This Moment

It was years ago when she reached out to me via Facebook. She was living and working in Los Angeles and had been digging through some old things from high school when she found pictures of us together. We dated in high school, breaking up when I left for college. She went to college for a while, joined the military, then kicked around until she found her way to civil engineering in LA. Divorced, mother of two grown children, unsure when her love life would bloom again. I was back in Indiana, a married parent, and excited by her contact. She recalled our dates, our experiments in love, our breakup. We stayed in touch after that initial Facebook conversation. A year or so later, she said she was coming home to see family. Could we meet and have a drink? The visit was arranged and I met her at her hotel. The years had been generous with her. Her blonde hair was nearly platinum. Her skin tanned. She'd put on a few pounds but then so had I. We spent a few hours together, having a beer

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By the time they walked through the door of the Big Nerd's penthouse apartment late on a Saturday night, Mia's face hurt. She'd had her 100-watt smile turned on all through dinner, trying to make it look as though she were hanging on his every word, and the muscles in her cheeks were feeling the strain. She wasn't even sure it had been worth the effort since he'd spent most of the evening staring at her breasts. That was fine with Mia. She could tell that he was hooked, that all he could think about now was how much he wanted to play with her big tits and get inside her panties. She had him where she wanted him. The man's name was Ed Bingley, though she always thought of him as the Big Nerd. She'd met him a two weeks earlier at a talk he gave on his innovative communications software, a product now used by almost every major corporation in the world. By his mid-twenties, Ed was earning millions of dollars a year; by the time he was 30, he was billionaire.

He nearly had all the papers in his case when he stopped, looked at me, and said. "If you really want to do this, you will have other men in the room, and they will sometimes have their cocks very close to you, maybe even right near your face." He waited till these words had sunk in. "There will be a lot of sex and a lot of cum, and a man or even one of the ladies, may even ask you to suck a cock." He stopped talking once more to gauge my facial expression. His head tilted questioningly waiting for a reaction from me. I thought about it for a brief minute, and replied. "Of course, Sir. I was ok with that. It was just sex. I'm not gay or anything. A man is a man. We are all built the same, so, sure I am ok with it." I must admit, at that time, even though I didn't want to be called gay, the thought of being near another man's naked cock was something that I didn't think I had a problem with. I went quiet as he looked at the door of the stu

I got home from work a little after 5, and it took 30 seconds before my phone rang. "Hello lover, how are you?" Roxanne's warm voice purred at me. "Feeling better now that I am hearing your sexy voice." "My parents are fast asleep, I picked them up at the airport at 3 PM, it was a very tiring flight, and they will be getting over jet lag. They are basically dead to the world, and since your iceberg is not home yet, I'll be right over." In less than a minute, I heard the knock on the door, looked out, and saw Roxanne smiling at me, I quickly let her in. She stepped up, and growled, "Yeah, you want my cunt, don't you? Maybe I don't feel like it! If you want it, you'll have to take it!" She marched past me haughtily, my eyes following her hungrily. Roxanne was wearing a tight skirt that climbed 6 inches above her knees, a tight silk blouse that accentuated the fact that she was bra-less, outlining her figure, the firm up-thrust

I've been thinking about this moment for as long as I've known you... You have a calmness about you that eases me, relaxes me and makes me think of no one else but you. I can't believe I'm doing this, wanting you this way... being here when I know I shouldn't... I take a deep breath as you come near. You're so gentle; your touch so soft, almost giving pause as if to ask permission. You put your hands on me, knowing exactly how I like it... like you know me, like this has happened before... I thought I was in control until you stepped in front of me. I'm scared, I know it but I don't care... I'm addicted, and I feel something stirring. It was how you looked at me, a hungry possessiveness present in your stare... you have passion in your eyes as you grab me and pulling me in for an alarmingly comfortable kiss. My heart is racing and suddenly I'm feeling like it's too hot in here for clothes. Were both desperately moaning, yearning for each oth