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True Love

Despite the heat I was feeling from behind, a cooling February breeze was blowing in off the blue water below, sweeping across the condo balcony and entering through the open sliding-glass doors, disturbing, no doubt, the veil-like curtains flanking them. I looked mostly at the pillow below, its satiny case a kind of silver in color. Silver-grey. With each thrust I moaned, involuntarily, while beginning to wonder, as the pleasurable minutes ticked away, if my lover was growing tired of the endless vocalizing. Some guys, in my experience, the dominant type in particular, didn't like it. "Shut up!" "Yes. Yessir." My new friend said nothing, however. He just fucked away, his tempo fast, relentless, though not overly forceful. He seemed to stop just shy of pounding into me each time—pounding me into the headboard—for which I was grateful. It made it more like love-making than a mere, desperate fuck. It was artful, his technique. We'd met on the beach what seem...
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Dishes

Such a gorgeous Saturday. You had to leave for a bit to take care of some things at the office, so I was on my own until the afternoon. I was really hoping you would be back quickly; my favorite part of the weekend is spending time with you in bed. Talking, cuddling, touching and kissing. Simply the best thing ever. Laying there without you wasn't the same. I rolled over and grabbed your pillow; I buried my face in it and breathed in your scent. My favorite smell. I knew I couldn't stay in bed all day, so I gave your pillow one last squeeze and sniff and sat up. I reached for the cup of coffee you brought me before you left and sipped it for a few moments before finally getting out of bed to get my day started. I grabbed your shirt off the back of the chair and pulled it over my head without unbuttoning it. Grabbed my coffee and set off to get some chores done while you were gone. I quickly made some breakfast, then cranked up the radio and got started straightening everythin...
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My Weekend Workout Pt. 01

It's the mid 70's. I'm at the height of my physical wellbeing. I do circuit-weight training and swim laps for an hour every morning during the week. On the weekend I bike 15 miles both days. I'm a slim, trim, well-built healthy and horny young man. I've been told I'm handsome. Oh yes, my cock. It's a nice cock, 7 inched hard. And yes, hard, that is its normal state most of the time. It only takes a passing thought or a look at a woman with a nice ass and shapely legs or a view of a man with sporting a nice bulge for a package. Aside from seeing a hot body, I love and am turned on by all things shiny. There's nothing hotter than an outfit of spandex, lycra, rubber, leather, or silk. They were sexy as hell to look at and even more sexy to wear. I loved seeing the outline of a nice cock inside of these tight shiny fabrics. My mouth would water and my cock would get hard. I loved wearing speedo's to swim and lycra outfits to bike. From my exercise regi...
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