Ever had a bad one? Me neither.... but the one I'll always remember was courtesy of Heather, the policeman's daughter! I had a place of my own quite early, which was a boon, met Heather at a party, I was 19 and she was probably 17. Her eyes lit up when I asked: 'Come back to my place?', hasty phone calls to her friends for alibis and she was staying the night.. And boy, what a night! Freed from worry freed her from inhibition... she wanted cock every which way and then some, and who was I to refuse! She had delightful teenage 'puppy dog' tits, but my abiding memory was of her mouth c… 続きを読む

Just an appreciation of some women whose memory makes me hard..... Best Handjob! That award goes to Sue, my one and only 'married' liaison. Her choice, mind, whilst holidaying in France with hubby and neighbours she'd caught her old man in the showers with wifey..... so, straight home to get some 'sauce for the gander!' As a 'young, dumb and full of cum' workmate, I was lucky enough to get that job, two nights boxing training and two at martial arts left me as fit as a butcher's dog, with stamina aplenty. She fucked me ragged, but my lasting memory was of the night she turned up and s… 続きを読む

I let you subside before coming up for air, the heat and your juices have soaked my face and the cool air is welcoming as I escape the blankets.. No sooner have I emerged than a mouth fastens on to mine.... no.. no.. NO... this isn't the deal!.... No emotions... Just physical.. OK! I push you away and lie back, hoping you understand, not wishing to upset. As if in answer a hand closes round my erection, experience showing as it starts moving, pumping the loose flesh firmly but not too tightly... moving just far enough to tease my ballsac at one end of the stroke, then stretch my glans… 続きを読む

I drag my knuckles along the length of your spine, the with fingers start tracing the outline of your body. From neck to tailbone.. shoulders to waist... hips to knees.. my fingers wander, firm yet gentle, insistent yet reassuring. You move, turning towards me you reach for my cock but I push you away, urging you to lie back as I venture further. My hands now trace your breasts, I acknowledge the erect nipples but don't linger as I keep moving, dragging up the inside of your thigh I cross to the other, the back of my hand noting damp hair as it brushes against your cunt..... again, I don'… 続きを読む

The drive over was surreal, my mind everywhere but on the traffic, our first 'meet' and I still couldn't believe this was really happening. The only thing remotely real was my erection, heavy and thick, uncomfortably wet and a constant reminder of why I was here. We'd started with e-mails, both looking for something we didn't expect or hope to find... me, long time single, too burnt out on my failed marriage but too careful for 'casual'. Missing the freedom and familiarity of a regular partner, and the thrill of another's hand or body. You... widowed for years, a well meaning family ha… 続きを読む