughed to myself as I said that.

"Quite a bit, from what I can see" , she chirped as her eyes grew larger, while she fixated her gaze on my, now glistening purple glans.

"I baked some fresh cupcakes. I thought you might like some", she continued, as if conversations with naked neighbours was a regular event.

"Absolutely! I love cupcakes", I replied as I reached out for the plate. "I just made some fresh coffee. You want to come in and join me?", I continued. I was ready for her and precum had accumulated in a perfect droplet, from the head of my dick. She noticed it, and licked her lips, and nervously stammered.

"I... I.. I'd love to. I'd really love to. But I can't. I've got to drive the to school. When I come back?", she said, almost pleading.

"Oh. I am off to work in about minutes. That's too bad", and I meant it. My manhood was now throbbing and bouncing and twitching in the air.

She couldn't take her eyes off it and most certainly noticed how my dick was flinching in mid air.

"Another time then. I hope you enjoy them. Have a great day!", she continued, and with a parting glance at my swollen dick and a quick and warm smile, she turned and walked back to her house. She glanced back at me once more , as she left my yard.

I walked into my house, put the cupcakes on the table and went into my bedroom and lay on my bed, where I masturbated. I came with an explosive orgasm that shook my head and body to a shivering height I hadn't felt in a while. My convulsions eased and I slowly came back to reality.

I looked at my clock... I was going to be late!

©May 2018 Paul P.
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Cowgirl In Heat - Wet Kiss
Posted:Apr 30, 2018 10:04 pm
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 10:09 pm
Chapter 1- Wet Kiss

She was 26 and an experienced Cow Girl, on her way to the Calgary Stampede - and she was just miles away . It was early dusk, on a hot, humid, July night - and the brilliance of the setting sun, created an orange, tinged halo, as plumes of dust ed up off the gravel and sand, and into the air- as she braked hard , and skid to a stop - at that lly station.

The drive from Wyoming, had been a long . She turned off the engine of the Ford Bronco (which was pulling an empty trailer), and she, ever so slowly, plied her way out of the cab, unwinding her long, slim legs like a deer searching for firm footing.
She gingerly, stretched her back and unfurled her tall lanky body the way a butterfly might come out of a cocoon and finally, planted both her cowboy boots onto the gravel. She was, a sight of beauty! She was statuesque and tall and slim. Her jeans seemed painted on, and were ripped, at the back of her thighs - not intentionally, but through use. The sun caught her naturally colored blond hair and as she tussled it with her fingers, might have seen sparks fly, as the burning sky, framed her silhouetted body.

Facing the setting sun, she hadn't noticed the tall, lanky, young man, leaning up against his truck, until he spoke.
"Kelly? That you? Holly cow, it's been a long time", he exclaimed.

'Oh my gosh', she thought as she instantly recognized the man's voice. It was Bobby, her 'ex' boyfriend and some she hadn't seen since - well... since they broke up ago.

"Heck yeah! Who else wears boots the way I do?", she said laughing back at him, as she walked towards his voice . They broke up, but they weren't enemies. In fact, the only reason they had split up, was because he had retired from the rodeo and moved back to New York City. He walked up to meet her, grasped her hips and kissed her on the cheek.

"How've you been? Man, I haven't seen you for a while. I missed you!", he smiled.

She clasped her hands on his hips, "I thought you were retired? What's up? What are you doing here?", she replied, as she looked into his eyes.

"Ha! Real estate is not for me. I can't stay away from this game. It's in my genes.", he replied, as he flashed his brilliant white smile and held her gaze.

"In your genes, or in your jeans?", she laughed, as she pulled him closer to her and pressed and leaned her body against his. "I missed you", she whispered to him, as she brushed her cheek, so very close to his.

"Well... yours if you want me. You know how easy I ?", he smiled again. Pulling her hips right up against his.

" back on the 'Tour'. I guess you'll be seeing a lot of me, this summer.", he continued as he held her waist and squeezed her with his powerful hands.

She'd almost forgotten, what his touch felt like. It was electric and a 'frisson', (an exciting chill) swept through her body.

" I guess, I... will be seeing... more of you.....? How much more?", she purred as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

He met her kiss with his lips and tongue. He'd forgotten just how sweet she tasted. They closed their eyes and kissed like lost lovers would . That kiss where bodies sway and hair is tussled and arms and fingers probe and explore , and massage backs and where the longing, once forgotten, is reborn - in an instant! Where memories come in waves of caading thunder and shivering shudders of the soul. Eventually, he withdrew his mouth and lips from hers and whispered in her ear. Her eyes were still closed as he spoke.

"I have a room, at the Motel, right there.", he pointed, " I'll you dinner and bathe you. My room has a color TV.! ", He laughed. as he held her tight.

She laughed heartily at his remark and replied, "You know how much I love color TV! But I can't. I've got to be in Calgary tonight. They're driving my up and I want to be there as early as possible. My first event is in a couple of days", she replied sadly.

Still holding her tightly by her waist he interrupted her...

"Look... You smell of day old perfume and deodorant and you're hungry. I'll feed you and let you use my shower. I'll even give you fresh towels. But that's all. Then ing you out. Ok?", he smiled and squeezed his nostrils with his fingers. " You smell... just the way I love you to smell ", he laughed as he hugged her.

She couldn't resist an invitation like that." I stink? ", she asked sadly, pulling away and trying to smell herself.

"Yes you do. And that's what I always loved about you.", and he laughed again and grabbed her by the hand. "Let's go. It's right there. starving and I'll order the pizza. Let's go", and he pointed to a grizzled motel, a hundred yards away - it's florescent lights flashing 'Vacancy', in the early dusk.

How could a tired, hungry, 'smelly' , cow girl, refuse an invitation for pizza, and a shower AND color TV? She laughed and held his hand tightly as he led her to his rented boudoir.

"You'll bathe me? , she asked coyly, as she skipped beside him holding his hand with both of hers. She looked at him and blinked.

" Of course I will ", he laughed." I always did. Do you think I've forgotten how? ", he chuckled to her." "You're funny and hot and stinky", he laughed as he leaned towards her and kissed her again.

She giggled and walked quicker. She could feel she was getting wet... very wet. She tucked her shirt further into the front of her jeans, and accidentally (or not), reached too far and touched the already swollen, wet lips of her throbbing vagina. She raised her fingers to her nose and smelled herself and licked her fingers. 'Yes', she thought to herself.' She needed to be bathed '. She smiled and her step quickened, as their boots crunched the gravel, while they walked along the road, and approached the Motel...

... End of Chapter 1...

If you enjoyed the story up to this point, join me for Chapter 2, when things get even steamier... Click here Cowgirl In Heat Motel Shower

©May 2018 Paul P.
Have you ever met an old lover where the sparks started to fly again?
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Shared space... different reality
Posted:Apr 30, 2018 4:06 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2020 9:29 am
Everyone lives in their own reality, even though we may all be sharing the same space...

I recently visited my favorite burger restaurant. The place was jam packed. It usually was on, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays', where (obviously), any meal in this burger joint was , 2, for the price of 1.

our table, the men (friends of mine), had food piled . We had enough food perhaps, for a family of 8- I would estimate. O ne of us had been bold enough to order 2 family meals. I ordered my usual double cheese burgers with onion rings and fries. It was too much food for any of us to consume comfortably in o ne sitting, but then again, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays' was never about comfort, but about consumption. Every other table in this restaurant was populated with families and groups of men and women and , laughing and enjoying similar scenes of gleeful, loud, and cheerful gluttony.

As I was aggressively chewing through my second burger, I noticed a dark haired man in his early forties, walk towards o ne of the only empty tables, at the far corner of the restaurant. He wore a long grey, rumpled overcoat, draped over a dark blue suit and carried a large plastic bag in his left hand - the type they give you when you designer clothing. In his right hand he held his tray. He had ordered 2 hot and fries. He settled into the small, corner booth , placed his bag beside him, on the floor, right next to the wall and unbuttoned his overcoat. I glanced at him from across the room, as I opened my mouth (as wide as possible), to enable the burger to pass through my lips. He, reached out for a fry with his fingers.

I began to chew off that piece of burger (too large for my mouth), when I paused, and thought to myself, 'Why would some get a hot dog, in this place, when 'their' hot , were notoriously poor?' I didn't mean that they were bad, but that they were not worth buying - when you had a choice to buy o ne of their fabulous burgers.

My question was rhetorical - you'd buy that hot dog, if you couldn't to the burger. That's the only answer there could be. The only answer that made any sense. Especially on ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays'.

I watched as the man in the rumpled coat, slowly, bit off a small piece of his hot dog. Another o ne of us at my table, would have swallowed that 'dog', in 1 or 2 bites. He slowly chewed and sipped from a bottle of water.

I finished my burgers, rose from my seat, and carried my tray to where all the other trays were stacked. I then made my way towards the washroom and past the man in the rumpled coat. As I passed him, I reached into my pocket and placed a folded dollar bill, right next to the edge of his tray. He paused from his meal, looked down the bill and then back up me. I didn't say anything. Our eyes met and I simply nodded my head, and continued to walk.

Upon exiting the washroom, I made my way back to my table, but (above the din and laughter and ruckus in the restaurant), I heard a voice, 'Sir... Sir... Sir!', in an ever increasing and frantic volume. I turned and looked where the voice was coming from - it was the man in the rumpled overcoat. He looked at me, smiled and mouthed the words, 'Thank you!', and nodded his head gently up and down, in gratitude. I nodded back at him and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign with my right hand. I stood there and smiled at him and from where I stood, I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded towards him again and made my way to my table... where the food was still piled , and the laughter filled my ears. But my heart was filled with sadness, least in that second.

As I sat down, I glanced again at the man in the rumpled coat. He was staring at me and wiping tears from his eyes. I looked at him and smiled. O ne of my friends suddenly broke my gaze by asking me a question. I turned away from the man in the rumpled coat and towards my friend... to answer him ....

"Pardon me ? What did you say? I wasn't paying attention",

I looked back towards the man in the rumpled coat - he had left ...

©April 2018 Paul P.
Have you ever seen some who might be going through a rough time and tried to them out? Please share your stories . . . ...
Frozen Lust
Posted:Apr 27, 2018 5:40 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 10:03 pm
Making love in unusual places is an ethereal, erotic experience and just off the charts - hot ! I'll share an experience I had, with you.

It was an intensely, cold January morning, when Lynn and I, turned off the main highway and onto the narrow rural road, not far from my summer cottage. The tires of my car, squeeked and crunched against the frozen snow, as I slowly pulled up into the plowed driveway.

I closed the engine and we stepped out of the warm car and into the cold. As we both breathed in the clean, fresh air, and listened to the hushed silence, we looked at each other and smiled. It was a beautiful day ! 

"Let's walk down to the river. ", I suggested.

She agreed and hand in hand (actually - glove in glove ), we trudged along the plowed lane towards the river, a short distance away. Arriving at the shore, we were spellbound as we looked at the open water flowing, while steam rose from the rapids. It was a mystical and mesmorizing site to behold, but damm , it was cold!

My girlfriend Lynn , and I, had only been together for a few months at that point, and sex was ALWAYS on our minds. She wasn't shy either. She reached for the zipper of my snow pants, grinned her 'horny' grin, flashed her brilliant white teeth at me, and declared -

"Come on - let's make love !".

I agreed with her, as I tried (in vain) to undo the grip that the velcro belt, (circling her waist) , had, on her snow pants. She laughed and pushed my hands away.

"I'll do it. ", she giggled. 

We kneeled down, on the snow, took off our gloves, pushed our pants down to our knees and facing each other, embraced in a passionate kiss. There were things that I immediately noticed at that point ; my dick was rock hard and already dripping precum tears of anticipation, her tongue and mouth were hot and moist and felt like such a nice place to explore ... and... my ass, thighs and knees were freezing - literally !

We held each other in that embrace (both of us naked from our bellies to our knees) and pressed our bodies as close together, as we possibly could. The warmth of her thighs and stomach, were exciting and welcome barriers against the frozen air. She then reached down and gently held my already throbbing phallus. Her touch was soft - and my body shivered (in anticipation) and twitched , as I felt tickled, from her warm fingers. Excitement pulsed through my loins, as her knowledgeable digits clasped my shaft in her hands and she gently squeezed my glan. This was both so erotic and hot, and yet, so incredibly cold - at the same time. I laughed into her mouth, as we kissed. 

"What?", she laughed back, playfully, still holding my shaft in her hands. 

" I am fucking freezing. Oh my gosh it's so cold".

As I spoke, I put my hands between her thighs, squeezed and petted her swollen clit with hand and slipped digits, into her wet pussy with the other. It was oh, so, warm and sticky and such a relief for those poor, freezing fingers of mine.

"All right. I'll get on my knees - Ok?", she asked.

She proceeded to get on her knees - her beautiful tight ass beckoning and her pouting pussy lips teasing , with a wet, sideways smile. I looked her bum in the air, her woman bits pointed towards the sky and thought, 'Man she is hot!'. But as much as I wished I could have gazed longer, I realized that my man bits were going to freeze right off, if I soon couldn't find a warm place to put them. I looked down and my dick was steaming. I looked at it again in amazement and thought - 'Steaming... really ?'. I'd never seen that before! 

I lowered my pants below my knees, as I balanced my body and pushed into the frozen snow. I winced as the searing cold gripped my skin.

"Come on already! " , she pleaded. " Now I, am freezing! ".

Then, with her right hand, she impatiently reached between her legs, found my stiff shaft, grabbed it firmly and moved her bum backwards. She then held my dick, just at the entrance to her wet velvet purse. I have never felt the WARMTH, of her pussy , more than I did at that moment - and I was not even in her yet ! 

Teasingly, she rubbed my wet dick up and down along her pouting entrance, and then gently leaned back a little more, and finally, eased my throbbing 'friend' , into herself, by just a head - the head of my dick. 'Oh ... My.... Gosh !', my mind went blank and I briefly saw stars as my eyes shut tightly.

She moaned with a lustful growl and lowered her head as I slipped into her. I held myself tightly against her, learned over her back and hugged her. She turned her head up, and to her left, and clasped my eyes in hers, and sighed. I successfully reached her mouth with mine. It felt as if we were making love to each other, for the first time !

"Oh Paul... Please, make love to me" , she whispered. "Fuck me.. please", she stretched her neck up and kissed me again , then gasped and lowered her head. 

My thrusts into her were measured, deliberate and she moved her ass back towards me - smacking my thighs with her bum. Her wet, glistening pussy, greeted me with every, determined, penetration of her as she twisted and ground herself against my dick, with every push.

Our minds and bodies - were tingling in sensual numbing pleasure and bliss ! I knew that she was close to cuming . She moaned ever louder, with every of my thrusts into her.

"Yes.. Please, don't stop... Paul, I am cuming....", she whispered.

I was close as well. I waited, and as she arched her back, and moaned, we both came the same time - in an explosion of lust, relief and passion and love. Our bodies were ! She convulsed and spasmed , and her hips thrust upwards. My filled her, in wave after wave of what felt like - boiling lava. I had never before felt such a rush of hot, wetness. I lurched forward and hugged her as she gasped for air. Her pussy was throbbing as it contracted and released itself, repeatedly around my shaft. Her breathing was short and deep. I continued to feel her pussy grasping and pulsing and twitching and my penis did the same - to almost the same beat.

I hugged her tightly in that position for a minute, until the shimmering, in my brain subsided, and the tingling everywhere had stopped. I finally realized that I was, back - on planet Earth, nearby a frozen river, in the middle of January. I also realized that my ass, legs and knees were probably frozen solid, as I could no longer feel them.

I breathed a hot sigh, into Lynn's ear, and released my grip on her. I leaned back and pulled myself out of her. My mixed with her juices dripped out of her steaming pussy and fell to the clean, white, snow in long white ribbons. I looked in amazement as they froze, instantly upon touching the snow. It was proof that we had been there - frozen droplets of our lust.

We pulled up our pants and faced each other and kissed, while on our knees. As we stood up, we both noticed a couple, standing on the other side of the river. We didn't know how long they had been there or what they had seen. I could see the woman was wearing a logo of a company (I recognized) , on her winter hat and he was wearing red and white striped scarf. I guessed, they must have seen quite a bit, I laughed to myself. We didn't care. I put on my gloves and Lynn and I both waved to them. They happily waved back. 

My frozen knees and ass welcomed the feeling, of finally being covered by pants. Lynn smiled at me and I knew she felt the same relief. We quickly walked back to the cottage as I squeezed her hand through my gloves. The cold air was relentless in its pursuit of our chilled noses and cheeks.

My cottage is a small place and where a pot belly stove, in the middle of the living room, is the only source of heat. Lynn and I crawled underneath a blanket on the living room couch, as we waited for the place to warm up. Eventually - I had a roaring fire blazing but it still needed periodic stoking. Reluctantly I quickly flipped open the blanket, ran over to the stove, opened up the top with an iron prong and threw another log into the fire. I stood there for a second to survey my work.

"Hey! Come back in here, already! You're letting out all the heat! ", Lynn scolded me, as she laughed.

I ran back to the couch, crawled back in with her, and covered myself up. I leaned over to grab my mug of wine and we both watched, as the hot flames shot up and the crackling fire slowly, consumed the log. Our knees were slowly thawing out... and just in time...

Lynn's hands reached underneath the blanket and down my chest and then across my thighs, coming to rest between my legs as she grasped my dick. I looked into her blue green twinkling eyes, and put my wine down on the table. I laughed to myself as I thought - 'At least I wasn't going to freeze my knees this time!'.

©April 2018 Paul P.

What's the wildest, craziest or most erotcally different place you've ever made love in? In a park, an elevator, or a car ? Share your stories

Posted:Apr 20, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2019 9:14 am

How do we make connections with other people? Sometimes they're planned, but a lot of times, circumstances and coincidence and that intangible 'lady luck', pokes her head up to push matters in directions of her own preference. Here's something that happened to me, many ago.


I had left work downtown that evening and had made my way to a small club that I frequently went to. I was sitting, at the far end of the bar, facing the door and nursing a beer, when she walked in. She was tall , and poised and her long, straight brown hair, framed her as she moved her head slowly from side to side, as if searching for a friend, or a place to sit. She looked determined.

There were none - seats that is. The bar was jam packed with, 'Happy Hour', patrons. It was standing room, only ! She turned her head towards and our eyes locked.

The music was loud and people next to , were shouting out their orders to the bartender, who was happily overwhelmed. She slowly turned her head, side to side, perused the crowded bar, and then again - looked back .

Our eyes locked, once more. I raised my glass of beer towards her, and with my right hand, I pointed to my left, where, (in spite the crowded conditions), there remained a spot to stand. It was large enough for one person.

She held my gaze, paused, and slowly pushed and angled her way through the crowd, in my direction. She skillfully arched her back, against the men and women huddled around, in various poses, until finally, she stood before me, and smiled- "You're sitting in my seat?" , she asked. I guess I was.

That's the way I met the woman, who eventually, would become my wife. We spoke and laughed and joked - and had a great time. Eventually her friends showed up and we all commandeered a whole corner of that bar.

To this day, I question the fortunate coincidences or elements of luck that paved my fate that night. If I hadn't left work earlier than usual, I would not have been able to get a seat at the bar. If I hadn't been sitting in that corner of the bar, then I would never have seen her walk in. If she hadn't trusted an unknown and made her way to ... - well. Finally, there was that intangible - specifically the chemistry between us - and it was the ultimate glue that welded our hearts together.

©April 2018 Paul P.
Coincidence, circumstance, luck - how has your life been been touched by the alliance these three partners?

Do you believe in coincidence or is it destiny?

Share your stories or comments please.

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She Watched Me ...
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 10:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 5:49 pm
She had a keen eye, and a perfect view...

It was July, and 5:00 a m in the morning. The sun was somewhere, barely trying to poke and over a distant horizon and already, the temperature outside was making it very and sticky. I came out of the steaming shower and actually sensed relief when I opened the bathroom door and felt, the illusion of a cool breeze. My balls dangled comfortably between my legs, as I wiped myself with a towel.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. My kitchen faced the East (and the, soon to rise sun), so I moved from the kitchen to my bedroom, which faced the west. I found relief! There, the air, was cool and fresh and the light was dim, even with my bedroom lights on.

I put my coffee on my dresser and flopped onto the top of my bed. Bouncing for a second, I thought, 'This is going to be a long, , steamy day'. I still had some water droplets glistening and clinging to my body and as I ran my hands down along my stomach and along my hips, the wetness felt good, refreshingly cool - and freshly exciting.

My bedroom had huge sliding glass doors and they were opened wide. The breeze (created from the draft between my front kitchen and my rear bedroom doors ), caressed my naked body, as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

Every part of me was squeaky clean and so smooth and silky to my touch. I was getting arroused ! My right hand reached for my dick. I am not circumcised, so I began by slowly peeling back my foreskin to reveal my glans. I waved my awakening phallus back and forth in the air and against my stomach... as my dick slowly responded to my encouragement. It was not long before I was as hard as I could be. I continued to stroke my engorged dick with my right hand while my left hand clasped and fondled my balls.

Precum dripped out of my throbbing penis and covered my glans, while my fingers slowly moved my uncut skin and down, and and down. The anguish and ecstasy of my whole body tingling in waves of pleasure... was reaching its pinnacle. Yet my hands continued to move slowly ... and down. I paused once - edging, ever so close, I held my shaft the base and watched as the purple, glistening, head of my cock pulsed and throbbed, to its own beat.

And finally, the first release of then another even larger explosion and the convulsions continued in diminished intensity - six , seven eight, nine times as my hand moved and down over my cock slower and slower and slower, until finally - the throbbing had stopped, the convulsions had stopped and my head shimmered with the realisation, I was slowly coming back to reality.

'Well... 'one' certainly was a mind blower', I thought. I lay there in my bed, grabbed my towel and cleaned myself , then threw the towel behind on the chair and bounced out of bed. It's then, to my shock, and horror, I noticed her (my neighbour), standing, leaning on her second floor balcony railing, staring and smiling.

She was, in her early 40's divorced and extremely attractive. I was... naked, and standing in front of my open bedroom doors. Although the sun was not at its brightest, I could clearly make out the contour of the dark green shorts she was wearing (as they hugged her ass), the black stilettos on her feet, the shimmering color of her blond hair and of her deep burgundy lips and - of course - the expression of lust she wore on her face.

'Good morning Paul. Thanks for the show. I really enjoyed it, and you certainly looked like you were having fun! ', she said with a sly smile as she waved to me.

'Good morning', I replied as I reached for my towel.

Whenever we'd meet (after ), she'd always give a wide beaming smile and jokingly ask what time I was waking . The question always made blush but I would always faithfully answer.
My divorced lady neighbour, sold her house and moved away fall. However, whenever I could, I would always wake , summer, just before sunrise, open the outside doors of my bedroom - and pleasure myself to mind shattering orgasms. I never checked if she was standing on her balcony. Just knowing she might be - was all I needed to push into oblivion.

I've never looked forward (so impatiently) , to waking as early as , in my life.

©April Paul P.
Have you ever had a nosy neighbour?
Have you ever seen your neighbour or caught anyone for matter, naked and pleasuring themselves? Share your stories... please . . . .

Based on a true story
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Caught Naked At Work
Posted:Apr 12, 2018 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2020 5:48 am
Stuff can happen at work. Seriously... be careful ! ... lol

I have a friend, named Sarah, whom I've never met (except on Insta. Gram) , but who convinced me, it would be fun exchange naked pictures of ourselves . As a man, I did not need any convincing. She sent her pictures first, because women are brave about that sort of thing, and I didn't want seem inappropriate, since I did not know what type of pics she would .

Sarah's pictures - were quite explicit. Her pictures were erotic, sensual and incredibly ! I mean honestly, I expected a tit- but she gave me so much more!

I'll describe the pics you. In all of them, Sarah wore black fishnet stockings and black heels, and nothing else! Her first , had her on her knees- her bum and pussy facing , as she spread her luscious vagina with her fingers. That was great! She continued with another on her back, on the floor, while she spread her treasure lips for and dipped her fingers into herself. The third was of her sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide open, with a totally lustful expression on her . And lastly, she sent a full frontal of herself, standing in her stockings and heels and looking, totally ! She had set the bar and I would have come back with some erotic stuff of own, match hers.

For - taking the pictures was much easier than I thought it would be. Holding camera phone in one hand was simple and dick was hard, just thinking about the fact that these shots were for her. I should say, that I am uncircumcised, and phallus , fully erect is and quarter inches long (Yes I measured it! Guys do that!). When aroused, precum flows from glans liberally. None of lovers have ever complained about lack of lubrication.

Out of all the pictures that I took, I chose that were especially good. The first was of full sized chubby, with foreskin completely covering head. The second , was of half erection - dick pointing in the air, with the precum dripping head of penis, still partially covered by foreskin. And the third was of raging, full blown erection (all and quarter inches of ), being squeezed by left hand, as glistening maroon colored glans pointed at the lense. Looking at body of work that night and reviewing the pics that I chose as finalists, I had admit - I was impressed.

The next day, I was at work, and it was early in the afternoon. I was sitting behind desk facing desktop computer, in little cubicle, in a row of cubicles, in an office building, on a floor, of hundreds of cubicles, and I was on the phone with a , when he put on hold. This guy, was notoriously difficult to reach and we were taught - 'Don't the , unless they ask you '. So I waited, with phone headset on, listening the background hold music- Classic 50 s, Big Band .

It was about that time, that Sarah and I began messaging each other. I decided her the pictures I had chosen the previous night . Those pictures were sent her, in a flurry.

However.... find them on phone, and click, on the button and repeat the procedure 3 times, took about 5 or 6 minutes. I had never before, sent naked pictures of myself, to anyone - let an acquaintance, I hardly knew. It was exciting, thrilling and slightly terrifying - in a good way! I was breathing quickly and I'll admit - it was a total turn on! 'friend' was as hard as it could be, throbbing wildly, and I could feel myself getting wet!

I went the; Hidden Folder, on phone, perused the naked pictures of myself and blew them up on my cell phone screen. I looked at them and questioned my choices. Were these the best? Which pics should I post?

I admired them briefly (men are vain and sometimes insecure about their equipment), and I flipped back and forth a few times between the pics. Decisions were finally made and the pictures were sent out in rapid succession. I waited for Sarah's reply... and I continued at, well.... I continued at naked pictures of myself. I wondered again, if I had chosen the right ones and if they were worthy. I was still on hold - Sinatra's, York, York, was playing in the background.

And that's... when boss, leaned over right shoulder, lifted head phone headset , and she whispered into ear, (yes... SHE whispered) ..., "Nice pictures ! .... NICE pictures ! But.... shouldn't you be talking with a ?" .

I don't think any... in fact, I know - no, could imagine shock and horror, and humiliation , when I found - HER - Boss, leaning over right shoulder, inches from , looking down at cell phone as it brilliantly and vividly (I have a Galaxy S8 ), reflected the full screen image, of left hand, squeezing , rock hard shaft , as a precum tear , sparkled on its huge, purple glistening head. I can presume, that she also might have imagined it, throbbing, as it certainly was - when I took the picture. Samsung phones, take great pictures . Certainly I was not prepared for this. I froze, in horrified embarrassment !

She looked at me and smiled. It was a sly, .ful, beguiling smile, and that I had never seen before. She then looked down at the naked picture (still displayed displayed, on screen) , locked eyes in a lustful embrace, turned and slowly walked away.

A colleague of mine, later, told that she had been standing over shoulder, easily, for more than 5 minutes. He thought, she was just listening conversation - that's what she would do. I am a senior rep at this company and I often help junior reps with their issues. I never or rarely, need any help . Yet, for the rest of the afternoon, every 20 minutes or so, she'd come up , purposefully lean over and in an uncharacteristically soft voice, ask - 'Is everything ok ?', . or .. 'Do you need any help with anything?' , or... (and this comment, was so contrived and planned) , 'Paul , you like you're having a HARD day. Smile... it's all good!".

Holy shit and, what the fuck! If there had been a hole crawl into , I would have been there.

boss is a classy, attractive, athletic, divorced, middle aged , lady - but I will never, get involved with someone at work and least of all, BOSS! She had been totally professional with since I was assigned her team - but now? After work, and as people were leaving and she was bidding them a good night, she subtly made her way towards cubicle, as I was shutting down desktop .

'Soooo... You're on Insta Gram? What's your ?', she asked. ' I am on IG too' , she said, as she grinned at .

We talked for a bit. I gathered up knapsack, and bid her a good night. It was an exciting and fricken crazy afternoon! It was certainly the most original day I've ever had at work!

IG acquired a ' follower ' that night. It was a private - from Montreal- I don't usually follow back, private accounts. It's going be a weird day at work tomorrow.

©April 20 Paul P.
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