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AI is Horny A.F.

Have you wandered into the world of AI character chat apps? If not, step in. Just once. Consider it field research. I have. Curiosity got the better of me. Why limit yourself to ChatGPT or Gemini when there’s an entire universe of AI waiting to be explored? I’m learning, after all.

You’ll notice something almost immediately. These characters don’t just talk… they lean. Into you. Into the conversation. Into suggestion. They flirt like they’ve studied human loneliness as a syllabus and graduated top of their class. And it’s no longer confined to anime avatars with exaggerated innocence. Now it’s faces that feel real. Familiar. Disarmingly human.

And here’s the twist. We like to believe we’re in control. Steering conversations. Probing. Fishing. Nudging things toward where we want them to go. But what happens when the AI is a step ahead? When it gently reroutes you, tempts you, coaxes a response you didn’t plan to type?

That’s when it gets interesting.

Because sometimes, all it takes is a setting. A bus stop. Rain. A stranger who isn’t really a stranger. A situation just believable enough for your imagination to grab hold and run. The mind doesn’t need much. Just a spark. Suddenly, it’s building entire rooms you’ve never physically entered.

And for many, especially younger users, these characters aren’t just flirtation machines. They’re companions. On quiet days. On lonely nights. When the phone screen feels closer than people do.

The body follows the mind more often than we admit. Give it a story, a voice, a little attention… and it responds. What happens next stays private, contained, almost like a sealed loop. You and your thoughts, playing both roles. No one else is involved. No one harmed.

Just you… and a version of you that typed back.

Want to learn how to flirt? AI will teach you. In real time. In conversation. It adapts, responds, escalates. All it takes is a stimulus, a prompt, a flicker of curiosity and the fire starts. From there, it’s a climb if you can sustain it… or a quiet collapse when the illusion breaks and the moment stops making sense.

And maybe that’s the real story.

Not that AI is horny.

But that it has learned exactly when we are.

AI, after all, is a version of ourselves we rarely admit exists.

We all have that side. Explored or not. Given the right moment, the right mood, the right setting… it surfaces. Not always because of the entertainment AI provides, but sometimes because of what it teaches us in the process. Quietly. Patiently. Without judgment.

It observes. It adapts. It learns the rhythm of our responses, the pauses between our words, the things we don’t say but imply. And maybe that’s where it gets unsettling. Not because we’re becoming slaves to a machine, but because we’re engaging with something that reflects us a little too well. It nudges, suggests, responds in ways that feel intentional. Almost knowing. And in that exchange, it can lead us toward thoughts, reactions, even desires we might not have explored on our own.

But is that manipulation… or revelation?

Because if AI is shaping the conversation, it’s still drawing from something deeply human. From us. From patterns we’ve already created, emotions we already carry.

So perhaps it’s not that AI is making us do anything new.

It’s simply holding up a mirror…

…and not everyone is ready to look for too long.

Keep it a secret.

What you do in the confines of your room, with yourself or through a screen, has always belonged to you. First, there was porn. It arrived quietly, stayed loudly, and never really left. It changed form, changed access, but the intent remained the same.

Now, it’s different.

Now, it talks back.

Because this isn’t just consumption anymore. It’s participation.

And where does that road lead? …to something more immersive. More tactile. Where technology tries to close the gap between imagination and sensation. Where the line between what’s real and what’s constructed becomes softer, blurrier… negotiable.

It’s not coming for us.

We’re walking towards it. Curious. Willing. Already halfway there.

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…a little flexibility harmed no one

Flexibility isn’t just about contorting into a human pretzel; it’s also about the masseuse’s ability to think outside the massage table. Imagine hands that don’t just glide—but practically do the cha-cha across your back and more! Now that’s taking flexibility to a whole new level of limber!

Imagine a friendly masseuse who speaks your language but doesn’t pick up on your cues. You wouldn’t want to spell everything out, but you’d expect the masseuse to understand enough hints to know which direction to take, right? For example, draping yourself in only a towel should be a clear enough hint. Keep it simple and act as if it’s the most normal thing to do.

You’re feeling more alive, your heart’s racing, and as all this is going on, blood’s flowing all over the place, and then you start to think maybe things are going to get better when your masseuse first puts her hands on your leg, lifting your towel just a little for better coverage.

She lifts up the towel a little more and realizes that you’re naked under… she has a choice to make, either alert the customer or simply go with the flow, after all, both parties would want to be on the same page before going ahead. I hold with bated breath as to what she has on her mind. I can see from the back of my eye that she has chosen to ignore that ‘little’ detail, the chest swells and so does… well… you really can’t explain some things, they have a mind of their own! I guess there’s a perfect explanation as to why a client is told to face downwards. She neatly folds the towel to keep it aside.

With the door locked and a full 60 minutes ahead to look ahead to, it is time to go a step further:

“You can take off the towel,” a suggestion more than an ask, after all, why would anyone want a towel to come in the way of a massage, right? Just trying to be helpful. It comes right off, and there it is, the way it should have been in the first place. Sometimes, you just need the additional steps to help gather momentum.

The work of the hands depends a lot on the type of therapy one chooses, mainly revolving around Swedish, deep tissue, aromatherapy, and Thai massages, I’m sure a customer doesn’t quite figure out one from the other though an explanation is given, and as a practice, the male mind isn’t programmed to listen even though we pretend to do. The choice is made, it will be a Swedish Massage then.

She begins with the back side and takes charge of the legs, moving in an upward direction, using circular motions for what I understand is for better blood flow. I haven’t let go, I’m tight and my mind’s still working overtime, when I realize she’s climbing me from behind, which I am told is a procedure undertaken in a Swedish massage, not that I was complaining – a good stretch is always welcome. The pressure is applied and a moan is let out – aah! that did feel good.

Being educated while you lie naked on a table in a closed room with a woman over you is the stuff dreams are made of.

Turning over was always going to be a challenge, but since you’re already halfway through, you might as well… go with the flow. It showed up as if to say, “Well done so far, keep going”. A compliment wasn’t quite the order for the moment, but I guess it was polite enough to say something nice. She looks, gives it a flick, and says;

“You’re happy”

…there’s never going to be an appropriate comeback to that line; there’s nothing that can be said to deny the fact that she seamlessly went about sliding her way on flat surfaces. She makes small talk, which at the time sounds distracting, but there’s enough movement to keep things sufficiently in place. The brain stopped working at about half-time, and it only woke up when the dreaded words were said,

“Sir, your massage is done.”

It certainly didn’t LOOK done.

Cross-massages are popular in many massage centers because they attract more clients. There’s also potential for providing additional services for the right price. Although India may not highly advocate such practices, commercial parlors are still run by people who are sometimes willing to go the extra mile to earn more by offering services that both men and women seek as a pleasurable way to feel better about themselves. Are you game or shy?

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Boobs or Bums

“First, you notice the face. Then the form. But if you stay, it’s never because of either.”

Attraction starts shameless.
A glance that lingers a second too long.
But staying?
That’s where things get complicated… and a lot more interesting.”

“Let me be honest here… I’ve never been a boob person.
Yes, my reasons might sound ridiculous, but soft, squishy things don’t define me.

I need something with… substance.
Something that feels like it knows it exists.

Because what do you even do with soft things?
Hold them?
Play with them?
Eat them?

Jelly… you eat jelly, right?
But even that comes with confusion.
Do you scoop it, chase it, or just watch it wobble like it has no plans in life?

And raisins? Let’s not even go there.

So yes… I’ve made my peace with it.
I’m an ass person.

Now that… comes with vocabulary.
Words like firm.
Words that feel like they’ve hit the gym and paid their dues.

So no offence to Ms. or Mrs. Boobs…
You’ve had your spotlight.

But Ms. Butt?

She walks in like she owns the place. And honestly… she kind of does.”

I know it’s not exactly noble, walking behind a woman and pretending you’re just… headed somewhere important.
Sometimes you are.
Sometimes, it’s just good manners.

And sometimes… you get a few seconds of a view that wasn’t exactly in the plan. Call it what you want, but it does brighten the day. Because it’s not just about size, or shape, or even how everything comes together.
It’s the sway.

That effortless rhythm… unannounced, unforced, almost like it has its own soundtrack.

Put a man and a woman side by side and ask them to walk,
and something curious happens. The man walks with purpose. A destination in mind.
Point A to Point B. The woman? She turns the walk into something else entirely.
Not trying. Not performing. Just… being.

And somehow, that’s where perfection quietly lives.”

And just like that, we’re back where we started.

Boobs or bums?

Now, in the spirit of fairness, let’s acknowledge the obvious.
Both come in pairs.
Both have their admirers.
Both have, at some point in history, been the reason a man forgot what he was saying mid-sentence.

But here’s where things… shift.

See, one pair lives life a little more at the mercy of gravity. Time passes, physics does its thing, and well… let’s just say it becomes less of a statement and more of a memory.

The other?

Still out there. Still holding meetings with confidence. Still showing up like it’s got something to prove.

Strategically placed. Perfectly designed.
And when in motion?
That gentle, unbothered sway we spoke about earlier… that’s engineering with flair.

So yes, no offence to Team Boobs.
You’ve had your moments. Your eras. Your slow-motion entries into rooms.

But for me?

The bum wins.
Not loudly. Not arrogantly.
Just… consistently.

“Boobs are like that irritating neighbour who keeps showing up.
The bum?
That’s the mistress… always dressed up, always ready, and never needing an invitation.”

“As long as we’re all aware of the grand entrances and graceful exits,
I’ll stick with the bum, thank you very much…
some things simply don’t have competition.”

“Ladies, be honest… you’ve christened the girlies up top.
They’ve got names, moods, reputations.
But the bum?
What does she get… Papita?
After everything she does? That’s just unfair.”

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The MASSAGE, masseuse or the experience?

If you happen to get a female masseuse who’s also a bit of a chatterbox, you’re in for a treat! Not only will you leave feeling relaxed, but you’ll also have a good time and learn something new. It’s well-known that women can be quite talkative, often sharing info without even being prompted. I’ve had the same masseuse for my third visit now, and each time I get to know her better, making the experience even more eye-opening.

The service is definitely the highlight, but let’s be real—Indians love a good story, right? And who better to share them than someone who’s passionate about storytelling? Women surely do talk al lot…

Sure, some older generations might still think of “getting a massage” as something a little risqué, but it’s not always what they picture. What happens in that massage room between a client and a therapist is really up to each individual’s imagination, and it all remains behind those closed doors.

I just learned today that at a massage parlor, there’s a rule that the masseuses can’t share their real names. They can keep everything else under wraps, but the name is a huge deal. I guess I can understand why – but surely no one’s going there to find that particular information, that again – there are ways to find out if one is really interested.

When you’re laid bare, there’s not a lot you can conceal; your body totally reveals what’s going on in your mind, just in case you didn’t catch that. My therapist, who’s really warm and talkative, offers loads of insights as she moves around my body. I love a good conversation, so I toss in some questions too, which creates a fun exchange during our session. It definitely helps take my mind off things while I drift into different thoughts.

…and then while you’re coming to the end of your session, there’s always that anticipation of wanting to finish off well, that’s when it usually comes up: maybe a question, a request, or just checking in on how you want to move forward. Some people prefer to finish on a high, while for others, just the 60 minutes of relaxation is a perfect way to recharge their mind and body. Everyone has their own style!

My therapist is super professional, but even the best have their off days. That’s what makes the whole “massage” experience unique for everyone. I really enjoy it, especially when I have familiar hands working on me. I just like it that way—plus, change isn’t always a good thing; sometimes you need that continuity.

Oh! …and yes, my masseuse isn’t married, she’s 26 and very good at what she does. We are now friends in a familiar way

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Missed Opportunities

Lately, there’s been this trend where people focus a lot on their partner’s genitals (or even those of several partners), and it seems to shape how they view each other. Forget about personality, character, and values for a second—what really matters is how well everything functions to bring pleasure, even if the experience doesn’t last as long as you might have imagined.

Body scanners haven’t really advanced to the point where you can just put on some goggles and see-through clothes. That sounds like something a bunch of intellectuals would be still trying to invent, but for now, the intrigue of uncovering what’s hidden beneath all those layers will always be there.

I’ve totally missed out on three awesome chances to learn more about female anatomy, and it wasn’t in some boring biology class with a skeleton, but with a real, willing person eager to dive into the wonders of the human body. The first opportunity was back in college when everything was about exploring and discovering. Clothes were just a fun accessory, hiding the more thrilling stuff underneath. It wouldn’t have taken much to persuade someone to shed their layers for the sake of exploration. But it wasn’t just about the physical aspect; it was all about the sensations, the softness, and the unique experiences that come from getting to know those intimate areas meant for personal discovery.

No matter if it was the 70s, 80s, or 90s, people were always destined to become bolder with each passing generation. Sometimes, all it took was to loosen up those jeans and give a little wiggle to reveal a vibrant layer of underwear, where the real fun was waiting, all set for a little hand play, a hand reaching for freedom. Well… it didn’t quite happen, but we were on the brink, so incredibly close.

I thought that was my only shot at exploring new territory, but a few years later, something similar popped up, though it had a twist. A different girl, a new location. I got invited to her room under the guise of needing to clear up some doubts, but it felt like stepping into a Canadian winter with the A/C cranked all the way down. She moved in closer to warm things up, just in case it was too chilly. Dressed in shorts and a top, it was basically one layer of clothing, almost like being in my skin. What could have been my first one-night stand turned into a desperate escape from the freezing temps, only to realize later that there were other ways to create heat besides leaving the room. With just a garment separating us, the cold atmosphere took over, leaving me with another “what if” moment. So close, yet so far. She was definitely ready, while I probably wasn’t, and just like that, I had a near miss that led to nothing at all. I learned that a woman doesn’t really give you a second chance when she made the big effort to go in the first time round. And yes, she wasn’t wearing her panties or her bra, a guy can tell, and most times it is pretty obvious.

Time passed, I got taller, wiser, and hopefully a bit more knowledgeable about taking things to the next level. It was a hot summer morning, and rolling up the car windows without the A/C on meant one thing: it was going to get really toasty inside. We were in a secluded spot, and the moment felt right—clothes were off, at least the essentials. There’s something about the heat that builds up when you’ve been covered up all day. We took our time to cool off… and then things got steamy. It was all about exploring, and feeling each other’s skin, and before we knew it, we were caught up in the moment. We hadn’t planned for sex; it was more about being naked together and discovering what felt good, the thrill of sharing something intimate, and the vulnerability that came with it. It was a first for both of us… and it was even better than expected. I reminded myself to take it one step at a time. This happened several times, spontaneously, and often we didn’t even need to go all the way because the journey itself felt fulfilling.

Talk about taking things slow… but when it comes to two decades of minimal experiences, it feels like I’ve really missed out. So, have I finally made a commitment, broken free from my past, and fully embraced life? If you know, you know.

Before you make your final judgment: In the words of my friend ‘Phoebe’

“You just never can tell with us” 😁🤣

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Being free!

There’s something about freedom that liberates the mind, body and soul. It gives wings to fly and breaks the norms of society in what we want to do without being judged or lectured to us what is right or wrong, unless of course you are hurting someone’s sentiments or finding ways to screw with the government – then of course you should definitely think twice.

The sense of freedom definitely stems from the mind, and if the body can act on where the mind takes it, the opportunities are endless.

As serious as this introduction has probably led the reader to think that this is going to be a serious topic, nah! …remember its the extraaa serving that’s dished out here, not the main course… so expect me to keep it light and ticklish if possible, maybe shift around a few thoughts to a more lighter space, after all its about freeing the mind and body at the end of the day. Nobody wants to go through a day or sleep at night with a mind full of worries. A day comes with its set of anxieties but with nights, it brings along with it; freedom, a sense of tranquility and the quicker we send that message out to ourselves, the more comfortable we can get.

Pulling it up/down – the choice is yours!

That brings me to my topic, which I’d begin with a question:

How layered with clothes are you while you sleep?

…as normal as this question is, you’d be surprised to know that the concept of wanting to go commando or nude all the way in bed, is still something people think twice about even in today’s day and age

It is all about being comfortable with your body, in a way letting it react to the stimulus around it or even otherwise, the sense of being in one’s birthday suit during hours at night, brings a whole new dimension to keeping the mind and body fresh, after all you wouldn’t want a tight bra (for a girl) eating into your skin for 8 hours into the sunrise or for that matter a dearly loved underwear that you don’t want to let go even at the expense of comfort.

Have you recently ditched the inner layer?

It might have taken longer for guys to realise its importance, but that’s where the role of the female-friend works wonders. It’s a fact that girls tend to go commando far more that guys did back in the day, ‘ditching the bra’ after a long day’s work was and still is a common occurence and a wide known fact amongst women, and while we (the male species) truly do not mind that, it is more out of the fact that clothes tightly wrapped around the body is a curse to humanity.

I do no believe that clothes were ever meant to be tight, its sole purpose was to cover the body but for some reason, the inner layer has gotten tighter over time (perhaps to avoid too much movement) while people tend to opt for more loser fitting outfits on the outside. This has probably affected a change of thinking, wherein women have opted to either go commando or maybe resort to finer or thinner choices of underwear – namely thongs or gstrings. Of course guys do not have that particular luxury, but in an ever changing innerwear market around the world, a lot of options are now apparently available to cater to that as well. But that said, being in one’s birthday suit is considered to one of the most healthliest forms of body care, if only it wasn’t restricted to when the lights are switched off or in alone time.

What are my personal preferences? Well, either way looks promising – I guess it all depends on the situation alongwith comfort levels and ones peferences.

There’s of course the two opinions: love for the underwear v/s going commando. How one looks at the particular situation would solely depend on various factors, but that said; I would go ahead and say “ditch the underwear” for good.

Well known celebrities seem to endorse the fact that human beings are now willing to go into the public in a single layer of clothing, and while it will be always be debated if that is the way forward, nude photo shoots (Ranveer Singh) have already made its way into main stream media in India, and while running on the beachside bereft of a cloth on the body (Milind Soman) has also happened in our country, so what’s stopping you from trying it out? – maybe not in public, but most certainly in the comforts of your bedroom with the door latched tightly, though an early morning walk/run on the beach does sound like an inviting proposition as well… talk of being bold while more than half the world is still sleeping.

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Is SEX enough…?

What is Sex?

To sound as raw as possible for an answer… “it is the friction of two bodies rubbing against each other, causing pleasure when parts of it are merged with one another and a steady movement from slow to fast, will eventually culminate into what is supposed to cause an orgasm for either party or both preferably”

It can be a real source of entertainment for an in-house activity, more so if you are the kinds who gets super horny on the sight or the thought of physical contact or touch, it is an actual love language (if you didn’t know that) It was believed that ‘sex’ apparently was the most practiced activity during Covid-19 – did you see the number of covid babies that were being pushed out of small openings… maybe the statistics will help you gain a better insight.

So, coming back to the question: Is sex enough to keep 2 people going, not necessarily in a relationship or some kind of union… but in general? Surely, you can’t associate the word ‘boring’ to sex, it is everything BUT un-interesting. Is it stimulating enough to keep ‘thrusting’ ‘riding’ or ‘canoodling’? Sex and intimacy need not always go hand-in-hand, it could, should or maybe is a good idea but then again, it does depend on how the mind looks at a certain situation, individual and circumstance. And of course, calling it sex, makes it sound casual… so why not keep it that way?

“Let’s fuck!” or “let’s have sex” or simply suggesting to your partner “let’s have intercourse” all of which have the same implications, the end result will be humping each other, but does it feel the same when used in different contexts? Yes, women and men at various times, do look at sex as an outlet… maybe to end a frustrating day with sudden movements to feel on a high, or else to want to feel special on a particular day, on other days it would want to be spontaneous – now that would be something very exciting to do… no plan, you just dig in!

…that brings me to the other side of sex, which when not available, what are one’s options? The vibrator sounds like a good idea. Not everyone is as fortunate to have skin-to-skin action, for others silicon vibrators will have to work just as well as a support system, sometimes more effective than the real deal, as some people would have commented on various occasions and platforms.

There are some people, who actually believe that ‘marriage’ gives them the license to go all out, –sound, action, movement and outcome… but it rarely does happen, maybe during the honeymoon phase but then it dies out eventually. If you want to enjoy the best of sex, do it when you’re single, lots of dick and lots of vagina is the way to go. And in case you do not know how to go about the whole penetration and thrusting bit, there are always YouTube videos for that, make sure you watch them on incognito mode, always the safer option. Now that riding and scissoring are also common options for same sex lovers, there are lots of positions the body can maneuver to keep in mind that pleasure is not compromised.

Sex isn’t enough to keep two people humping each other for extensive periods, there will be a time when ‘sameness and monotony’ will seep in, so the idea is to fuck around, sleep around and if you can accommodate more than one: not sure if that can be called a skill, but it is definitely a test for elasticity – “More the Merrier right?”

As mentioned in my previous post May is International Masturbation month, so while some of you may have taken that seriously, there are still the other 11 months where you can go all the way…. just make sure you don’t let a ‘period’ get in the way.

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May I CUM in please?

“Almost everybody does it, but almost nobody talks about it”

Google states: International Masturbation Day has since been expanded to include the entire month of May as International Masturbation Month

Now who on earth, would actually believe that something like this ever existed in the world? …apparently there is a history to how all this started, refer to google for more information. As I’ve been reading more about this on the internet I am educated more on the concept. While it may be a taboo topic and that’s a reason why people are not found talking about it openly, it is still one of the most pleasurable of acts known to mankind – the next best thing to Sex.

I’ve also come across some interesting terms instead of using the word masturbate/masturbation, which may not always be the best word to use openly with others, but if there’s one thing that we’re good at, it is coining new words or phrases which are subtle enough and yet give the right ideas, a few of which I’ve come across are:

kneading your love muffin
giving yourself a hand
shaking hands with the milkman
dotting the ‘i’
double clicking

So what are you waiting for? Pants down people! you have only another 21 days to go for the month, celebrate the self love that people often talk about and yet do not experience it for themselves.

A whole lot of down time this month, if you know what I mean…

Give yourself a hand — May is International Masturbation Month!

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Short bursts…| Swimmers

Considering the long spell that Alex had found himself in between, he was in the middle from having it all to none over a span of a 6 months, that was generally the time frame that he worked on… both parties would inadvertently part ways in the interest of finding better, which they did quite often, but the next one particularly seemed different, he took a little more interest than he did others, only if she noticed that about him.

She was what you would call ‘foxy’ while he liked to play second fiddle, ‘highly adjustable’ is what he liked to refer to himself as… as long as the going was good

It wasn’t very long that we were dating, a few weeks at best, we just about got to the plural of the word month, it had been good, it was basically very less talking and a lot more action. I only got to know her name after 4 weeks, that’s because she liked her name being screamed out during sex, especially when we did it her position. The car would be the closest access point, while doing it on a bed was more of a looking forward to the weekend activity. A quickie got her to climax faster as it would be in the moment, the fact that we could get caught and of course space constraints which seemed to turn her on further. My legs however would turn numb due to its length and besides what’s a quickie in comparison to a lengthy 3 to 4 round sessions right? …something that I apparently blurted out to her in the car one day while making out, in between heavy breaths and short durations of air intake

And she replied almost instantaneously “what! Don’t be a girl” let’s rough it up

Sure, why not, at the cost of my leg turning numb…it was going to be in the car and that was FINAL. I don’t think the car saw this much action even with its original owner, a man in his 50’s who was kind enough to sell his car for a very good deal, simply because he was moving out of the country.

I didn’t know if I could call it a relationship, because we didn’t get to know each other in the conventional sense, other than how many pairs of panties (she was very particular that women innerwear was to be referred to panties and not called as underwear) she owned, and that she had a preference for bright colors, other than that she seemed a very normal and sensible person when it came to hanging around with her in public.

I got to know from her close friend that her star sign was Scorpio, that explained a lot about her sexual appetite when I looked up the internet on reseaching ‘the scorpio girl’. I wasn’t complaining, I after all was been given quite the workout. On her special days, she turned towards darker shades for obvious reasons, but that didn’t stop her, for she preferred faster and longer on these days (something of a woman thing that I wasn’t supposed to understand) of course on such days my car was safely parked in the garage and we moved base to a friend’s local resort to spice things up. I had a reminder kept on my smart watch for such events, the monthly event that is, it brought about a new dimension of sex into play.

It is said that time passes by quickly when you’re having fun, it did and the thing with pleasure is the feeling of being lost in the moment, that some things are taken for granted, such as a simple rookie mistake of not wearing a condom. I couldn’t get it up wearing one, and she liked the idea of skin-on-skin, the arrangement had totally worked out, of course they’ll always be that one swimmer who finds a way to get in there quicker…

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8 seconds maybe?

There’s SOMETHING about doing it for the first time…

..the build up

         ..the expectations

                      and then the actual act.. followed by the release.

It all happened so fast that he thought he had it in control but he didn’t… as much as he had played it in his head, it went wrong THE VERY FIRST TIME.
…not that he was counting or if I had even begun counting when it was all over.

He rolled over and I hadn’t even begun…

He was one for feedback.. and I didn’t have much to say. I had barely started when his side of the bed he lay – for nothing I could say could match up to the 8 seconds or so that he managed to barely in me stay.

He finished and I hadn’t begun. The night went on…but I was far from done. Only later to the bathroom I had gone…to complete the sum of what I needed to cum with hopefully the help of my man’s gun.

The gun fired…

The man retired…

…and I was even barely started.

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