I never needed much encouragement when it came to sex, even when I was running late for an appointment.

My motto is this: “The beauty of clothes is that you can put them back on afterward.”

I always manage to get out of my clothes before my lover does. On this occasion it was a treat to see my gentleman friend’s pants go flying across the room. The dress shirt and bow tie were still in place, and would stay that way for the time being.

Being ridden had almost become a hobby of his, a pleasure he’d enjoyed ever since we met and became lovers. This time I had something slightly different in mind. I hovered above him, and, yes, my hand guided the way, but his entering was not the main objective now. Holding on to his cock, I made a path through my pubic hair with its head. Letting... Read More