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Slurpy_1

Trust me. We’re going to need a Towel!

This happened not long after my encounter with Dave and Marcy.

I sat there nervously, playing with my pint as the allotted hour approached. I’d arranged to meet Yvonne at the Scarborough Taps, because of its proximity to Leeds train station. And then she walked in a denim dress, press studs for fastening. Easy access, I cheekily thought. Introductions over, I went and got drinks, and we got to chatting. There was that nervous tension you get on the first meeting, especially when the...

HornyTodger

The ‘Play’: Master’s voice.

'His' thoughts during the moment of intimacy. 2 of 2

This tender flesh, this soft, silky skin between my fingers. The place where her thigh meets her groan, this shallow indent is the place where I love to taste. My hands feel naturally guided around this valley, circling its perimeter as I peruse the tender sweet-spot in the centre. I move my head forwards to smell this landing zone, the heat radiating from her skin licks at the tip of my nose, as if a spark zaps the gap....

HornyTodger

The ‘Play’: Mate's voice.

'Her' thoughts during the moment of intimacy. 1 of 2

“Aaargh”, expiring the air from my lungs I have announced my bodily pleasure. His touch stops at the sound, a sudden response to this vocal acknowledgement of his work. His hand returns to my thigh and continues the sweeping circular movement that had just revealed my satisfaction. Each periodic swipe returning closer to my labium with a flick that sends a response like lightning inwards and into my core. His fingertips m...

Racingpoint

It’s a Hard Life (part 3)

It became a different kind of package holiday when I found myself involved in an unexpected age-gap tryst

Here’s a fond memory from a holiday a few years back. I was in my twenties, newly single and had come on a Spanish resort holiday with a couple of mates. I had been looking forward to relaxing, so when my friends headed into town on the first night I decided to stay back at the hotel and just read my book on the terrace. As I lay on the sun lounger thinking about dinner, I heard an upper-class English man’s voice nearby:...