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Bathtime play.

I woke this morning with a sense of longing, feeling a bit foolish for resenting the job that, on rare occasions, takes you away from me. Thankful it is Friday, I shower, dress, and head for work. Through out the day my mind strays to you. In my dealings with clients, during lunch, and on the drive home it is you that consumes my mind. As I park the car I hope, against hope, that you will have returned a day early and I will find you waiting for me. My hopes die fast as I enter what I knew would be an empty house.

Jonathan discusses Emma’s sin with their preacher.

Jonathan woke early, well before the sun rose and stoked the fire so it was warm inside the home as Hester and Emma awoke. The two women got dressed, visited the outhouse and returned. Like every morning Emma dutifully greeted her father, “Good morning, Father,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Considering the night before, it as all Jonathan could do to look away and let her kiss him.

Hester served breakfast and the three of them ate in an uncommon silence that was only broken when Jonathan announced, “I have a pressing matter to discuss with the preacher after church this morning, so I will take leave of you two after services. You can walk home and Emma you can walk yourself to the school.”

Coiled in pleasure.

Toys had played no real roll with my first three lovers, but in the gap between the third and fourth, I was happily introduced to one of my favorite and enduring hobbies. Not quite as deep an attraction as my wife’s, who loves to spend a half hour or so with a vibrator on her clit, cumming several times at least. Often, the first time in 30 seconds or so. It is remarkable how little time it takes for her pussy lips to swell and deepen their perfect pinkness, and how wet she gets, a wonderful shininess over her ever so fuckable pussy. My wife indirectly learned how wonderful a vibrator can be through a couple I used to live with.

Lonely man finds a secluded masturbation paradise.

A few summers ago I discovered an island on one of the rivers in our city. I was riding my bike home after work on the bike path one hot day and I left the path, going down though the trees to the riverbank. The area all around, once away from the river and bike path, is an industrial area. So the spot where I was standing was quite secluded and though partially visible from the bike path, there weren’t many people passing at that time of day. The island was wild, covered in trees and brush. It was small, maybe a couple football fields in area, and close to the shore, maybe two car lengths away.

Exhausted fantasies.

Music: Pink [It's my new obsession]

Mood: Quixotic

August 18th, 2005

So I haven’t been able to masturbate for a few days, I’ve been so busy with work… Three fucking jobs, I’ve never worked this much in my life. By the time I get home I’m so fucking exhausted I don’t know what to do except write in my blog [sporadically, as you see] and then go to bed, only to wake up 4 hours later and go back to work.

God dammit.

I love this song, Steven Tyler’s voice makes my nipples hard. I think it’s his mouth, I can almost see his lips around one of my nipples when I close my eyes. I’ve often masturbated and thought about fucking him. I think about what it would be like to have him lift my legs up and put them on his shoulders and shove his cock in my ass. I wonder what his face would look like while he fucked me, those big sexy lips contorting into all kinds of shapes as his dick slid in and out of me. I wonder what his smile would look like and how much he would smile from hearing me scream. I wonder about the fucking he could give me.

Her new vibrator had awoken Cherie to other possibilities…

“(Note: This story follows from my earlier one, “Cherie’s new toy,” which was well received by those of you kind enough to vote. As long as the votes keep telling me people enjoy Cherie’s games, she’ll keep having them. The stories are self-contained, but anyone who enjoys this one might enjoy its predecessor.)”

Nearly two weeks had passed since Cherie, frustrated housewife and all-around nice girl , had obtained a vibrator. From the moment it had arrived she had been entranced. Early hesitations overcome, she had begun experiencing the most wild moments of her life. And boy, they had kept coming. So, for that matter, had she. Nowadays she could hardly wait for the moment each morning when Steven walked out the door, so that she could fly towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way, for a blissful hour’s pleasure with her new toy.