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Sexy Short Story: Want Some Company?

The following is a sexy short story I came up with while in the shower. When you read it, you’ll probably understand why. Enjoy!

“Ugh…what a day,” Marilyn Mitchell groaned to herself.

She must have said those words no fewer than ten times since leaving work. Her shift at the hospital had ended less than an hour ago, but it might as well have been a whole year. That was what every shift felt like these days. Being a nurse at a major hospital was difficult enough, but being one during a global pandemic was a special kind of hardship.

Nothing could’ve prepared Marylin for all this. Prior to March of 2020, she had settled into a stable routine. She knew she wanted to be a nurse back in middle school. Her Aunt Nancy had been a nurse. Her mother, who died of cancer when she was young, spent her final days in the care of dedicated nurses. She understood that the job came with challenges. Teachers and doctors constantly warned her that she would encounter death, disease, and gruesome injuries. She’d confronted all of that during her training and passed with flying colors.

But then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit. That brought her into uncharted territory. She thought she was tough enough to make it through this kind of crisis. Now, she questioned that assumption.

“So much death…so much suffering…so much anger, hate, and denial,” Marilyn mused as she drove through the dead of night. “How are we supposed to handle all this?”

She used to ask those questions with tears in her eyes. But after these past few months, she found herself unable to shed more than she already had. This past night had already drained her. The hospital recorded the most deaths in eight months. She and the other nurses had to stay three hours beyond their shift in order to help the staff carry dead bodies to the morgue. She hadn’t even been paid overtime for that. But that still wasn’t the hardest part.

Gripping the steering wheel of her car, Marilyn fumed as she drove down the vacant streets. It was two in the morning and she should’ve been too tried to be angry. But even in her current state, she fought to contain her rage.

“It didn’t have to be like this,” she mused. “We have vaccines. They’re free. They work. But all these people – these selfish, arrogant people – they just won’t get them. And then they blame people like me when they get sick!”

Marilyn muttered a long string of curses as she turned into her neighborhood. She kept replaying the worst parts of her day. Time and again, she encountered a very sick patient who had entered the final stages of COVID-19.

They were coughing uncontrollably.

They couldn’t breathe without help.

Their body was failing them with each passing moment.

And it all could’ve been avoided if they’d just gotten the damn vaccine. Even as Marilyn treated them, they tried to make excuses. She’d heard every last one of them, from crazy conspiracy theories to political rants. And when she explained to them what was happening due to their decision, they got so angry. They looked for someone to blame. But the only ones nearby were her and her fellow nurses.

A couple hours ago, this young man who couldn’t be older than her cussed her out for 20 minutes straight. He claimed she was killing him by trying to give him the medicine he needed to stay alive. He thrashed and kicked, hitting her right in the jaw at one point. He even tried to spit in her face, but was so weak he couldn’t.

Marilyn still treated him as best she could. Eventually, the man passed. Then, she had to tell the man’s family. And their response was to attack her with an empty bottle of hand sanitizer, claiming she’d murdered her son for government grant money. Even though they got arrested, the echoes of their words lingered.


Marilyn pulled into the driveway of her home. Even after turning the engine off, she sat there in silence for a few moments. She just took deep breaths and sobbed until the angry voice passed. Once the echoes faded, she exited the car and entered her house.

The silence of her home was welcome. Not surprisingly, it was pitch black. Her husband of four years, Tyler, was nowhere to be seen. That was to be expected. His shift had ended eight hours ago. He worked as a mechanic for emergency vehicles. That was actually how they’d met. She’d been in the ambulance he rode in during his first week on the job.

Marilyn smiled at the memory, missing the days before the pandemic when things weren’t so dire. That was when two people could find each other while saving lives. She worried those days were long gone and would never return.

“If only…” she said with a sigh.

Setting her things aside and kicking off her shoes, Marilyn ventured upstairs. She moved quietly, so as not to wake her husband. She arrived at the door the master bedroom, which was already cracked open. Upon opening it carefully, she saw that her husband was fast asleep.

From the looks of it, he had a rough day too. He wasn’t even in his sleeping pants. If the strewn clothes on the floor were any indication, he’d just stripped down to his boxers and collapsed on bed the second he got home. Marilyn wondered just how bad it got, knowing how short-staffed they were with ambulance staff. She decided not to dwell.

“Tyler,” she said under her breath, “at least we share this burden together.”

Letting out another tired sigh, she made her way towards their shared bathroom. As much as Marilyn wanted to crawl into bed with him, she hadn’t bathed in over a day. On top of that, she reeked of death and medical waste. No matter how tired she was, she needed a shower.

She couldn’t strip out of her clothes fast enough. She didn’t even bother throwing them in the hamper. She just turned the shower on, waited for the water to warm up, and got in. As soon as the hot water hit her naked body, an overdue feeling of relaxation came over her.

“Finally,” Marilyn said. “That helps…to a point.”

For a while, she didn’t even begin washing herself. She just stood there under the hot torrent of water, letting it soak her from head to toe. It finally rid her of that grimy feeling that had followed her from the hospital. But she felt far from clean, let alone content.

A heavy tension lingered within her. Closing her eyes, Marilyn hugged her shoulders and tried to shut out the horrors of the past 24 hours. She kept seeing the faces of the sick and dying. She kept hearing their anguish and outrage. Instead of gratitude and understanding, her patients were so hostile and uncompromising. They didn’t think nurses and doctors were there to help them through this pandemic. They thought they were the cause of it.

Everything about it was absurd, not to mention insulting. Never before had she felt such hate and anger directed towards her. Marilyn had spent her entire adult life trying to help people and heal them in their time of need. Being resented for this effort was yet another painful side-effect of the COVID-19 pandemic. Sadly, there was no treatment for it.

“All the hate, anger, and death,” Marilyn mused, “I just don’t know if I can…”

Her words trailed off as she continued soaking. She must have stayed under the water for a good five minutes or so. She would’ve stood there much longer had she not felt a presence enter the shower.

“Hey. What some company?” asked a concerned voice.

Marilyn opened her eyes, jarred from her distressed state. She was so lost in thought that she hasn’t heard anyone enter the bathroom. But she quickly recognized the voice, as well as the touch.

It was Tyler. She would’ve recognized it, regardless of her current state.

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like that.”

“I know that tone,” Tyler said. “Sounds like you need it more than usual.”

“Sometimes, I hate how perceptive you are.”

“Is this one of those times?”

“No. It’s not.”

He slipped in closer, wrapping his powerful arms around her from behind. Marilyn let out a soft sigh upon feeling his naked skin touch hers. The distinct, unmistakable sinews of his body meshed with hers. It was always so soothing and comforting. Tyler supplemented that feeling even more by lovingly grazing his hands over her torso, paying special attention to her hips, breasts, and neck. Even in her distressed state, his touch sent shivers coursing through her body.

It felt good.

It was just what she wanted.

I was just what she needed.

Her husband knew her body well. He also knew when she needed his love most. Tonight was definitely one of those nights.

“I take it you had a rough shift,” he said, resting his chin on her shoulders as she stood with him under the water.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Marylin said.

“Want to talk about it? Or just vent?”

“Don’t know. Do you want to hear about 25-year-old girl dying in my arms? All while cursing me out because I asked if she’d been vaccinated?”

“I’ll listen if that’ll help,” said Tyler.

“Even if it’s only the fifth worth thing I saw tonight?”

This time, he paused. Tyler knew better than most that nurses saw some awful stuff in the ER. Between the stories his mother told and the stories Marilyn had shared, what qualified as awful seemed to skew more with each passing year. And the COVID-19 pandemic had only skewed it even more.

Even so, that never stopped him from being there for her.

“The offer still stands,” he finally said. “I’ll risk it for you.”

Marilyn sighed, managing a half-smile. She finally turned around to face her lover. When she saw his concerned eyes, she sensed more worried than usual. She attempted to alleviate her husband’s concern, caressing his unshaven face and slipping deeper into his embrace.

“Just hold me, Tyler,” Marilyn said to him. “Stand here…and hold me.”

“I can do that too,” said Tyler with a weak smile.

A soft, yet comfortable silence came over them. He kept his arms securely around her, resting his chin on her shoulder again while the water poured over their naked bodies. Marylin just savored his warmth, placing her head up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat within the steamy environment.

Feeling his body, absorbing his love, and sharing this quiet moment stood in stark contrast to what she’d experienced mere hours ago. Instead of the deathly cold of the hospital, she was in this warm world of contentment. After another terrible day, surrounded by endless death, she was alive and well with the man she loved.

It was a prefect counter. On most nights after a hard shift, this was all Marilyn needed to reclaim her strength and soul. But this was different. Tonight, she needed something more than just a comforting embrace.

She subtly communicated that need to her lover. While in his arms, she began pawing his back, tracing paths with her fingers down the muscles she knew so well. She also gently rubbed her thigh up against his, making brief contact with his penis. Tyler definitely noticed that. Her gestures became even less subtle when she drew him into a soft kiss. At that point, he clearly got the message.

“Tyler…” Marilyn said as soon as their lips parted.

“Yes, love?” he said with an incredulous grin.

“I need you to do more than just hold me…a lot more.”

His grin widened and he caressed the side of her face. Regardless of the hour or the situation, Tyler was not the kind of man to leave his wife’s needs unmet.

“Yeah…I can do that too,” he said.

He kissed her again. This time, his embrace evolved into impassioned foreplay. He slipped his hands down to her lower body, reaching between her thighs to caress the outer areas of her sex. That sent more shivers through her body. Those sensations became even hotter when he slipped two fingers into her folds, carefully touching the areas he knew got her aroused.

That evoked a soft moan of arousal and contentment. She was already trembling in his grasp. But she didn’t make Tyler do all the work. She returned the favor by adding some foreplay of her own, kissing back with more tongue while rubbing her thigh against his groin even harder.

It wasn’t long before he was erect and she was moist. Hearts raced and breathing became ragged. The steamy environment helped create a uniquely sensual ambience. The need for physical relief mirrored the need for mental relief. And in Marilyn’s experience, making love to her husband was the best medicine any overworked nurse could ask for.

“Tyler…take me,” she gasped.

He answered with a determined grunt. That was his way of telling her to brace himself. Because she was about to get the kind of loving that only a dedicated husband could offer.

In a show of uncanny strength for this hour, he grasped her hips and guided her towards the far end of the shower. From there, he pinned Marilyn to the wall. The feeling of cold linoleum against her back helped build the anticipation. Now holding onto his arms for leverage, she gazed lovingly at him as he lifted her leg and positioned himself at just the right angle.

Like a reflex or a carefully honed skill, Tyler guided his hips towards her until the tip of his cock pressed up against her outer folds. A careful maneuver followed, his hard manly flesh penetrating her moist womanly depths. From there, their bodies and their desires did the rest. And they began making love.

“Oh my God!” Marilyn gasped. “Yes…that’s it. That’s what I need.”

“Mmm…and I love giving it to you,” Tyler grunted.

He hastened his movements, getting in closer to maximize the body contact in between thrusts. Marilyn’s gasps and moans intensified. She clung harder to his arms and buried her face in his shoulder, focusing on every wondrous sensation that followed.

Together, their naked bodies moved and jived, flesh complementing flesh with every motion. The pace wasn’t too fast or chaotic. That wasn’t her and Tyler’s style. Given the nature of their works, they had always favored the steadier, smoother brand of sex. There was a time and a place for a rowdy romp. This wasn’t it. This was the time for tender, caring lovemaking.

“Love…emboldens life,” Marilyn found herself saying repeatedly.

The same mantra that her hospital had preached to a whole new meaning. Before long, it had just been a slogan meant to offer strength in the face of hardship. Now, in the throughs of passion, it carried even greater weight.

She and Tyler continued making love, even as hot steam filled their bathroom. Their bodies slick with moisture, every movement seemed so effortless. From the way their naked skin grinded to the smooth slithering of his manhood inside her womanhood, it all felt so wonderfully intimate. It brought Marilyn to a much better place, mentally and physically, than she’d been earlier that night.

Eventually, the succession of sensual sensations escalated. The internal and external feelings of sex sent Marilyn down the path of orgasm. Even in her stressful state, the feeling built up inside her. It also helped that Tyler knew all her little quirks. From how he nibbled around her neck to how he angled his thrusts, he hit all the right spots.

At some point in their lovemaking, he pulled away and turned her around so that she was pressed up against the wall, her perky butt facing him while he stood behind her. From there, Tyler thrust back into her and stepped up the pace even more. The wet smacking sound of his pelvis colliding against her butt echoed throughout the bathroom. He even reached around and used his fingers to stimulate her clit, giving her an even greater boost in her journey to ecstasy.

“Tyler! Ooh Tyler! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Marilyn gasped.

“Me too, my love. Me too,” he gasped, leaning in to whisper directly into her ear.

His deep, loving voice helped her complete the journey. Like arriving atop the summit of a mountain, she took that final step. From there, her world became awash with the raw ecstasy of their love.

“Ohhhh yes!”

Marilyn’s euphoric cry filled the bathroom as the orgasmic rush washed over her. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and raked her nails down the walls of the bathroom. Hot waves of pleasure surged through her, the inner muscles of her vagina contracting around her lover’s flesh. It manifested so beautifully, her body under the weight of such pleasure. It was so intense that she almost didn’t sense when Tyler came too.

“Marilyn…oh God!” he gasped.

His moans weren’t quite as loud, but every bit as intense. He tightened his grip on her hip, leaning over and placing another hand atop hers. As he climaxed, he interlocked their fingers and squeezed her hand, holding on as he got his sweet release.

Marilyn grinned widely as she took in that hot, intimate sensation. She could actually sense his penis throbbing inside her as his manly fluids mixed with her juices. Along with the surge of pleasure, it gave form and substance to their love.

“I love you,” said Tyler, still whispering into her ear.

“I love you too,” said Marilyn. “Thank you…for helping me heal.”

“You heal others. I heal you. Remember?”

“Mmm…thanks for reminding me.”

As they caught their breath, Tyler withdrew from her so that she could turn around and return to his embrace. He eagerly held her close, drawing her back under the pouring torrent of water. Once there, they met in another soft kiss to complete their lovemaking.

Through a shared effort, they created this amazing feeling. And after a night of immense hardship and heavy losses, it wasn’t just what she needed. It was what this world needed, now more than ever.

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Sexy Short Story: The Bouncer

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after reading some stories about being a bouncer at a strip club on Reddit. Some were funny. Some were disturbing. With this story, I just want it to be sexy as hell. Enjoy!

“Last call, ladies! Suit up, sober up, and go home! We’re closing!”

That same mantra played out every night at the Exposé Gentleman’s Club at around the same time. Timothy “Titty Tim” Staggbern made that announcement from the DJ booth, much to the chagrin of the remaining patrons lingering near the stage. At this hour, only the drunks, perverts, and stalkers with disposable income remained. That often made closing a bit of a challenge.

But Annabelle Aspen – better known by her stage name, Carlie Minx – didn’t shy away from that challenge. She volunteered to be the last girl on stage that night, doing what she did best on the brass stripper pole on the main stage. She’d been dancing, twirling, and shaking her heart-shaped ass for several songs now, giving some of the other girls time to slip out or finish their private dances.

“Take one last look at the famous Carlie Minx, gentleman,” said Titty Tim. “She’s done for the night and so are we.”

“Oh come on! She hasn’t even taken her thong off!” whined one of the patrons, who’d tried tipping her with a twenty.

“Sorry pal! You’ll have to come back another time if you want to see her cooch.”

The man still protested. A few others lingered near the stage, watching hypnotically as Anna shook her thong-clad ass at them. She could tell these men wanted more. One of them had already tried to get her to leave the club to go home with him. She’d politely refused. Exposé Gentleman’s Club had strict rules about that sort of thing and she wasn’t about to test them.

That was almost ironic because following rules hadn’t been Anna’s strong suit for much of her early life. She’d come from a comfortable upper-middle class neighborhood where following the rules was expected. Everyone from her parents to the homeowners association made those expectations abundantly clear. And while her older brother and two sisters gladly followed, Anna chose another path.

From a young age, she’d always been adventurous. She went off to places she wasn’t supposed to be, made friends with people she wasn’t supposed to befriend, and did things she wasn’t supposed to do. It got her into plenty of trouble, but it also gave her a rush that obeying the rules never gave her.

Then, she hit puberty and discovered sex. And she quickly learned she really liked sex.

“This job is so much easier when you look good and love sex as much as I do,” Anna said to herself as she finished her dance.

More men cheered and howled. But the bouncers had already sprung into action. Those who wouldn’t leave, even after the music stopped playing, were escorted out. Anna always appreciated that added bit of security. She could’ve used more of than in her youth.

There was no getting around it. She had been a real slut in high school. At one point, some of her peers called her the blonde minx. She’d flirt, seduce, and hump anyone she found cute, even if it meant breaking a few rules. It certainly helped that she’d been born with a sexy body, courtesy of her mother’s cheerleading days. It also helped that she was a lot more willing to take chances in an environment where too many people got comfortable with the mundane.

It led to many hook-ups and decadence. Once she left for college, it only escalated. Her fondness for sex complemented her adventurous spirit in so many ways. While that didn’t make her becoming a stripper inevitable, it did make it more likely.

“Your done, Carlie!” said Tim. “Cover those tits up so we can get outta here.”

“Now, that’s a sentence I rarely hear,” Anna joked as she picked up her top.

“Shut up and get moving. You’re making it harder on the bouncers.”

Anna rolled her eyes while everyone filed out of the club. She still lingered on stage, cleaning the pull and gathering up her tips for the night. It had been productive. She’d made more than enough to cover her rent for the month. She was one of the club’s top girls. She could get away with overcharging men for lap dances, private dances, and whatever extras she could negotiate.

The manager and the other girls didn’t always like that. But that was what separated regular strippers from the true professionals.

“Another night…another round profitable decadence,” Anna said with a sigh.

As she stashed her crumpled bills into her purse, she watched the club clear out. She figured most of the girls had already left, if only to avoid any lingering perverts trying to get with them in private. The bouncers at the rear exit usually took care of them. The bar staff and servers were already on their way, too. Many looked tired and drained. Working this late wasn’t for everyone. But Anna had always been a bit of a night owl. This was often when she did her best work.

However, Anna had another major reason for lingering about. And that reason was helping to evict the last patron, who was being drunk and unreasonable.

“Aw come on!” the man said. “I want to stay with Carlie tonight!”

“Sorry, sir. But we’re closing. And Carlie isn’t accepting any more admirers,” said a firm, authoritative tone.

“Bullshit! I’ve got money!” the man shouted in a slurred voice. “Just give me a few more minutes! I swear I can…”

But he didn’t get a chance to finish. He’d just broken a major rule by shoving past the bouncer and making his way back to the stage. Anna saw him coming towards her. She saw a lecherous look in his eye. Some of it was fueled by alcohol. But most of it was that unhealthy level of infatuation that separated paying customers from dangerous threats.

“Big mistake, asshole!” the same bouncer shouted.

Before the drunk could even get halfway towards the stage, the bouncer tackled him from behind and pinned him to the floor. He attempted to fight back, but he didn’t stand a chance. This bouncer wasn’t just some muscle-bound meathead. He was a former marine, having served multiple tours overseas and dealt with people far more dangerous than an obsessive drunk. And he didn’t hesitate to send a message.

“Ahhh! My nose! I think you broke my nose!” the drunk cried out.

You broke the rules,” the bouncer replied. “Consider us even.”

The man kept on protesting, even as another bouncer came by to pick him up. It was a good thing too. If left alone, the man who’d tackled the drunk would’ve done serious damage. Anna knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. She knew because that bouncer happened to be Hector “Heck” Glassman. He wasn’t just Exposé Gentleman’s Club’s best bouncer. He was also her lover.

“Thank you,” Anna mouthed with a grateful grin.

Hector didn’t crack a smile. He just nodded, still in full bouncer mode. He was still on the clock. And he was so disciplined in his role that he didn’t dare break from it until the job was done. Even though Anna had played fast and loose over the years with rules, she admired that about him. It was part of what drew her to him.

“Don’t worry about that creep anymore, Carlie. He’s officially banned,” said Titty Tim before leaving through the back.

“I’m not worried,” Anna said, still grinning at her protective lover.

“Well, take that worry-free ass to the back. This place is going dark in a half-hour.”

Titty Tim yawned flipping the lights off near the bar, looking ready to go home and crash. On most nights, Anna would follow close behind. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was going to break another rule, albeit a small one. And she was going to do it with the help of her disciplined bouncer boyfriend.

“A half-hour…should give us plenty of time!”

With a mischievous grin, she slipped off the stage and made her way towards the back. But rather than follow Tim, she slipped into the hall that led to the private rooms. Before she did, she cast a suggestive glance towards Hector, who was finishing up with the other bouncers. They were locking the doors and securing the area, as they did every night. But when he saw her, he just nodded again.

He knew what she was doing. And as soon as his co-workers were done, he started heading her way.

“We’re done here, guys,” Hector told the other bouncers. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Night, Heck!” said one of his co-workers.

“Don’t stay out too late. Even your uptight ass needs rest!” said another.

He barely acknowledged their remarks. The other men just shrugged and made their leave. They were all tough, well-built men who dealt with plenty of rowdy customers. But event they got intimidated by Hector on a regular basis. He was just that tough. He could scare people into submission with his presence alone.

But Anna wasn’t scared. She’d met plenty of scary men, including a few who tried to get into her pants – and not always with her consent. She knew how to deal with them. But she sensed something different in Hector. She dared to connect with him when others were too scared or hesitant. That connection ultimately blossomed into something so much more.

“If only they knew,” Anna mused.

Once Hector caught up with her, she latched onto his muscular arm and led him into one of the private rooms. Some called them “the champagne rooms.” This was where the rules at Exposé Gentleman’s Club, as well as the laws.

It was where strippers gave paying patrons private dances. What happened during those dances varied. Some dancers never went beyond a certain point. Others knew how to tactfully negotiate extra activities, including intimate touching and full-blown sex. When Anna first started, she’d learned how to work around the rules and laws to earn extra money. But once Hector entered the picture, things changed.

She now had a new set of rules to follow. And this time, she didn’t mind following them to the letter.

“Finally!” she said to him as they entered the room and closed the door behind them. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

“I know. It showed in your dancing,” Hector said.

“You watched? I thought bouncers weren’t allowed to watch,” she teased.

“We’re allowed. We’re just discouraged. And as a general rule, I don’t watch. But when you’re on stage…”

He let his words trail off. His deep tone and light embrace told her the rest. She smiled at him as they sat at the oversized booth. This particular private room had a large, circular couch. It was built with stripping and lap dances in mind. She’d used it many times before with paying customers, some of which offered her a lot of money to do more than just dance naked.

She refused every one of them. In her more promiscuous past, she would’ve jumped at the chance. But Hector gave her a reason to save her sexual energy for later. Now, after spending hours dancing and stripping for horny customers, she was ready to do something with it.

“Shut up and kiss me!” Anna said.

Now sitting atop the plush seat, he gladly obliged. She got onto his lap, snaked her arms around his neck, and joined her lover in a deep kiss. There was no music, no negotiation, and no elaborate show. There was just her, Annabelle Aspen and Hector Glassman, alone together and in need of expressing their love.

When their lips touched, a different feeling came over Anna. This wasn’t some sleezy degenerate, paying for the privilege to kiss her. This wasn’t some lonely guy who just longed for her intimate company, either. Hector knew her, understood her, and embraced her without condition. And she knew him, both intimately and personally.

That made his every touch more powerful. The feeling went beyond her heart and her libido. But on a night like this, Anna craved the totality of his love.

“Please…hold me close,” she whispered to him seductively, yet affectionately.

Hector answered with another deep grunt. Again, no words were necessary. He could convey all the necessary sentiment with his tone and touch. The way he tenderly kissed her lips, caressed her hips, and stroked her cheek told Anna he knew what she needed. And he was going to give it to her.

She could already feel a growing bulge in his pants, protruding through his tight black pants and pressing against her inner thighs. But unlike every guy who’d overpaid for a lap dance, there was no watching the clock or waiting for the end of a song. She and Hector just kissed, embraced, and held each other, going at their own pace and on their own time. After another night of following the strict rules of the Exposé Gentleman’s Club, it was nothing short of liberating.

“Oh Anna…” gasped Hector, his words thick with longing and desire.

Hearing those words made her heart skip a bit while also fueling the heat between her legs. But the arousal remained secondary to the gestures. Through the heated kissing, Hector felt up her feminine curves with his powerful hands. Anna responded by grinding her pelvis again his while pawing his chest, touching him with an honest desire that she never gave to a client.

Such affectionate tenderness was a welcome counter to the erotic spectacle that Anna had put on that night. With no loud music playing in the background, they could focus only on each other. This tender make-out session, coupled with shared foreplay, got their bodies and their desires in synch. It was another key distinction between Hector and the men who stuffed money into her G-string. He cared about making this enjoyable for her. That just made her love him even more.

Eventually, they got to a point where a tender embrace just wasn’t going to cut it. Anna craved his sex and Hector craved hers. And with the club closed and the rules no longer in place, they could do it their way.

With that liberating sentiment in mind, Anna finally broke the kiss and whispered into his ear.

“Sit back,” she told him. “Let me make you feel great.”

“As you wish, my love,” he said in his deep, masculine voice.

A new sensual spirit came over her. It was not unlike the feeling she got on stage while stripping and dancing. But this time was different. This was more personal and intimate. And she reserved it only for very special, very deserving men.

Following that spirit, she dropped to her knees while Hector leaned back, resting his arms atop the seat. Once in position, she went right for his pants, undoing them swiftly and tugging them down his hips to free his throbbing manhood. When that big piece of man-flesh popped out, Anna shot him a beaming grin.

“I missed this wonderful dick,” Anna said while looking up at him. “No matter how many I see, yours is still my favorite.”

On his stoic face, a similar grin formed. And it only widened as she pulled his pants down further, gripped his fleshy rod in both hands, and licked along the base. That earned her another deep grunt and an affectionate glance.

“You’re good at putting on a show. But you’re even sexier when you’re honest,” Hector told her.

“That’s because it’s true,” said Anna, “so beautifully true.”

Dazed by arousal and passion, she focused her energy on her lover’s member. With raw, unfiltered desire, she took his length between her lips and proceeded to give him oral sex. There was no hesitation, negotiation, or special technique. She just sucked, licked, and slurped along his length, savoring the taste of his endowment and listening to his manly grunts.

“Oh Anna…” gasped Hector.

Again, his tone said more than his words, conveying all the necessary sentiment. That only encouraged Anna to go harder, working her lips along his length and bobbing her head in a steady rhythm. His breathing sharpened and his member throbbed between her lips, his growing enjoyment showing in every reaction.

He kept his gaze locked on her, still grinning as he softly ran her fingers through her hair. He didn’t grasp the side of her head or demand that she suck it harder. Hector just let her go at her own pace, trusting her to know what he liked and what worked best for her. It was the kind of trust that just wasn’t possible between stripper and client. This was something only lovers could share.

That didn’t stop her from being playful. While she showed off her oral sex talents, she skillfully undid her top and let it fall to the floor. As soon as her voluptuous breasts came tumbling out, she put them to work, shoving his member between her mounds and mashing them together in a wonderfully sexy display.

“Ooh! You’re as skilled with your breasts as you are your lips,” Hector told her.

“And I gladly reserve the best of that skill for you,” Anna said proudly.

“Do your clients know that?”

“They don’t. And they never will!”

She went back to sucking him off, but kept using her breasts to supplement her efforts. It kept her lover from asking any further questions. He just leaned back further on his seat, enjoying the hot feeling that followed. It was so hot that he began unbuttoning his shirt. The club was always a bit muggy at this hour. But Anna didn’t mind. Seeing her lover’s chiseled upper body just got her even more excited.

But that excitement quickly manifested in more arousal between her legs. Lovers or not, the taste of his manly flesh stirred in Anna a more basic desire. As much as she loved this man, she hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed sex. Even after a night of dancing naked in front of a bunch of horny strangers, she still got wet with this man. That was just another way she knew he was special.

After giving his manhood one final lick, she looked up him with longing eyes.

“Hector…I’m ready for you,” Anna told him.

Hector didn’t say a word. He had never been big on words. Being a bouncer and a former soldier, he let his actions do most of the talking. And this was no exception.

Like a man on a mission, he guided her back to her feet. Then, he took her in his powerful arms once more, laid her down atop the oversized seat, and reached for her G-string. Anna eagerly lifted her hips, allowing him to get it off with ease. She even kicked off her heels. If she was going to make love to this man, she had to shed every trace of her stripper persona.

This was an act between Annabelle Aspen and Hector Glassman, not Carlie Minx and Heck.

“Please…take me,” Anna beckoned.

Again, Hector responded with actions rather than words. Once her panties and heels were discarded, he did the same with his pants. He then got on top of her, his imposing manly form completely subsuming her entire world. But Anna welcomed it, eagerly spreading her legs and wrapping them around her waist. She then grasped onto his shoulder, their eyes locked as their bodies aligned themselves for the coming act.

The moment finally came. Her powerful lover moved his lower body forward, entering her moist folds with his rigid member. That sweet feeling of hard penetration followed.

“Ohhh Hector!” Anna exclaimed.

“Anna…” was all he said.

Hearing him say her name still made her heart skip a beat. It was so fitting. Everyone else in the club knew her as Carlie. And whenever she was with a client, he yelled that name, whether she was getting him off or just giving him a lap dance. It never had the same effect as this, hearing her lover say her real name during sex.

Not much else was said as their lovemaking commenced. Hector kept it simple, working his hips and grinding his upper body against hers in a succession of hard, yet loving thrusts. It was simple missionary style sex, a far cry from the various kinky acts Anna had shared with past clients and partners. But there was something oddly fulfilling about making love in a way so simple and direct.

As their naked bodies undulated to the rhythm of their sex, Hector leaned his forehead against hers, their eyes locked as their gasped and grunted to every impassioned exertion.

That was something else distinct to making love to Hector. She never closed her eyes, as she often did with other clients and partners. She didn’t have to imagine that she was having sex with a better, more attractive man. She was already with that man. That made every blissful sensations more rewarding.

“Yes!” Anna gasped. “Take me…love me…hold me.”

Her soft words prompted Hector to step up his efforts. He shifted his grip to her thighs, parted her legs further, and intensified the pace of their sex. Anna moaned joyously, digging her nails into his shoulders and writhing under him as his pelvis smacked against her in conjunction with each motion. He further supplemented each movement by leaning in, kissing down her neck, and nibbling in that area just below her earlobe.

He knew that drove her wild.

He knew that made her squeal with delight.

He also knew that hastened her journey towards orgasmic bliss.

That was what a good lover did. They knew their partner’s body and made use of that knowledge at every turn. No matter how promiscuous or experienced one lover might have been, that intimate approach was the difference between a casual romp and full-blown lovemaking.

“Ooh Hector! Just like that! Just like that!” Anna exclaimed.

“Anna…I love making you moan,” Hector said right into her ear.

“Mmm…and I love rewarding you!”

Never one to have her lover do all the work, Anna made use of her intimate knowledge. She dug the balls of her feet into his lower back each time he thrust into her. She knew how much he loved that. She also trailed her fingers down his back muscles, tracing a special path that always evoked an extra grunt of approval.

Encouraged and impassioned, she and Hector grew more playful with their lovemaking. They didn’t just stay in one position. As much fun as basic missionary was, they still mixed things up. At one point, he held her up in his powerful arms and bounced her up and down his cock, really penetrating deep into her vagina depths. That was fun, as well as a nice show of strength.

At another, she sat him down again and straddled his lap while riding him hard, showing that she too had strong lower body strength. Hector certainly appreciated. It also allowed him to fondle her bouncing breasts as she worked her hips.

The booth might have been confined, but they made the most of it. And with no songs playing and no time to keep track of, she and Hector could draw out their lovemaking as long as they desired. There was no urgency or limitation. They didn’t go too hard or fast, feeling like they had to get off after a certain amount of time. They just went at it in whatever position they fancied, guiding one another towards that special ecstasy that they had come to cherish.

Losing track of time was the best part of their lovemaking. But even with their fit bodies, their stamina was limited. Eventually, she and Hector had one another on the brink. She was clinging to his neck while he was squeezing her butt, grunting harder as their hips gyrated together in a final push. She could see in his sweat-covered face that he was close. And she could feel within her core a special pleasure brewing.

“I’m close, Anna!” Hector said. “I’m real…real close!”

“Me too, love!” Anna exclaimed. “I’m so close! I’m gonna come! I…oohhhh God!”

Her words were cut off by the sweet songs of ecstasy, both hers and Hector’s. She couldn’t tell if their orgasms hit simultaneously. But that didn’t matter. It was more than close enough to complement their love.

Anna felt it hit hard, washing over her like a surge of warmth. She curled her toes and squeezed her lover’s wrists with hers, her lower body tensing in conjunction with the hard contractions of her inner muscles. It hit Hector just as hard. She could see it as his expression went from strain to satisfaction, his grip on her holding firm as his cock throbbed inside her tight folds.

Together, they savored the euphoric rush as their hot fluids mixed within her, the pure manifestation of their sex converging inside her. Anna had always loved that feeling. She’d only dared have unprotected sex with a handful of men. Hector was one of the few who knew that special feeling with her. And he cherished it just as much as she cherished her.

“I love you, Anna,” he said to her, breathless and dazed.

“I love you too, Hector,” she told him, “my wonderful bouncer boyfriend.”

He cast her another loving grin, even as the orgasmic rush lingered between them. Anna drew him into another kiss. Hector eagerly met her gesture, their lips touching with that special tenderness that went beyond the sex.

Together, they lingered in their affectionate entwinement. As a welcome afterglow came over them, they settled into a lighter embrace. His flesh withdrew from hers and their lips parted. They soon found themselves just sitting slouched in the booth. Anna remained curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder while kept his arm draped around her waist.

A peaceful silence fell between them – a stark contrast from the loud music and cheering that usually dominated the club. It used to bother her, the quiet calm that often came after sex. But with Hector, she’d come to cherish it, as well as appreciate the igorny.

“It’s funny, you know?” Anna mused openly.

“What is?” Hector asked.

“How a girl like me – a self-proclaimed party girl slut, who also strips for a living – can appreciate comfortable silence like this.”

Hector paused for a moment. Then, he snickered and held her closer

“You’re right. That is funny,” he said, “almost as funny as an ex-marine bouncer can appreciate it too.”

“Does that make us weird?” she asked.

“Nah. I think it just means we appreciate balance. Whether you’re a slut, a soldier, or something else entirely…we all need balance in our lives. And if making love in a quiet strip club after hours gives us that…so be it.”

They laughed again and shared another kiss. Eventually, they would have to get dressed and leave the club so that the cleaning staff could take over. In a couple nights, she would be back on stage stripping and dancing. And he would be manning his post, dealing with rowdy customers.

It was a strange, lurid life. But having found love through that life, it was still uniquely satisfying.

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Sexy Short Story: The Honeymoon Trainer

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after reading a story about honeymoon horror stories. There were plenty of common themes and issues as to what made it horrifying, but a lot of it came down to bad expectations and limited guidance. This story is about someone who’s trying to be proactive. Enjoy!

“Just two months, three weeks, and five more days, my love,” said the sweet, angelic voice of Allie Romana. “That’s how much longer we have to wait.”

“It can’t go by fast enough,” Lance Harrison replied as he embraced his beautiful bride-to-be. “There’s still a lot of work to do, but we’ll get there. This is just part of it.”

“I know. I just wish there was something I could do to make this easier.”

“Trust me. You’re doing plenty, Allie. These are things I have to do if I’m going to be a good husband. You’ve already put your faith in me and a higher power. I want to make good on it.”

Every word Lance said echoed with an honesty that would’ve been alien to the man he was five years ago. It still felt strange, bearing his soul and making himself so vulnerable to another person. That only affirmed how right it was. A loving embrace from his fiancé and a soft kiss on the lips only reinforced it.

Lance clung to her as long as he could, taking in her loving presence even if it meant running late. It was already past six in the middle of the week. Between night classes and his vocational training, every hour counted in his ongoing effort to become a man worthy of Allie Romana’s love. That didn’t stop him from taking a few moments every now and then. It only made him more motivated to become that man.

“I’ll be back late,” he said to her after their lips parted. “Dr. Reyes wants me to put in extra time over the next few weeks. She thinks I’m just about ready to take the final step I need to be your husband.”

“I know therapy is a process, but you’ve come a long way,” Allie said. “She’s been good for you. She’s been good for us. Are you sure you want to do these last round of sessions alone?”

“Believe me, I’m sure,” Lance told her. “I think if I can make it through this, then I can give you the wedding, the honeymoon, and the marriage you deserve.”

“You always make it sound so daunting.”

“Considering the man I was and the man I’m trying to be…it is,” he said, “but that’s exactly why it’s worth doing.”

Lance kissed her again to allay any further doubts. It earned him that wondrous smile that he’d come to love so much. He smiled back at her before finally parting ways and getting into his car, leaving his beautiful fiancé to a night of much-needed rest. Given everything she did, from her job at the local elementary school to the volunteer work she did for her father’s church, Allie had a way of stretching her energy and her love. However, her heart was always in the right place and that was just one of the many reasons he loved her.

“Try and relax,” he told her from the open window of his car. “You’ve earned it. I’m still way behind.”

“I’ll try, darling,” Allie replied, smiling as she waved goodbye. “I love you!”

“I love you too. See you later tonight!”

Armed with his fiancé’s love, Lance drove off into the early evening traffic. His appointment with Dr. Reyes, his therapist of the past three years, awaited him. The fact that he was so eager to navigate rush hour traffic showed just how determined he was to be a good man for Allie. It also reminded him of the kind of man he used to be.

Five years ago, he was the kind of man who was unfit to be in the same zip code as a woman like Allie. He was not a pleasant person to be around. He’d come from an affluent neighborhood and a good family, but made all the wrong decisions growing up. When it came to doing the right thing, he went out of his way to make things harder on himself. He broke every rule he could, rebelled against every authority figure he encountered, and made the worst possible enemies while embracing the worst possible influences.

For a time, Lance Harrison was a lost cause. He’d dropped out of school early, been arrested multiple times, and came dangerously close to losing it all more than once. On top of all that, he’d been his worst possible self around women. It wasn’t just that he’d treated them as disposable sex toys, never bothering to learn their names, let alone fall in love. He’d go out of his way to attract the wrong kind of women for all the wrong reasons.

Then, after an arrest that almost sent him to prison for life, he hit rock bottom. He ended up in a church run by Allie’s father. Shortly after, he met Allie and everything changed. She helped shined a light on the man he was and, in doing so, he realized how much he hated that man. That, and many other moments like it, ensured he would fall hopelessly in love with her. She hadn’t just won his heart. She saved his soul.

As such, Allie deserved the best version of Lance Harrison he could be. He’d already done plenty to become that man, having rebuilt his life and found a promising career as an electrician. However, there was one aspect of his old self that he’d yet to cast aside and that was what led to the latest round of Dr. Reyes’ therapy.

“Two months, three weeks, and five days,” Lance repeated to himself as he neared Dr. Reyes’ office. “That’s how long I have. God, I hope it’s enough.”

He found himself praying, something he’d never done before he met Allie, as he pulled into the small office park nestled behind a strip mall. Most of the time, it was just a fifteen-minute drive from his and Allie’s apartment. In rush hour traffic, it took over twice that.

Lance gladly endured the slow traffic and ill-timed lights, arriving several minutes later than he’d hoped. Knowing Dr. Reyes wouldn’t give him a discount, he moved with greater urgency. Knowing the importance of the type of therapy she offered, he entered her office with more determination than usual.

“Don’t bother signing in, Mr. Harrison,” said Sherry Graves, the receptionist at the front desk. “Dr. Reyes is already back there waiting for you. She had a feeling you’d be late.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Lance said. “Tonight is going to be trickier than most.”

“So I’ve been told,” she said. “Good luck.”

“Believe me. I don’t intend to rely on luck after this.”

That almost sounded arrogant, not unlike the Lance Harrison of five years ago. However, that version of Lance didn’t have a reason for his arrogance. He just lashed out at a world he thought he could bully through on his own. Allie had shown him otherwise, but Dr. Reyes had been teaching him the skills that helped justify his attitude.

After Sherry buzzed him in, Lance made his way down the narrow hall towards the office in which he’d confronted many personal demons. It still gave him mixed emotions, submitting himself to such scrutiny and trusting others to help him become the man he wanted to be. It had not been easy, nor had it been very pleasant. For Allie, it was worth the effort.

However, that part of his therapy had been complete for a while now. The last part that he sought to complete before his wedding remained unfinished, but it involved something more pragmatic than simply transcending the man he’d been.

“I’ve confronted my demons,” Lance said to himself. “Now, I need to prove myself in other ways.”

With confidence and poise, he opened the door to Dr. Reyes’ office and entered the room. There, he discovered that the middle-aged woman who’d helped rebuild his broken soul had been waiting for him. She’d also made some additional preparations.

“You’re late, Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes said to him in that stern, but empathic tone.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he said, already short of breath upon seeing her setup.

“Don’t apologize. Remember what we discussed at our last session. Apologize when you know there’s no further recourse. But when there is…”

“Make promises instead. They’re always more valuable,” Lance said, recalling that mantra from multiple sessions.

Dr. Reyes offered a half-smile of approval. That was usually the most he ever got, in terms of approval. In any other circumstance, it would’ve been a big deal. However, the circumstances for the night’s session were exceedingly different.

For one, Dr. Reyes had altered the furniture of her usually-mundane office. She’d closed the blinds to the windows, changed the lighting of the room to make it dimmer, and created an ambience that felt more like a hotel suite than a doctor’s office. In addition to the setup, the accomplished therapist wasn’t wearing her usual pantsuit and glasses. Instead, she wore only a black silk robe and, near as he could tell, contact lenses that made her eyes appear light blue – the same color as his beloved Allie, no less.

Once the door closed behind him and the automatic lock activated, the ambition of the therapy session kicked in. He’d been expecting it. He’d even been preparing for it. Even so, it still caught him off-guard.

“Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes began as she sat casually in her plush leather chair, “as you know, we’ve made a lot of progress over these past few months. Compared to where you were when you first arrived, I’m genuinely impressed. And believe me, I don’t say those words lightly.”

“No need to protect my ego, Doctor,” Lance told her. “I know where I’ve come up short.”

“You’ve dug deep into your soul. You’ve ripped out the ugliness that made you such a deviant, self-absorbed, self-destructive miscreant. It was painful, but you did it. Now, I can look at you and see a man who’s comfortable in his own skin.”

“But it’s still not enough,” he reminded her.

“I know. That’s why I’m confident that tonight will be a turning point. With your wedding less than three months out, you’ve got precious little time. You seek to be the best possible spouse for Allie, but you never learned how to love unselfishly. That needs to change before you walk down the aisle and this is part of that process.”

The older woman always spoke with such knowledge and certainty. Lance had come to expect that from Dr. Reyes. From the first day he walked into her office, he got the sense that she knew him better than he knew himself. Moreover, she understood who he was trying to be and why it mattered so much to him.

Still standing in front of the closed door, he watched as Dr. Reyes rose up from her plush leather seat and walked towards him. In the process, she undid the sash to her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing that she had nothing on underneath except white lace panties.

Years ago, the sight of a topless woman – especially one with such a fit, attractive figure like Dr. Reyes – would’ve brought out the selfish brute in him. He would’ve seen such a woman as little more than a pair of tits, a set of legs, and an ass for him to tap. He’d since learned to see women another way, even when they were topless and beautiful.

“I hope you’ve done the homework I gave you after last time,” she told him, standing so close he could feel the heat from her half-naked body. “You’re still such an eager lover, but your knowledge of the female body remains crude. For Allie, a self-professed virgin who values her body as well as her soul, that’s not sufficient.”

“I know,” Lance said while glancing into her eyes rather than her well-rounded breasts.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks. You’ve already come a long way, but tonight has to be the night when it all comes together. Tonight, you will become the husband Allie needs on both her wedding day and the honeymoon.”

“Considering your reputation as the honeymoon trainer, I appreciate your vote of confidence.”

“Don’t mistake confidence for certainty,” she said. “You still need to prove yourself. Look me in the eye, as you would your future wife, and tell me you’re ready.”

The older woman did not make it easy for him. She moved in closer, so much so that her exposed breasts pressed up against his chest. It was more than enough to trigger a primal reaction within his body. In the past, he would’ve followed that reaction in the most selfish manner possible. A big part of his therapy involved following a different path.

It was an unorthodox kind of therapy, but one Lance badly needed. Dr. Reyes had convinced him of that after finding out that Allie was a virgin and had made a big deal about saving herself for marriage. That meant that on the day she accepted his marriage proposal, he signed up to be her first sexual experience – him, Lance Harrison, the same man who once only pursued women who identified as self-loathing sluts.

The prospect of giving Allie the sexual experience she deserved was almost as overwhelming as confronting his many demons. He and Allie had many difficult conversations about it, many of which occurred in Dr. Reyes’ office. Her reputation for helping couples with disparate sexual experience was one of the many reasons they’d borrowed money from relatives to hire her. Now, Lance had to prove that money had been well-spent.

The temptation to lapse into old habits was there. Dr. Reyes even goaded him, snaking her arms around his neck and urging him with his eyes to succumb to old lusts. It would’ve been easy. It probably would’ve felt good too. However, that wasn’t in line with the man he wanted to be. Allie deserved better and he let the attractive female doctor know.

“I’m ready,” Lance finally told her, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Dr. Reyes said with another half-smile of approval. “Then, let’s begin the session. Take off your clothes.”

He used to hesitate when she said those words. There was even a time when he didn’t hesitate enough to get naked in front of an attractive woman. Lance had since learned that there was a right way and a wrong way to expose himself to a willing female.

With the tact and respect he’d learned from previous sessions, he disrobed before the skilled doctor. He shed his coat, shirt, pants, and shoes in short order. He made it a point to remove his underwear last, if only to show that the sight of a half-naked woman still aroused him as it once did. It was just a matter of channeling that arousal in more intimate ways.

“You’ve been working out,” Dr. Reyes said, those analytical eyes of hers scanning his naked body. “It shows more and more with each session.”

“Thank you. I’m hoping to be in peak condition for the wedding, as well as the honeymoon,” said Lance, not hiding any part of his naked figure from the older woman.

“Being physically capable is a good start. Being appropriately skilled, however, takes a different kind of conditioning. Follow me.”

She took his hand and led him to the plush couch he usually sat at during their sessions. Lance followed her willingly, leaving his clothes in a wrinkled pile on the floor. Her commanding presence, combined with her voluptuous figure, made her easy follow. She made it even easier by sensually swaying her hips, showing off that heart-shaped buttocks that those lace panties barely contained.

“I know what you’re doing,” Lance said under his breath. “My conditioning has gotten better.”

“I heard that,” Dr. Reyes said, “and parts of your body disagree.”

He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t exactly hide that he was aroused. His semi-erect penis was proof enough of that. Part of that was having such a clear view of Dr. Reyes’ voluptuous body. Another part was the fact that he hadn’t had sex outside a therapeutic session in a long time. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have intense, unmet desires that he once never hesitated to pursue. Allie helped change that, but Dr. Reyes helped refocus it.

By the time they arrived at the couch, his dick was already aching for some intimate touching. Then, Dr. Reyes turned around, let go of his hand, and sat down on the couch in an intimate poise, presenting her legs in a sensual manner. Lance had seen a similar act of seduction in strippers and prostitutes, but Dr. Reyes did it in a way that conveyed higher stakes. It was more than enough to evoke an even greater desire.

“You’re already aroused,” she pointed out, her gaze narrowing on his erection. “In this context, that’s a good thing.”

“You mean it’s not a lingering byproduct of my whore-loving past?” Lance said half-jokingly.

“If it were, you would’ve done more than just follow me and stare at my ass,” the older woman said. “That’s a positive sign that your sexual awareness is more in line with her personal awareness.”

“Positive…right,” he said, still wishing that his penis wasn’t so overexcited.

“That’s also why I set up my office like this. The dim lighting, the shaded windows, and the intimate setting is meant to create an atmosphere similar to a couple’s honeymoon. This isn’t you bending over some slut in the back of a bowling alley. This is you sharing an intimate, passionate moment with your wife.”

“You’re never going to let that incident at the bowling alley go, are you?”

“You haven’t let it go because it’s still symbolic of how you’ve approached intimacy for much of your life. Before Allie, it was always an act of selfishness…a reckless pursuit of your personal satisfaction. Your partner’s pleasure, if it even mattered at all to you, was never more than an afterthought.”

Lance didn’t bother contesting her assessment. She’d listened to enough of his stories of selfish decadence to surmise how he’d approached intimacy. He refused to use that same approach with Allie. She deserved so much more, both as his future wife and as a virgin experiencing such intimacy for the first time.

“Now, I’ve been working hard, employing my time-tested therapeutic approach, to get you to embrace that moment,” Dr. Reyes continued. “If ever there was a time to prove yourself before your wedding, this is it.”

She made the stakes sound so high. Given the extent of her unique brand of therapy, it probably was. His overeager libido aside, Lance felt the weight of the situation. He had to unlearn a lot of deviant attitudes since falling in love with Allie. Whether or not he’d unlearned those involving intimate relations between lovers remained to be seen. Now, Dr. Reyes was poised to test him.

Lying back further, the middle-aged woman rested her arms on the top of the couch and let her legs drape casually over the cushion. Lance even sensed some arousal in her, but refused to assume anything at that point.

“Go on. Take my panties off,” Dr. Reyes told him. “Prove that you can remain focused in the presence of a naked woman you clearly want to fuck.”

“You make it sound like I haven’t shown that multiple times to date,” he told her.

“You’ve shown it to me. Prove to yourself that it’s not just you going through the motions.”

Again, she made it seem daunting. She also revealed that she’d noticed how flawed he’d been in previous sessions when they explored intimacy. Before, just stripping her down to her bra and panties was enough to awaken the immature pussy hound from the past. He’d gotten better, but only to the extent that he hid it better.

Being the expert, Dr. Reyes could see through it. Lance had learned that more than once. He had to prove that he could approach a naked woman in the right way for the right reasons.

“Okay,” he said, maintaining his poise. “Lift up your hips, ma’am.”

“As you wish,” she replied, her voice taking on a more seductive tone.

In another life, he’d have ripped off her panties and started groping her breasts already. That was what the selfish, lust-driven man he’d been wanted. However, that wasn’t what his lover wanted. He couldn’t use that approach with Allie, nor could he use it with Dr. Reyes. She still cast him that seductive gaze, daring him to give into those lurid inclinations. He continued to resist.

She continued tempting him. Lance still didn’t let it overwhelm him. With focused determination, he dropped to the floor, got on his knees, and approached the beautiful older woman with more tact than he never could’ve managed five years ago. Then, with gentle care and tender affection, he trailed his hands up Dr. Reyes’ shapely legs, highlighting every inch of exposed skin until he reached her panties.

“Your legs are beautiful,” Lance told her, his growing desire creeping into his tone.

“That’s a thoughtful assessment,” Dr. Reyes said, “much more so than saying I have the thighs of a high-priced Brazilian hooker.”

Lance would’ve laughed had that not been an exact quote he’d used the first time they tried such an exercise. He maintained a straight face and a level head as he slid Dr. Reyes’ panties down her legs. Again, he highlighted every inch of exposed flesh, even using his lips to kiss along the feminine contours.

“You’re also using your lips for something other than crude remarks,” she told him. “That’s promising.”

He kept his focus, even as he tossed the panties aside and got a perfect view of a fully-naked Dr. Reyes. Even by the standards a more respectful Lance Harrison, she was a beautiful woman. In his youth, he would’ve described her as porn star material with a touch of sexy librarian. He actively avoided labeling her beauty. In his mind, she was just a beautiful naked woman offering herself to him.

“You’re doing well, Mr. Harrison,” Dr. Reyes told him. “We’re naked. We’re in an intimate, private setting. You have a chance to please yourself and your lover. Now, we both know you can please yourself. You’ve done in various ways, some healthier than others.”

“And I’ve grown fond of the healthier ways, believe it or not,” Lance told her, still on his knees and looking up at her naked form.

“I believe you,” she said. “However, wanting to please your partner is not the same as actually pleasing them. Too many patients from far lesser therapists think that’s the only requirement. It’s not. That’s why I had you study female anatomy, oral sex techniques, and subtle body cues. Now, here’s you’re chance to make use of it.”

Showing some determination of her own, Dr. Reyes spread her legs nice and wide, creating a clear path to her inner thighs. Lance now had an up-close view of her feminine anatomy. Details and features he’d never bothered to learn in high school health class were there for him to see.

The first time he’d seen female genitalia so closely had been awkward. He’d even been hesitant at one point to scrutinize it because the particulars didn’t matter. If he wanted to please his future wife, though, it had to matter and Dr. Reyes knew that.

“Go on. Perform oral sex on me,” the older woman said to him. “Bring me to orgasm. If you succeed this time, I promise you’ll leave this office both satisfied and ready.”

“That’s a bold claim, doctor,” Lance said, not turning from the intimate task before him.

“It’s not a claim. It’s a certainty…one you can embrace if you’re willing to focus your passions.”

That might have been the most encouraging thing Dr. Reyes had ever said to him, with or without her clothes on. Whether it was just her giving him an added push was beside the point. She believed he could prioritize satisfy a woman before satisfying himself. He wasn’t about to betray undercut that believe.

Licking his lips in anticipation, finally allowing some of that simmering lust to surface, Lance leaned in between the older woman’s legs, grabbing hold of her thighs in the process to hold them apart. He could already feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the intense odor triggering more primal reactions. However, for once such reactions would bring out the better man in him.

“Lie back and relax, ma’am,” he said in as mannerly a way as anyone could in his position. “I’m going to make you feel great.”

“Prove it,” Dr. Reyes said intently. “Prove it to me and yourself!”

There wasn’t a second more of hesitation. Lance took the intimate plunge, burying his face in Dr. Reyes’ intimate flesh. There was no aversion or awkwardness. He went about tasting, teasing, and pleasing her with a level of care that would’ve shocked his older self.

All that studying of the female body and what gave it pleasure began paying off. Using his tongue and lips, he skillfully stimulated those sensitive areas with the utmost care. He was gentle at first, getting a feel for how Dr. Reyes enjoyed being pleasured. He knew she wouldn’t make it easy for him. He knew it wouldn’t be easy with Allie either, given her inexperience. That meant he had to go the extra mile, sensing his partner’s reaction and noting the things that really got her aroused.

It took a bit of exploration. Dr. Reyes tempered her reaction at first, only offering some light gasps and moans to guide him. For all he knew, she held back in order to make him work harder to please her. He must have exceeded her expectations because after finding some extra-sensitive spots inside her depths, she began reacting more strongly.

“Mmm…you’ve been studying hard,” she said through her moans. “You’re finding…what I like. You’re listening…to my body. You’re making me…want you.”

Lance had never heard the usually-stoic woman stammer with her words. He found that uniquely rewarding. He dared to get a little playful, licking and tasting her pussy with more energy. More reactions followed, so much so that she arched her lower back and began fondling her breasts. Sensing he was on the right path, he released his grip on her thighs and began using his fingers to stimulate her clit.

“Yes! That’s it!” Dr. Reyes gasped. “Touch me…right there. The female body…has its soft spots. Know them. Learn them. Even a virgin…especially a virgin…will appreciate them.”

That encouraged Lance even more. He already found himself entertaining thoughts of making Allie moan with such pleasure. He wanted to make her their sex the best it could possibly be. However, before he could make that a priority, he had to finish the task before him.

Not letting up in the slightest, Lance continued tasting, fingering, and teasing the older woman’s sex. She couldn’t hide her arousal at that point. She was so wet and engorged, her body contorting more intensely at every turn. She was getting close. He was certain of that. Even as someone who once never cared whether his lover achieved orgasm, he knew the signs. It was going to happen and it would be by his efforts.

“Oohhh yes!” Dr. Reyes cried out. “I’m going to…have an…orgasm…now!”

Even as her blissful words echoed throughout her office, Lance didn’t let up. He kept up his oral teasing until he felt her body shudder under the weight of her release. When it happened, she grabbed onto his hair, pulling it harder than he’d expected, and threw her head back in a fit of ecstasy.

Her joyous moans were beautiful. He’d heard women moan during sex acts before, but never like that. The idea that he could make someone feel so good without trying to please himself in the process gave him a unique satisfaction that he couldn’t have appreciated before he met Allie. Looking up at Dr. Reyes, seeing her expression contort with such joy, brought a smile to his face, even as parts of it dripped with her feminine juices.

“Well, did you enjoy that?” Lance asked coyly.

“I’ll let…my body language…answer that question,” Dr. Reyes replied, still catching her breath.

“In other words, yes,” he surmised.

“Yes, indeed,” she affirmed. “You’ve learned well, Mr. Harrison. Allie is going to be a very…very happy woman. That, I am sure of.”

“Does this mean this therapy is complete? Am I ready for to marry the woman I love and give her the honeymoon she deserves?”

“Therapy is often a process,” she said as she let out a content sigh, “but in terms of your wedding and your honeymoon…yes, I’d say you’re ready!”

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Sexy Short Story: Morning Coffee

The following is a sexy short story I wrote while enjoying my morning coffee. When you read it, you’ll understand why. Please leave a comment below and check out my other sexy short stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

The smell hit him the second he emerged from his deep slumber. His alarm hadn’t even gone off, but Jayden Axel that didn’t matter at this point. He knew as soon as he smelled the distinct sent of coffee brewing, it was time to wake up, even if he didn’t want to.

“Ugh…too early,” he groaned to himself.

Not long ago, Jayden would’ve rolled over and gone back to sleep. For most of his life, he had never been a morning person. Going all the way back to grade school, he resisted getting out of bed. That made him habitually late for a lot of things. At one point, he almost got suspended for missing the bus too many times.

It only got worse as an adult. His work as a nightclub manager made him a hardened night owl. For a good chunk of his twenties, he slept all day and worked all night. It was hardly normal, let alone healthy. But he didn’t mind. And he would’ve continued that life had he not gotten another job with a major entertainment company. Even after that, he resisted morning activities to the utmost.

That finally changed when he met Brenda, the women who eventually became his wife. Just thinking about her and realizing she was no longer in bed with him was enough to keep Jayden from resisting.

“The things I do for love,” he muttered.

As he slipped out of bed and stretched his limbs, he let out a sigh of defeat. Jayden still couldn’t believe how, of all the beautiful women he’d encountered over the years, he fell in love with one that happened to be a morning person. It didn’t seem right or fair. But a brief glance at his wedding ring reminded him that it happened. He married a woman whose internal clock was the exact opposite of his.

Jayden would’ve laughed to himself if he weren’t so groggy. Pushing back the covers, he dragged himself out of the bed and into the kitchen where his beautiful wife awaited. He didn’t bother with pants or a robe, opting to remain in his boxers. Most of his good clothes had already been packed in the various boxes that lined much of their apartment. Today was the day they were set to move out from this cramped place and into their new house.

It was supposed to be exciting, moving into a bigger, better home. He and Brenda had been working for this since they got married. Jayden wanted to be excited. He just couldn’t muster up the energy.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Brenda greeted him, her voice too chipper for this hour. “You’re looking rested.”

“Don’t start. It’s too early for sarcasm,” Jayden groaned as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Sorry. I was just trying to sound optimistic,” she said with a shrug.

“Is that why you brew an extra large pot of coffee? Thinking it’ll make just as upbeat?”

“I’m optimistic. Not delusional,” she quipped. “I just knew the smell would help. It’s one of the only things that gets you going this early.”

“And you just love using that against me, don’t you?” he said.

“If it works, it works.”

Jayden shook his head and yawned as grabbed his largest mug from the cabinet. Brenda already had her coffee in hand, sipping away as though she needed an extra boost. He still didn’t understand how she could be so energetic in the morning. She was an outgoing person, by nature. But how she managed to carry that energy so effortlessly out of bed every morning still baffled him.

Jayden didn’t bother making sense of it. He just poured half the pot into his mug and started drinking, not even bothering with cream or sugar this time. He needed the caffeine in his system and he needed it five minutes ago. The sun was barley up and he was not at all used to routine. He knew he had to adjust eventually. The nature of his job required it, more so than his overly chipper wife. It just wasn’t coming as easily as he hoped.

“Today is a big day. We’ll need our energy,” Brenda said in between sips. “The movers say they’ll be here and noon. And we need to finish all the heavy lifting by ten.”

“Ten…sure,” Jayden said, still half-aware.

“Maybe I’ll wear my bikini through the whole process, as well. Maybe that could get the movers to work faster.”

“Bikini…right,” he said, having barely heard.

Brenda shook her head and gave him a playful swat. He knew she had been half-joking. But the coffee still hadn’t kicked in. That was never an excuse for her. Bemused and a little concerned, she set her mug aside and slipped in closer.

“Hey, come on, babe. I’m trying to help you here,” she said. “Morning coffee can only do so much.”

“Tell me about it,” Jayden said as he drank more.

“I get it. You’re not a morning person. You never have been. But you’re trying to change that.”

“Trying to is one thing. Having to is another,” he sighed. “This new job is so demanding. But it’s the only way we were able to pay for our new house…and for the lives we’re trying to build.”

“You can’t just look at it like that. Jobs and obligations suck, but we do them anyway. I had to do the same at the last ad agency I worked at. But it was only temporary.”

“And how is this any different?” he asked. “Given time, maybe they’ll let me take over some night operations. I’d be better at that.”

“You can’t plan your career or your life around maybes. That’s just setting yourself up for frustration when things don’t go your way. Sometimes, you have to do these things not because you have to…but because they’ll make you stronger in the long run.”

She leaned back on the kitchen counter, narrowing her gaze on him in a way that forced him to be more alert. Brenda never gave him that look unless she had a serious point to make. And those points usually had merit, even if Jayden didn’t always get the logic.

“You do your best work at night. That’s beyond dispute,” she continued. “I’ve seen it. We met at a nightclub, after all.”

“I know. I haven’t forgotten that…or how we ended up in your bedroom later on,” Jayden said, managing a half-smile.

“But you have so much more to offer. And you can’t always wait until the sun goes down to do that. I believe you’ll surprise yourself with how good you can be in the morning if you put in the effort. Even if you don’t share that belief, I’m going to encourage you as best I can.”

Her kind, loving words had an effect on him. Jayden wanted to believe the morning coffee was part of it. But his wife’s encouragement tended to be more potent.

He still couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten, finding a woman like her. She’d helped him see the world with clearer eyes. She also pushed him in all the right ways, becoming a better man for her and everyone else in their lives. He should’ve kicked himself for being so short-sighted, seeing his need to adapt as an obligation rather than a challenge. But Brenda kept him from being too self-deprecating.

“Just something for you to think about while you wake yourself up,” she added with a grin before turning towards the sink.

He smiled back, raising his mug while she cleaned some of the dishes they’d left from dinner the previous night. Already, Jayden felt more alert and energized. The coffee was doing its job, but Brenda did so much more. It almost seemed unfair, her putting up with him and his morning habits.

Then, as he drank more of his coffee and gazed at his wife’s butt from behind, a different kind of alertness took over. Suddenly, Jayden had an idea for showing his appreciation, as well as testing his new approach to mornings.

“Actually,” he said as he approached her from behind, “I prefer to do more than think. If I’m really going to be a morning person from now on, then I might need something more than my morning coffee.”

Slowly and lovingly, Jayden reached around his love’s waist and softly kissed along her neck. Brenda smiled and moaned softly, her hands still holding onto the counter while the fresh coffee simmered in the pot. Between that rich smell and that of her flesh, he was already more alert. Brenda quickly caught up, turning her head and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Her sweet breath mixed with the taste of coffee, creating the perfect blend between them.

“Mmm…I’m feeling much more awake,” Jayden gasped.

“Speak for yourself,” Brenda quipped.

They shared a laugh as the kiss deepened. Before long, their gestures depend as well. Jayden savored the taste of his love, their lips meshing and their tongues twirling. Hands started to roam with Jayden setting the tone, feeling up her shapely thighs before slipping his hands under her thin nighty. Brenda’s skin felt so smooth, even in the early morning hours. And as he savored her touch, he ruffled her sleeping attire.

That was all the incentive she needed to shed the undersized garment. Jayden was so captivated by her kiss that he barely noticed her slid the straps off her shoulder, allowing it to fall halfway down her body, thereby exposing her ample breasts to the early morning sun. Any straight man with half a heartbeat would’ve been fully awake at that point.

“Don’t need this anymore,” Brenda teased.

Knowing it would rouse him even more, she let go of the counter and turned around. She was still within his arms. Except now, Jayden had a nice view of her breasts. He shot her a beaming smile, thanking whatever higher power there was to have a lover who could be this sexy so early in the morning. Brenda just smiled back, adding in a seductive glint as she let the nighty fall to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties.

“Has the coffee kicked in yet?” she asked him.

“Yeah…it’s getting there,” Jayden replied.

“You sure about that?”

“Are you doubting my prowess this early in the morning?” he joked.

“Not at all, hon. But it never hurts to be certain!”

She sounded way so chipper. But for once, Jayden didn’t mind in the slightest. He minded even less when Brenda kissed him again, this time with more focused passion. He returned that passion with more targeted touching, this time paying close attention to her breasts and hips. She knew how to tempt him, but he knew how to return the favor. He recalled just how to touch her to get her aroused. That helped make their honeymoon so active. It helped just as much this morning.

As Brenda reacted to his touch, she let out those soft, sensual purrs that he loved so much. Along with those purrs, she playfully rubbed her thigh against his groin. Having only worn a pair of boxers to bed, she had to know that would get his blood flowing in just the right way. That, along with the simple effects of good coffee, left his body feeling hot and excited. His morning wood returned with a vengeance, becoming so erect that his boxers could barely contain it.

Jayden hadn’t planned on making love to his wife this morning. He doubted that Brenda had planned it. If she had, then she would’ve worn less clothing to begin with. It didn’t matter now. Whether it was the coffee or just overexcitement, they were doing this. They were making love this morning.

Jayden, never one to skip the necessary steps, briefly broke the kiss and whispered into his love’s ear.

“Get up on the table,” he said in a low, husky tone.

That got Brenda even more excited. She always loved it when he was extra manly in his tone. She was downright giddy when she hopped up onto the counter, the half-full coffee pot nearby with their mugs still within reach. That helped the aroma linger as Jayden made his next move.

“Just lean back,” he told her. “I have another wake-up call for you.”

“You think I need one?” Brenda quipped.

“Well…parts of you might.”

She laughed playfully as she watched him do what needed to be done, entrusting him once more with her body, as well as her love. Jayden made good on that trust, grasping the sides of her panties with both hands and skillfully sliding them down her legs. Now fully naked, sitting comfortably on the kitchen counter, the love of his life gazed back at him with alluring affection.

In the early morning sun, it was tempting to just admire such a sight. But Jayden didn’t dare lose focus. It might have been another sign that he was becoming a morning person. Like a man on a mission, he turned his attention to her inner thighs. Dropping down to his knees, he pushed her legs apart and buried his face in her pussy.

As great as that first sip of coffee tasted, the taste of his lover’s sex was every bit as intoxicating. Once his lips made contact with her tender flesh, Jayden went to work, lapping and gorging on her womanhood as only he could.

“Oohhh Jayden!” Brenda purred. “You know just rouse a girl’s spirits!”

He kept at it, evoking more purrs and moans along the way. Looking up from between her thighs, he watched Brenda lean back further on her arms, her grin widening as he stimulated all the right areas within her. He knew those spots well. And he attacked them with his lips and tongue, getting her every bit as aroused as him.

Jayden would’ve loved nothing more than to get his love off. It would’ve been a great way to cap off this impromptu morning sex. But he had burning desires of his own. By now, his boxers had become too great a burden. His morning wood beckoned for his love’s intimate warmth. In listening to his desires, as well as Brenda’s heated moans, he slipped out of the boxers and stood up.

His love quickly took note of his arousal. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. She just cast him an intense glance, urging him with just her eyes to make love to her on the spot. Jayden did so with an energy he once thought impossible before eight in the morning.

“Brenda…” was all he said, the intensity of his tone conveying all the necessary emotion in that moment.

It got the point across. Jayden then got in position, holding her legs apart while she grasped his shoulders. Like a reflex, their bodies aligned themselves with one another. Finally, with his feet planted firmly and her hips arching at just the right angle, he thrust forward and entered her.

Together, they let out a sharp gasp. The hot, smooth union of their flesh consumed them. No matter the time of day, or how little a morning person he might have been, it was an incredible feeling. As he and Brenda took in moment, more reflexes took hold. Jayden began moving his hips, working his naked body in conjunction with hers. That sweet, sensual dance they knew so well played out amidst the sweet smell of morning coffee and the beaming light of the sunrise.

Jayden kept it slow and steady at first, allowing Brenda’s body to adjust to his. Once they settled in, her inner depths embracing his hardened flesh to the utmost, he picked up the pace. Faster and faster, he delivered more thrusts. More gasps followed, along with heavy petting and targeted gestures of affection.

Brenda raked her fingers down his shoulders and arms, lightly biting on his lower lip as he intensified the pace. Jayden tightened his hold on her thighs, rocking his lover’s body with each impassioned movement. With every loving touch and sensual sensation, he brought her closer to her peak. He was close too. But lovemaking like this, especially in the early morning hours, was best shared.

“Oh! Oh! Oohhh I’m close!” Brenda exclaimed. “I’m so…so close!”

“Mmm…me too,” Jayden said, whispering into her ear in a deep, masculine voice.

That helped send her over the edge. He could already see it in her expression. Brenda had a very distinct O-Face. It was not easily faked or mimicked. And he never tired of watching it manifest before his eyes.

After a few more steady thrusts, it happened. His love climaxed. Arching her back and closing her eyes, she clenched the back of the counter for dear life. She then let out a euphoric cry to the heavens, her toes curling and her lower body tensing as the blissful feeling washed over her. Jayden’s peak followed soon after.

His was nowhere near as theatric. But between the stunning visuals and the hot, throbbing feeling around his manhood, he could no longer hold back. Still clinging to his lover, Jayden let go and savored the feeling that followed. He let out a deep, pleasured grunt as his fluids mixed with hers within their fleshly entwinement. Hot sensations followed, flooding his body and mind with the sweet fruits of their lovemaking.

Beyond just waking him up better than any cup of coffee, it reminded Jayden why his love was worth waking up for.

“God, I love you,” he said to her as their flesh parted. “No matter the time of day…I love you, Brenda.”

“I love you too, Jay,” she told him. “I know it’s challenging for you…adjusting like this. Don’t think for a second your efforts go unnoticed.”

“You make everything worth it. Between your support and your incentives for getting a guy out of bed this early…it’s so incredibly worth it.”

She cast him another beaming smile. They then shared another loving kiss to cap off their morning lovemaking. Now flushed with energy, Jayden helped his love off the counter. Neither one of them bothered putting their clothes back on. They could remain crumpled up on the kitchen floor for the rest of the day for all he cared.

Brenda kept smiling as she retrieved their coffee mugs and finished up what remained of their morning brew. Jayden did the same, not that he needed it at this point.

“So…need more coffee before we get going?” Brenda asked curtly.

Jayden laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, I think I’ve had more than my share. But I wouldn’t mind a quick shower.”

“Well, we’re already naked,” she pointed out. “Want some company?” “Wouldn’t have it any other way!”

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Sexy Short Story: My Stripper Wife

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories from men who had married current or former strippers. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other sexy short stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

“Honey, I’m home! And I’m hornier than usual.”

Those were the exact words that Casey Kieffer heard a half-hour ago when his wife, Karen, returned home. They sounded like something out of a strange fantasy or a bad porno, but they were both real and serious. They were even somewhat common for him and his high school sweetheart turned spouse.

“Say no more, Karen. I’ll be right there,” Casey had told her as soon she uttered those words.

He didn’t joke about it because it was no laughing matter. His wife needed his intimate touch and he intended to give it to her. That wasn’t just what a good, loving husband did for his wife. It was a critical part of their sex lives. It had to be when his wife was a professional stripper at one of the hottest strip clubs in the state.

That fact raised more than few eyebrows from friends, family, and co-workers and for understandable reasons. When a man said his wife was a stripper, their minds often went right to the proverbial gutter. They imagined him being a lonely, perverted man who became overly enamored with a stripper and somehow convinced her to marry him. It also assumed that his wife was the kind of stripper who just married someone they knew they could manipulate with their tits, butt, and pussy.

The truth was nothing like that. In reality, Karen being a stripper was only a small part of their relationship. However, it certainly had an impact, but not in the way most people assumed.

“It was a long night…much longer than usual,” she said after they arrived in the master bathroom of their apartment.

“How so?” Casey asked, already embracing her in his arms.

“For any number of reasons,” Karen replied. “Some guy from an investment company showed up with some friends. They threw a lot of money around…made a lot of unreasonable demands.”

“I take it some of those demands were directed at you,” he surmised, knowing better than most what they entailed.

“More than a few,” Karen sighed, “but nothing I can’t handle. In fact, telling them I’m happily married only made them throw more money at me.”

“It’s sad how often that happens. Then again, curiosity and horniness are a dangerous mix.”

“Dangerous and lucrative,” she said with a humored grin, “but enough of that. Let’s get naked and loving already.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

They shared a light laugh before stripping out of their clothes. It wasn’t slow, seductive, or theatrical. If anything, it was the opposite. Karen was so casual with how she undressed in front of him, not even bothering to toss her pants, shirt, and underwear into the nearby laundry hamper. She’d spent all night being slow and sensual in stripping naked. With him, the man she married who loved her with all his heart, it wasn’t necessary.

Casey undressed in much the same manner. It was easier for him, having only been wearing sweatpants and a tank top. It still sent the same message. He didn’t need her to do some elaborate dance to get him in the mood. Just being around her, especially when she was naked, was more than enough. She understood that. She even appreciated it.

“Ah! That feels better,” Karen said while kicking her clothes off to the side.

“Speak for yourself,” Casey said, grinning as he did the same.

“You’d still know better than most,” she laughed as she stood in front of him, fully nude and not hiding any body parts. “You’ve been watching me get naked for years.”

“And I haven’t had to wave hundred-dollar bills at you,” he quipped.

“True, but you’ve given me plenty of other reasons. And believe me…I need those reasons right now.”

As soon as he stepped out of his sweatpants, leaving him as nude as her, she stepped closer and embracing. Even before she wiped off her lipstick and glitter, Casey didn’t hesitate to embrace her back. He could feel in her loving touch how much she needed his love. Whether clothed or unclothed, she’d come to cherish it as much as him.

A big part of that reason had to do with how they’d fallen in love. Casey had known Karen long before she put on her first G-string and gave her first lap dance. He’d actually known her before she ever filled out DD bra. They started as childhood friends. Karen was the daughter of a babysitter that he’d gone to growing up. Even after he stopped going, they’d kept in touch. They even remained close, despite going to different high schools. However, they still remained friends.

That started to change after they each went through some major upheavals in their family. His home life got chaotic when his older brother, Chris, returned from his stint in the military with some serious physical health issues. For a while, his parents drained a large chunk of their mental and financial resources to help him. It left everyone overwhelmed, including him.

At the same time, Karen’s father got fired from his job and descended into a pit of alcohol-fueled depression. While her mother tried to keep things together, which included begging her parents for money, she felt just as overwhelmed as him. That ultimately drew them closer together. While they had pursued other romantic relationships throughout high school, it only delayed the inevitable.

They were in love. They wanted to be together and build a life together. By the time they graduated, he and Karen finally came to terms with that. It culminated in a wedding that helped to mend some of the issues plaguing their respective families. It wasn’t without challenges, though.

“Come on. Let’s get you in a hot shower,” Casey said to his stressed-out wife.

“A hot shower? That’s not going to make me less horny,” Karen told him.

“I know. That’s kind of the point.”

She laughed again before kissing him. He could already taste the desire in her lips and not just because her lipstick was a favorite among other strippers. His wife was such a passionate woman. She needed to exercise that passion and there was only so much she cared to do at a strip club.

With that in mind, he led her into their shower and turned it on. As soon as the water warmed up, he invited her under it. She accepted eagerly, joining him in another loving embrace under the hot torrent.

“That’s it,” Casey said playfully. “Wash away everything except the horniness.”

“I’m naked in a shower with the man I love,” she pointed out. “That’s not something you can wash away.”

She kissed him again. It helped get her point across. Casey kissed back, deepening his embrace and tracing his soft hands over her wet body. He was gentle and caring, caressing her face and feeling up her hips, just like she liked it. He felt her relax within his arms, closing her eyes and smiling as the water poured between them. It was such a beautiful sight, as well as undeniably erotic.

Already, the body glitter, the makeup, and the various hair products washed off her under the cascade of water. That elaborate fantasy persona she crafted on stage faded before his eyes, leaving only his beautiful wife.

“Karen,” he said lovingly into her ears, “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.”

“You turn me on and make me love you?” she said with a beaming grin. “God, I’m a lucky woman!”

“Luck isn’t always necessary with love,” said Casey, “but it sure does help.”

“That, it does!”

They kissed again. Their intimate touching became more playful and casual. He stepped back and let his wife wash herself off. He helped whenever she needed it, but he was content to watch her with his loving gaze and offer affectionate gestures when needed.

Even without the glitter, the sexy outfits, and the makeup, Karen had the body, beauty, and sex appeal of a professional stripper. She had that perfect hour-glass figure, smooth skin that was so soft to the touch, a smile that could light up any darkened room, and naturally large breasts that perfectly complemented her voluptuous frame. Such stunning beauty would’ve surprised anyone who’d known her in her youth.

“Mind washing my back, love?” Karen asked him.

“Not at all,” he said, “and don’t feel obligated to shake your butt.”

“I’ll fight the urge,” she joked, “but if I feel something big and hard poke me…well, I can’t make any promises.”

She quickly turned around, giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt. She purposefully backed towards him, grinding up against his penis, which was already getting erect. Casey still intended to wash her, but before marveling at how much her sex appeal had evolved.

He remembered how Karen looked during her freshman year of high school. Karen was thin and underdeveloped, compared to her female peers. She’d been among the last of her girlfriends to buy a bra. She’d also worn plain, often unwashed clothes, thanks largely to her family’s financial problems. She didn’t have many opportunities to be sexy. Then, she started filling out and that changed.

Even before she grew into her body, Karen had the skills and personality that translated well into professional stripping. She was outgoing and affectionate. She made friends easily and didn’t hesitate to embrace others, intimately or otherwise. She was also quite comfortable with nudity. She’d even gotten in trouble a few times for flashing her boobs in public. In high school, she did it to get a laugh. Now, she did it to get extra tips while dancing on stage.

Stripping almost made too much sense. After graduating high school, Karen sought to study dance. She aspired to be a teacher and work in theater. Since classes were expensive and her family had little to offer in terms of money, stripping proved to be both useful and lucrative. She made even more money than him working part time stocking shelves while he studied sports medicine.

She supported him while he supported her. Falling in love with her had just been the building. The life Casey sought to build with her had blossomed considerably since they left their hometown for college. Moments like this affirmed how precious that life was.

“Feeling better, my love?” Casey asked, embracing her from behind while rubbing soapy suds down her back.

“Mmm…much better!” Karen said. “I’m still horny though.”

“Well, I can’t do anything about that…yet.”

“Then, why don’t we skip a few steps and take this to the bed?”

She turned her head and kissed him. She then guided his hands from her hips to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them. At that point, his penis was almost fully erect. She’d barely finished washing her hair and he hadn’t finished rinsing her off. She was a lot hornier than usual.

“Some steps are meant to be skipped, I guess,” he said. “You sure you don’t want to dry your hair off and get settled?”

“Trust me. I’m sure,” said Karen in a voice as serious as it was sexy.

Casey, assured of her desires, didn’t say another word. Having washed away the last bit of soap from their naked bodies, he turned the shower off, took stripper wife in his arms, and kissed her passionately to ignite the first round of desire.

It wasn’t gentle or subtle. He kissed Karen with both love and lust, twirling his tongue with hers. Hands began roaming eagerly, grasping and pawing naked flesh. They were still soaked from the shower. The initial arousal she’d brought home from the strip club quickly escalated, more so than anything that happened in a club.

“Ooh Casey…my sweet, loving husband,” she gasped, sounding desperate for his intimate touch.

Moving with greater urgency, Casey led his beautiful wife out of the shower and towards their master bedroom. They didn’t bother drying off. He trusted the heat of their passion to do the trick.

Halfway between the bathroom and the bed, Casey lifted her up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way. Karen, showing both her flexibility and lower body strength, skillfully threw her legs around his waist and wrapped her legs around his neck. The same acrobatic skills that made her such a great dancer also made her a dynamic lover.

However, on a night like this, Karen didn’t need anything elaborate. She just needed the simple lovemaking that only a dedicated husband could provide.

“Relax, my darling wife,” he whispered into her ear. “Let me give you what you desire.”

Karen answered with another loving kiss. They remained lip locked as they arrived at their king-sized bed. From there, Casey laid her down in the center and got on top of her. He then proceeded to trail his lips down her face, neck, and torso.

He felt her relax under his touch, letting out moans and gasps of contentment. She’d spent her entire shift, dancing and moving to entice the passions of horny men. Now, it was her turn to be enticed. Being her husband, knowing every inch of the body others paid handsomely to see, he knew just how to do it.

“Mmm…so soft, yet so thorough,” Karen said. “You know my body so well.”

“That’s because I’ve had practice,” said Casey while fondling her breasts, “beautiful, dedicated practice.”

He teased her nipples to get his point across. A gasp of delight confirmed that he’d succeeded. Karen loved having her nipples teased, but in a very specific way. More than one man had tried to cop a feel while working. They never did it right and she’d gotten more than a few people kicked out because of it.

He knew those extra-sensitive spots.

He knew just how to stimulate those spots.

Most importantly, he knew how much that turned her on.

Casey noticed his love’s legs shifting, her thighs rubbing together as basic arousal evolved to burning desire. He usually spent more time on his wife’s breasts, but he could tell that other parts of her body needed his loving attention.

“Practice pays…in more ways than one,” Casey said in his huskiest tone.

He skipped the part where he traced his lips down every contour of her upper body and focused his attention on her inner thighs. Karen already shared that focus, eagerly spreading her legs and showing off the same flexibility that made her so skilled with a stripper pole. It gave him plenty of room to work his well-honed skills.

Unlike her nipples, Casey was more direct. He treated giving his wife oral sex with great urgency, hungrily burying his face in her pussy and tasting her womanly flesh. He also used his fingers, carefully stimulating all the right areas to ger her juices flowing. Once again, her joyous moans let him know he succeeded.

“Yes! Oohhh right there!” she moaned. “Just like that, my love! Just like that!”

Casey stepped up his efforts, probing her depths with his tongue and using his fingers to stimulate her clit. As someone who studied sports medicine, he had to know the intricacies human anatomy. That included the female body. Karen once joked that most of the men who asked to sleep with her probably didn’t know their way around a woman’s vagina. He now knew that had only been a partial joke, at most.

Using both his intimate and professional insights, he brought his wife to a state of arousal that no amount of stripping could match. Karen had always been a very sexual woman. However, getting her to that special state of dazed desire was challenging.

Being a stripper, she was around sexy situations all the time. She could get horny on stage. She could even get sexually aroused by other men. Casey understood that. He also understood that she’d slept with other men before they started dating. They might have known the basics, but only he had the knowledge, skills, and passion to satisfy her.

“Mmm…you’re hotter than usual tonight,” he said after giving her pussy another thorough lick. “It must have been a hell of a night.”

“It was. It really, really was,” Karen said intently.

“Want me to keep going? Or would you…”

“Fuck me!” she said before he could finish. “Please, Casey…I want to feel you inside me.”

There was more urgency in her tone than usual. Given the nature of her job, some nights left her more anxious than usual. On certain nights, she’d come home and want nothing to do with sex. They’d experienced plenty of those in recent weeks during mid-terms. On other nights, however, she came home so flushed with sexual energy that she just had to vent it. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Very well, my horny stripper wife,” said Casey. “I’ll give you everything you need tonight.”

“You always do, my hunky husband. You always do,” she said.

Her body was ready and so was his. Going down on his wife, tasting her intimate flesh, always got his blood flowing as well. He was fully erect and just as impassioned as her in longing for a more intimate union. With their arousal now in synch, Casey carried out the next and most critical stage of satisfying his wife.

With agility that any stripper could respect, he got back on top of her. She eagerly welcomed him, enrapturing him with her arms and legs. Their naked flesh, still wet from the shower, became beautifully entwined as he aligned his body with hers. As soon as he felt the tip of his erect manhood make contact with her outer folds, he guided his hips forward and entered her.

“Ooh Casey!” Karen gasped. “This! This is what I need”

His ears were already ringing. She was more vocal than usual. That encouraged Casey even more. He loved it when his wife talked dirty. Being a stripper gave her plenty of practice and, much like his oral sex skills, he made it worthwhile.

Maintaining the same focus he’d exercised earlier, Casey started making love to his wife. As that hot feeling coursed through them, he started working his body with hers in a sensual rhythm. Hot womanly flesh surrounded his hard, manly length, creating that heightened intimate feeling of bodily union. He was slow at first, making that first round of movements really count. Once their bodies adjusted, he stepped up the pace. From there, the intimate feeling escalated.

“Karen…I feel you,” he whispered lovingly into her ear.

“I feel it too, Casey! Oohhh I feel it!” Karen exclaimed.

As he kissed down her neck, she clung to his torso, raking her well-manicured nails over his flesh. He could even feel the balls of her feet digging into her back, supplementing his every thrust. It showed that when she walked in the door, saying she was horny, she’d meant it. It also proved how much she’d come to appreciate their unique approach to lovemaking.

Nobody became a competent stripper without having a sexy side. Even fewer became successful at such a lurid profession without being in touch with that sexy side. Karen had always been in tuned with her sexuality. She learned early in her personal life that she liked a more vigorous kind of sex. At the same time, she was remarkably traditional on the actual mechanics.

Her favorite position was a simple missionary position.

Her preferred locale for intimate moments was a private bedroom.

Her most sex came from someone she genuinely loved.

She could still be adventurous. The lube and sex toys they kept under their bed was proof of that. However, those were for nights when Karen wasn’t working a shift at the club. Casey had seen her at work before. He watched her do all the elaborate dances and stunts to get horny men infatuated with her. The steady supply of tips showed how well it worked.

However, after all those efforts and the lap dances that came with it, Karen preferred something simple when she came home to her husband. Even in a private bedroom, absent the many restrictions that strip clubs imposed on illicit activities, they kept things simple. That worked fine for him. He was a simple guy who just happened to have a stripper wife.

“Close! Casey, I…I’m getting close!” Karen panted as their bodies rocked with the bed.

“I can tell,” he said proudly in her ear.

It came sooner than usual. Casey didn’t even have to nibble on her ear, which she always found so stimulating. He wasn’t complaining. He could already feel her inner muscles tightening around his member. As such, he made the final push.

He elevated his body slightly, shifting his grip to her thighs and holding her legs apart so he could thrust with more leverage. It also gave him a perfect view of her impassioned expression as she neared orgasm. Still wet and absent of all her makeup, she still looked so beautiful. No matter how many men saw her naked on a stage, he was the only one who got to see that look of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

“Ohhh Casey!” she cried out when the feeling hit.

At that moment, an erotic special unlike any other unfolded before him and he had the best seat in the house. Karen closed her eyes, threw her head back, and grasped her breasts as she achieved her sexual release. He watched with a beaming grin as she writhed under the weight of the sensations, arcing her back and bending her knees under the onslaught of sensations.

Years ago, before she became a stripper, he once told her that she was so animated during sex. When she climaxed, she looked like a stripper giving the performance of a lifetime. She laughed at that comment and gave him a playful swat. It turned out to be prophetic. It also made their sex life extra passionate.

“Feeling better?” he asked her as she soaked in the remnants of her orgasmic release.

“Mmm…definitely!” she said with euphoric delight. “There’s just one other thing that would really satisfy me.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

“Satisfying you, of course!”

That didn’t surprise him in the slightest. For Karen, part of having traditional tastes in sex meant that both partners got their share of ecstasy. She’d gotten hers. Now, it was his turn.

In the same way he knew how to meet her intimate needs, she employed some knowledge of her own. She shot up from the bed, took him in her arms, and kissed him passionately as she rearranged their naked bodies. Before he knew it, he was on his back and she was on top of him, straddling his waist. His throbbing cock was still inside her, the intimate warmth of their union fueling his desire.

“Lie back,” said Karen, tapping into those professional stripper skills. “Let me give you what you need.”

“Do what you need to do. You are a professional, after all,” he tesed.

“You got that right!”

With a playful grin and an affectionate gaze, Karen took his hands in hers and began riding him like a full-fledged sex goddess. It was another beautiful sight that left him enamored and captivated. As much as she enjoyed traditional sexual practices, she didn’t mind getting frisky, especially when it came to satisfying him.

She knew how much he loved watching her ride him.

She knew how much he loved watching her breasts bounce and her hips rock.

She knew how to satisfy her husband in a way that differed considerably from satisfying a customer at a strip club.

It was part of why he trusted her so completely. Other men, including close relatives, often asked how he handled having a wife who worked as a stripper. He usually gave them a list of scripted answers about trust, understanding, and love. It actually ran much deeper than that. He’d seen how she treated customers. He noticed the subtle, yet critical differences in how she treated him. That, more than anything, assured him that he could trust his wife to be a great stripper and a great lover.

“Karen…I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…ohhh God!” Casey gasped as he neared his peak.

“Come, my love! Please…come with me,” she said to him.

She squeezed his hands harder, placing them over her bouncing breasts as she gyrated her hips a few more times to send him over the edge. It did the trick. He got his release and he made sure to put on just as great a spectacle for her.

He felt her loving gaze on him as he crossed that special threshold. He closed his eyes, squeezed her breasts, and let out a deep grunt of ecstasy as the orgasmic sensations coursed through him. He could feel his member throbbing inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices. It was another one of those special feelings that even high spenders at the club could experience.

Even though she’d slept with other men before him, they’d always used condoms. With him, she let their sexual fluids mix. It created that powerful feeling of warmth inside her. It was a special act that was for them and only them. Whenever they shared that feeling, it reaffirmed the breadth of their love and how strong it had become.

“I love you, Casey,” she said to him as he soaked in the feeling.

“I love you too, Karen…my amazing stripper wife,” he told her.

She laughed playfully before capturing his lips in one more loving kiss. From there, their intimate flesh parted. However, she remained on top of him, their naked bodies entwined and enmeshed in an afterglow of ecstasy.

He could already sense her nodding off, tired from both her shift at the strip club and the effective lovemaking they’d shared. Casey, having exhausted himself as well, was content to drift off with her, but not before kissing her one more time on the forehead.

“Sleep tight, darling,” he said. “You’ve earned it.”

Every marriage came with a unique set of challenges. His mother had told Casey that on his wedding day. Being married to a stripper created even more challenges, but he and Karen were uniquely equipped to deal with them.

Karen had the body, persona, and sexiness to be a successful stripper.

She also had the heart, soul, and passion to be a great wife.

That made her special in so many ways. At the end of the day, however, she was his wife…his wonderful, stripper wife. To Casey, that was all that mattered.

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Sexy Short Story: After The Lecture

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a story about a a guy who dated his professor’s granddaughter behind his back. I won’t give their names, out of respect for their privacy. I’ll just say that if they ever read this, they’ll appreciate it. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

“Be diligent with your notes. Because what I’m about to tell you next will likely determine whether you pass my class or leave in tears.”

Those stern, harsh words sent shudders through the spines of every student in the Raymond Sthal Lecture Hall. Manny Young sensed it while sitting in the middle seat of the front row. He even noticed the hands of the two men sitting next to him trembling as they prepared to type more notes on their tablets, listening intently for whatever detailed knowledge that Professor Sebastian Sthal gave them.

They knew, as well as everyone else who had sat in this lecture hall, that Professor Sthal wasn’t generous when it came to gifting knowledge. That might have seemed antithetical for a teacher, regardless of tenure, but that was part of the infamous method that the professor employed. He was not the kind of teacher who belabored a lesson. He operated under the strict principle that if someone needed to be taught the same lesson twice, then they were too stupid to understand it.

Nobody who attended a prestigious private university with a nine-figure endowment could call themselves stupid. However, Professor Sthal had a knack for breaking the spirits of those who thought they had what it took to attend this school. It didn’t matter if they were trust fund kids who’d paid their way in or accomplished academics who earned a full scholarship. When it came to separating intelligence from idiocy, the professor showed no mercy.

By that measure, Manny might have been the smartest and stupidest person to ever take his class.

“Open your textbooks to page 469. Refer to Section 11 of your notebooks,” Professor Sthal instructed as he utilized the computer connected to the overhead screen. “Follow along closely because this ties into every pop quiz I’ve given this semester. It’ll likely appear in the final exam, but take no comfort in that foresight. Knowing these concepts and utilizing them are very different things. And after grading your mid-terms, I’ve little reason to assume you know the difference.”

He sounded like a man determined to pre-emptively crush the spirits of his students. That might have been the nicest way to describe the mentality of every student in the lecture hall. The fact that Professor Sthal’s class had a waiting list a mile long was nothing short of masochistic, but there was no getting around the results.

Those who survived an entire semester with Professor Sthal and got a passing grade had their pick of dream jobs after graduation. That was exactly why Manny’s father, a retired military officer who knew Professor Sthal in his youth, made him take the class. He didn’t want to at first. Manny had enough self-awareness to know that this class was only for the foolish and the brave. He almost dropped it on the first day.

Then, he found a reason to endure and that reason happened to be sitting next to Professor Sthal’s desk.

“Sherry Sthal,” Manny said under his breath. “That’s a concept I know I understand.”

As the professor loaded the presentation and everyone else anxiously listened, he cast her a knowing gaze. She was on the same page as her because she looked right back at him, those beautiful blue eyes bringing warmth to an otherwise cold lecture hall. The hid much of her sentiments in her stoic expression, just like her grandfather. However, Manny could still decipher them.

“I see you,” he mouthed to her.

Sherry responded with the faintest of smiles. For someone related to Professor Sthal, it was akin to a deafening proclamation of love. That was the kind of woman she was. She could say a lot without saying a word.

At that moment, Sherry conveyed a clear and obvious message.

“I want you.”

Manny heard her angelic voice echo in his head. She didn’t need to say a word. Her actions, her poise, and her beauty spoke volumes. Even her grandfather’s stern, dispassionate voice couldn’t drown it out.

While the professor garnered the attention, he remained fixated on Sherry. She was the sole reason why he sat in the front row. Like everyone else at the university, she wore the same uniform every day. That white blouse, black skirt, and dark stockings were ubiquitous throughout campus. Sherry still found a way to make it look sexy. She loved reminding him too.

Just as her grandfather started talking, she turned briefly from her desk. To the rest of the world, she was just adjusting her seat. She’d been sitting at the desk on the far end of the stage since the lecture began. As a teaching assistant, her participation in the class was limited. Her primary job was to monitor the sound system and the video feed of the lecture hall. She often did that job without saying a word.

Her stunning beauty had earned her plenty of looks from the male students. Most were too scared to look for more than a few seconds. Professor Sthal had a reputation for being tough, both in and out of the classroom. That dissuaded most men from pursuing his beautiful granddaughter. Manny dared to take that chance. To date, he hadn’t regretted it.

“Make no mistake. You’ll need to understand this to get anything of value from my class,” Professor Sthal barked to the class. “If you’re confused now, save yourself the trouble and leave right now. That way, you’ll limit your humiliation.”

The tension throughout the lecture hall rose. Everyone typed on their tablets more feverishly. Nobody left, but more than a few were tempted. Manny knew that because he was almost the first. Sherry changed that.

She gave him even more reasons to stay. While the professor continued his lecture, she shifted in her seat again. In doing so, her parted her legs slightly. She kept one hand on the keyboard, working the controls for the video feed. With the other, she did something more subtle…something that would’ve given her grandfather a heart attack.

“You dirty girl, you,” Manny mouthed to her.

Sherry didn’t flinch for a second. He blinked a few times, just to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks. He confirmed that it was real.

She lightly trailed her hand down her thigh.

She then reached under her skirt.

In front of a packed lecture hall with her grandfather less than 10 feet away, she fondled her pussy.

She kept a straight face, but her gaze took on a distinct glint. Everyone else was too caught up in Professor Sthal’s lecture. Only Manny noticed what was going on. He knew that look well. He also knew what it meant for later this afternoon.

“She’s horny. She wants it bad. And God help me, I want it too.”

He kept saying that to himself, but was careful not to make a sound. Professor Sthal was as astute as he was firm. The second he glanced in his direction, Manny turned away and focused on the lecture.

“This is just the first step. Trust me, it’s not the most critical,” he told the class firmly. “There are several more I’ve yet to cover. If you’ve kept up with your reading, you might have a chance. Don’t waste it!”

That might have been the only part of his lecture that resonated with Manny. As soon as the professor turned away, he glanced towards Sherry again. She was still looking at him with that intense gaze. She still had a hand up her skirt. He couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. He knew enough to surmise the lurid details. To further tempt her, he mouthed one last message to her.

“Soon,” he said.

She gasped lightly. It was subtle, but enough to get a reaction from Professor Sthal. Thankfully, Sherry reacted faster. She removed her hand and focused on the computer monitors before her. Her grandfather still cast her a critical gaze, but he continued his lecture.

“Moving on, let us proceed,” the Professor said. “I’m going to move fast so you should too.”

That proved half-true. The lecture continued, but time slowed to a crawl for Manny. He still paid attention, taking notes like everyone else in the lecture hall. However, his concerns weren’t on final exams. He had a much more pressing matter to pursue after class.

The class ended after an hour. It might as well have been a lifetime. As soon as it ended, Manny couldn’t leave the Raymond Sthal Lecture Hall fast enough. He saw Sherry working just as quickly. He trusted her to catch up to him. She was always extra motivated when she was really horny.

“I’ll be waiting,” he whispered to her as he passed by.

“No. You won’t,” she replied.

It almost sounded like a threat, but Manny knew the subtext. Like her grandfather, she conveyed confidence in a way most found intimidating. It often hindered her personal life. Sherry claimed she would’ve lost her virginity a lot sooner if she hadn’t intimidated so many men. He didn’t doubt her for a second.

He also didn’t doubt that she would catch up fast. He walked briskly from the lecture hall, navigating a sea of other students to get back to his dorm. They all wore the same standard uniforms. They all looked stressed out about final exams next week. There would be plenty of time to stress over that later. At the moment, he had other priorities.

“You made it through class. The hardest part is over,” Manny told himself. “Now comes the fun part!”

He would’ve sprinted across campus if her weren’t certain that would attract undue attention. In the middle of the day when most classes were in session, nobody wanted that kind of scrutiny. Luckily for him, he was done for the rest of the afternoon. That meant he and Sherry had all the time they needed.

By the time he made it to his dorm room, his heart was racing. He wasn’t the least bit focused on Professor Sthal’s lecture. The only thing he remembered from that class was how sexy and seductive Sherry had looked. Those memories were still fresh, but they weren’t enough. He craved more.

He wasn’t the only one, either.

“What took you so long?” said very familiar, very seductive voice right into his ear.

Manny had been so caught up in anticipate that he didn’t notice a female figure approach from behind. It started him so much that he almost dropped his key. He maintained his poise just long enough to turn around and confirm once again that his senses weren’t lying. Sherry Sthal was standing behind him.

“You beat me here…again,” Manny said, pretending to be shocked.

“I took a short-cut,” she said with a coy grin.

“Translation…you snuck through the faculty entrance again.”

“I told grandpa I was late for an afternoon study group,” Sherry said with an innocent shrug.

“And he bought it?”

“You want to ask questions? Or do you want to get out of these itchy clothes?”

That was the easiest choice in the history of choices. She still had that lecherous glint in her eyes. Standing so close, Manny felt the heat radiating from her body. Those clothes must have been unbearable. She craved his naked flesh as much as he craved hers. His pants already felt two sizes tighter at the thought.

With greater urgency, he turned around and unlocked the door. Sherry was already all over him, snaking her arms around his waist and sensually kissing his neck. She used to be more tactful, checking the hall for any onlookers that might tell her grandfather she wasn’t at a study group. It was the middle of the day, so the halls of the dormitories were mostly empty. They were in the clear and they were going to take full advantage of it.

As soon as they entered his dorm room, all traces of tact disappeared. The woman who carried herself with such grace and poise disappeared. In her place was a full-blown nymphomaniac. She was all over him, turning him around and smothering him with hungry kisses. All Manny could do was kiss back and try his best to match her desire.

“Off! Get those fucking clothes off!” Sherry said intently.

It was on.

She wanted sex.

Manny wanted to give it to her, regardless of who her grandfather was.

They practically tore each other’s clothes off. His tie, sweater, and shirt were the first to go. Her blouse, bra, and skirt followed suit. As each garment fell to the floor, they made their way to his bed. By the time they reached it, he was down to his boxers and she was in just her stockings.

In doing so, Manny confirmed what he’d suspected earlier. Sherry hadn’t been wearing panties underneath her dress. She wanted it more than usual. Usually, he took time to admire the sight of her exposed breasts and feminine features. Having not felt her lurid touch in a while, he wanted it just as much.

“You sexy…naughty girl,” Manny told her as they climbed atop the bed.

“I’ve been hot for you all day,” Sherry said, her every word seething with lust. “I was so wet during that lecture. I could barely stand it!”

“Well, don’t worry. You’re not leaving this dorm until you’re completely, utterly satisfied.”

“Bold words…especially from someone who knows my grandfather.”

“For a woman like you, I’ll take that chance!”

He might have been as foolish as he was horny, bedding the granddaughter of Sebastian Sthal. He was the same Sebastian Sthal who once had someone arrested for accidentally taking in his parking spot. He had a vindictive reputation, to say the least. That might have scared off every other man that Sherry had tried to seduce, but not him. Whether that made him a fool depended heavily on the quality of the sex.

Sherry certainly did her part. Once at the foot of his bed, she sensually removed her stockings, rendering her completely naked. The sight was more than enough to get his blood flowing in the right directions. True to her family legacy, she went the extra mile.

“So bold and daring,” she said seductively, “no wonder you make me so wet!”

She clearly noticed the growing bulge in his underwear. She practically pounced on him, pulling him into another kiss while she pulled off his boxers before he could join her on the bed. As soon as Manny’s member popped free, she devoured it with her hungry lips. She didn’t tempt him or tease him. She just went for his dick and sucked it like an animal in heat.

“Ahhh damn!” Manny grunted. “So good! You suck dick…so good!”

He sounded both foolish and dazed, but he didn’t care. Sherry Sthal was giving him oral sex and doing a masterful job.

Still standing at the foot of the bed, he watched as the beautiful woman sucked and slurped along the length of his manhood. He loved how her head bobbed up and down with every motion. It was so dirty, yet sensual. For a woman who looked so prim and proper most of the time, it was jarring in the best possible way.

As she sucked him off, Manny caressed the side of her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair, soaking in every sensation. His knees almost buckled under the weight of the feeling, but he managed to stay upright. His dick got so big and hard. A less horny woman might have gagged, but Sherry just kept sucking. She even kept up with his arousal, using her right hand to finger herself as she sucked him.

She was as wet as he was hard. While Manny wasn’t one to skip the foreplay, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to make love to this beautiful woman.

“Sherry…I want you. I want you now!” he said, finally matching her intensity.

“Mmm…then do it, Manny. Take me!” said Sherry.

She gave his cock one last lick and looked up at him seductive, as though he needed even more incentive. The same spirit that had turned the elegant Sherry Sthal into a cock-hungry nymph took over him as well. At that moment, Manny was a man possessed.

With strength that defied his stature, he took her by the shoulders, turned her around, and bent her over the side of the bed. Sherry grabbed hold of the sheets in anticipation. She even playfully swatted her heart-shaped butt, inviting him into her depths. Manny gladly accepted the invitation. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed hold of her waist, and aligned his pelvis with hers. He then delivered a firm thrust, pushing his masculine flesh into her womanly depths.

“Ohhh yes!” Sherry proclaimed, sounding equally possessed by the moment. “That’s it! Give it to me, Manny!”

He answered with his manliest grunt before heeding her lurid cries. It conveyed the necessary message. Manny was going to give her everything she wanted.

Descending deeper into a state of primal lust, he began moving his hips back and forth. The first few motions were slow and steady, giving her body time to adjust to his. He felt her inner muscles tighten around his member, intensifying the feeling of their fleshly union. Powerful instincts and desires took over. He quickly stepped up the pace, working his hips harder and faster. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the undersized dorm room, perfectly complementing the symphony of blissful grunts.

“Sherry! So hot…so tight!” Manny grunted.

“Yes, Manny! Harder! Do it harder!” she exclaimed.

Like a reflex, he obliged. The sound of their grunts and moans intensified. Her naked body rocked to every thrust. Manny loved how it made her breasts sway. He reached around and one of them with his hand, squeezing her nipples as he rocked her world. Her moans got louder. He knew how much she loved having her nipples pinched during sex. It was just one of the many kinks he’d uncovered with Sherry.

Using them had the desired effect. Manny already had Sherry on the brink of orgasm. Her could tell by the way her pussy throbbed around his cock, squeezing his member harder with each thrust. He knew making women climax wasn’t supposed to be that easy, but Sherry Sthal wasn’t most women and he didn’t mind for a second.

“I’m coming, Manny! I’m coming!” she panted heavily. “I’m…oohhh fuck!”

He slowed the pace of their sex, giving Sherry plenty of room to enjoy her orgasm. He watched as she threw her head back, squeezed the bedsheets, and let out an orgasmic cry that filled the dorm. He could feel her body shuddering under the weight of the pleasure. In the light of the midday sun, her naked skin seemed to glow within the ecstasy.

Manny shot her a beaming grin. It was a majestic sight. No matter how many times he saw her in that orgasmic state, he marveled at such a sensual spectacle. He’d been with other women, but few dared to enjoy sex as much as Sherry. Being from such a prestigious, uptight family made it difficult. She once told him she had to take two showers a day, just so she could masturbate. It couldn’t have been easy, but it helped her learn the value of getting off quickly and efficiently.

“God, that felt good!” she moaned, still dazed in ecstasy.

“Yeah, you made that abundantly clear,” Manny commented.

“Then, what are you waiting for? Keep going! I want more!”

“Already? Damn, you’re hornier than usual!” he said.

“Less talking. More fucking.”

She was as impatient as she was horny. She skipped the part where she enjoyed the afterglow and drew him into more sex. Never one to get in a horny woman’s way, Manny willingly obliged.

Their intimate flesh parted, but only briefly. Sherry promptly turned around, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him up onto the bed. Still very much aroused, he eagerly followed her. Along the way, he kissed her hungrily on the lips. She kissed back intently, affirming that she was still horny. One orgasm was rarely enough for Sherry. She insisted on making every intimate encounter count.

As their tongues twirled, she pinned him on his back and straddled his pelvis. From there, she quickly aligned his dick with her still-throbbing pussy and lowered herself onto it. Their flesh reunited, she began riding him cowgirl style.

“Sherry…ohhh Sherry!” Manny gasped. “You beautiful…horny…slut!”

“Yeah! You like that! You love it, don’t you?” she said with unmatched seduction.

She sounded so unlike the reserved, articulate woman her grandfather had groomed for academic greatness. That gave even greater meaning to their sex. She needed to exercise this side of her. He was just the lucky guy who got to help her.

Manny embraced that role. As she rode his cock, he grabbed her butt with one hand and fondled her bouncing breast with the other. She humped with the same vigor that he’d established with her. It was hard and fast, evoking plenty of labored moans and grunts. In the mid-afternoon heat, they worked up quite a sweat. Seeing her naked body hover over him, glowing in that uniquely sensual aura, made it even hotter.

“Ohhh yeah! I love it! I fucking love it!” Manny proclaimed.

That still sounded strange, coming from him. He’d avoided profanity for much of his life. His parents were strict when it came to language and the university had clear speech codes. Dropping an F-bomb in the middle of the night was enough to get people a fine. For all the profanity he and Sherry had used during sex, they probably could’ve started their own university.

He let that vulgarity flow freely as she rode him harder. Just as he’d done with her, she used her knowledge of his kinks to get him to the brink. She knew how much he liked watching her breasts bounce. She knew how much he liked it when she licked her lips and slapped her ass while riding him. She pulled out every trick in the book and again, it worked…in more ways than one.

“Sherry…I’m close. I’m really…really close!” he grunted.

“Mmm…me too,” she said playfully. “I’m coming again! Come, Manny! Come with me!”

She never ceased to amaze him. He knew some women were multi-orgasmic, but Sherry took it to another level. It was like she could climax on demand and she loved showing it off when he was about to come. He used to think she faked it, but human anatomy didn’t lie. When she said she was going to share in the ecstasy, she meant it.

She timed it just right. Just as he was about to get his orgasm, he felt her inner muscles clamp down around his member. In a harmonious release of shared ecstasy, they climaxed together. Manly fluids mixed with feminine juices in her hot depths. This time, his body shuddered with hers as the ripples of pleasure coursed through every fiber.

It was an even greater spectacle than before. With a beaming grin on his face, he admired Sherry’s sultry sex show. She smiled back at him, not hiding for a second how much she enjoyed it. As he took in the feeling, he rose up from the bed and embraced her in his arms. Like a couple of animals still in heat, they kissed.

It might have been the only time she could express how much she enjoyed sex. Manny doubted that Professor Sthal – or the rest of her family, for that matter – knew she was an unapologetic nymph. She didn’t show this side of herself often. Few men could handle it when she did. He was among the lucky few.

“You know…I’m probably going to fail your grandfather’s class,” Manny told her, still breathless.

“You wouldn’t be the first…or in the minority, for that matter,” Sherry replied.

“That also means I’ll have to take summer classes. That means I’ll be sticking around…attending more lectures and doing extra credit.”

“Oh you poor baby,” she said, pretending to be upset. “Then, I guess I’ll just have to keep fucking you every chance I get…to keep your spirits up.”

“My spirits…right.”

“Speaking of which,” she said coyly, “you up for another?”

“Fuck yeah!”

It was on again. That was another thing that made him lucky. He was not one of those guys who blew his load once and called it a day. He could do more if he had a willing partner and Sherry was more willing than most.

With a dorm room to themselves and no classes to attended, they made the most of their afternoon. They gave each other mutual oral sex. They took turns leading the foreplay, taking full advantage of one another’s kinks. Somewhere along the way, they slipped under the bedsheets and went at it again.

Sherry Sthal was a sex-crazed nymph whose surname scared off most men on campus.

Manny was a horny young man who hadn’t met enough women who dared to enjoy sex as much as her.

Their relationship might not have been the most romantic or intimate. On many levels, it was downright risky, given the status of her grandfather. Even within such a rigid, uptight environment, they’d found each other. They made it work. Moreover, they made damn sure they enjoyed it to the utmost.

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Sexy Short Story: On The Couch

Couple Lounging Together On Couch by Leah Flores

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after a few long weeks in which I felt lonely and in need of a lover’s touch. I’m single at the moment, but I hope this story will make those who have someone to come home to after such weeks that much more grateful. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

“Ugh…what a day,” groaned Gloria Mailyn. “I’m way too young to feel this burned out.”

She’d been saying that sort of thing to herself more often lately. With each passing week, she came home feeling more restless and lethargic. She was like an old cell phone that couldn’t hold a full charge anymore. It got to a point where Gloria couldn’t even enjoy returning home before sundown. That couldn’t have been a good sign.

Just walking up the stairs to the third-floor apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Aaron Alford, felt like an extended trek through the mountains. By the time she reached her front door, Gloria had to rest her forehead on the faded paint, just to catch her breath.

“Just a few more months,” she told herself. “Hang in there for a few more months and your probationary period will be over. Then, you can go on salary, set your hours, and delegate some of this crap to people who don’t mind doing it.”

That almost sounded easy. She had a bad habit of making difficult task seem easy and it kept coming back to bite her.

Gloria’s mother warned her that her ambitions had a cost. If she wanted to secure her dream job at one of the biggest biotech companies in the country, then she had to jump through all the necessary hoops. They didn’t just hand those jobs to recent college graduates, even if they had graduated near the top of their class with a degree in biochemistry. They made their aspiring technicians earn those jobs by having them start at the bottom and work their way up.

However, Gloria didn’t think about any of that when she accepted her current job. Passing advanced chemistry and biology classes in college were supposed to be the hardest part of her aspirations. She went in believing that she could handle the grunt work that came with cleaning labs, organizing paperwork, and completing basic tests on strict timetables. Plenty of other aspiring techs believed the same. Of the 12 that signed up, she was one of only 4 that remained. That said as much about the job as it did about her.

“I’m a glutton for punishment,” she muttered, “but it’ll be worth it. It has to be!”

She almost sounded desperate. While stressed out, Gloria remained undeterred. Her dream job was still within her grasp. She just had to endure a bit longer. She just didn’t realize how bad she was at enduring the day-to-day rigors that came with pursuing a dream.

“Keep telling yourself that. Just find better ways of coping along the way.”

Having talked to herself enough for one day, she opened the door and entered the two-bedroom apartment. Much to her chagrin, Aaron was sitting on the couch, looking as relaxed as any young man could be. It almost didn’t seem fair.

“Hey baby! Welcome home,” he said with a friendly smile, raising his half-empty beer to her. “How was your day?”

“Ugh,” she said, not hiding her misery.

“That good, eh?”

“Yeah…that good.”

Gloria kicked the door shut and casually dropped her purse in the foyer. She didn’t even kick off her shoes before dragging herself into the living room and collapsing onto the couch next to her lover. Aaron, being the wonderful man he was, didn’t hesitate to slip his arm around her and welcome her into his loving grasp. It was the first bit of contentment she’d felt since she got out of bed that morning.

“If it helps, I already took care of dinner,” he said. “I made enough taco meat and veggies for however many burritos you need.”

“That helps…to a point,” Gloria said.

“I also got the landlord to fix that busted light in the bathroom. It doesn’t make that awful humming noise anymore. It’s not much, but it it’s one less annoyance.”

“Believe me, I’ll take what I can get at this point.”

She scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder, just appreciating her lover’s upbeat spirits. She needed that in her life. She’d come to rely on it, especially over the course of the past year. Aaron was a lot like her in terms of having lofty goals, but the way he managed the stress never ceased to amaze her.

On paper, he should’ve had it worse than her. Instead of going to college, he joined the fire academy right out of high school and became a fire fighter for several years. That job had plenty of stress, as well as plenty of life-threatening danger. However, being a fire fighter wasn’t his ultimate goal. It was just the first step towards him becoming an EMT, a job that dealt with life-and-death situations that didn’t just involve fire.

That kind of job broke certain people. The work schedule, alone, was arduous. As rough as her day was, at least she only had to work eight-hour shifts. Aaron’s shifts lasted a full 24 hours, during which he had to stay at a station, answering however many calls that sent him to the front lines of life-or-death situations.

While he frequently cited having five days off as a major benefit, Gloria didn’t think that was enough to justify so much work-related stress. She’d seen Aaron come home on days when people died and situations went bad. It affected him, but he always seemed to cope with it. How he did so was a mystery, but also his greatest strength.

“I hate coming home this tense,” Gloria said. “This shouldn’t be my default mood when I get home.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Gloria,” Aaron said, putting his beer aside and holding her a bit closer. “You put up with me during all my training. It’s only fair I do the same while you work your way up the company latter.”

“I appreciate your commitment to fairness, but I feel like I’m missing a step. You came home pissed off more than once, but got over it as soon as you turned on a ball game.”

“What can I say? I find baseball therapeutic,” he said with a humored tone.

“You also take a shower, play a video game, or watch a movie,” Gloria continued. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a slasher movie or an old puzzle game. Somehow, you find a way to relax and recover.”

“And you think that’s unfair?” Aaron asked.

“Of course not,” she said. “It just shows that I’m lacking in something that shouldn’t be so damn hard. I mean…I knew this job wasn’t going to be easy. Why do I suck so much at managing the strain?”

Gloria let out an exasperated groan into her lover’s shoulder. Rather than try to answer her question – which previous boyfriends often did, only to make things worse – he just held her closer. Aaron wasn’t the kind of man who offered false platitudes or empty encouragement. That just wasn’t his style. He kept thing simple and direct, a stark contrast to the complications and chaos that often surrounded her.

For a while, they just stayed silent. Gloria even found herself watching the baseball game. She didn’t even care for baseball, but it was a good distraction. She didn’t get how it helped Aaron relax so effectively after an arduous shift, but whatever his methods, they worked.

“One day, my dad came home from work so pissed off I actually hid in my room,” Aaron said, breaking the silence. “Nobody else was home, but I could hear the stomping and cursing through the walls. I rarely saw my dad angry, so I knew something went wrong.”

Gloria cast her lover a confused look.

“Your dad is the least temperamental man I know,” she said. “Where are you going with this?”

“There is a point here. I promise,” Aaron assured her. “It was just as jarring for me, hearing my dad sound so angry. I honestly don’t remember what he was angry about, but it was the most I’d ever heard him curse in my life. I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed in my room, waiting for it to pass.”

Gloria grew more intrigued. She sensed from his serious undertone that he was telling the truth. Aaron wasn’t one to just make up stories. On top of being a terrible liar, he was a sub-par storyteller. The only way he could sound that serious while, especially with a baseball playing in the background, was if he were recounting something from memory.

“So did it?” she asked curiously.

“Eventually,” Aaron replied. “It must have taken a good 20 minutes. Even after that, I waited another 20 before I finally left my room. I was genuinely nervous about approaching my father. I’d never been that nervous to talk to him in my life. I was tempted to wait until my mom got home, but I decided to brave it.”

Gloria listened more intently. As her lover recalled the incident, his demeanor suddenly shifted. He laughed to himself and shook his head, a strange turn after what sounded like such a scary moment for a kid that age. The way he smiled about it almost made the memory seem fond.

“When I approached him, he was just sitting there in the living room…watching a baseball game, just like I’m doing right now,” Aaron said, laughing to himself. “He had a beer in one hand and a bag of peanuts in the other. He looked perfectly fine. He even smiled at me when I walked up to him.”

“That must have been a relief,” Gloria said.

“I was more confused than relieved. I was also still worried. So rather than just ignore it, like I probably should have, I asked him if anything was wrong.”

He paused and laughed again. He even started blushing. Either his father said something really profound or really embarrassing. Now, Gloria had to know.

“What did he say?” she asked.

“He just said he had a terrible day at the office, but then he came home, cussed the world out, and jerked off in the bathroom. After that, he felt perfectly fine.”

“He really said that?” Gloria said.

“I swear, those were his exact words,” Aaron affirmed, still laughing to himself. “You’ve met my dad. You know as well as anyone the man was born without a filter. He says what he wants and doesn’t care how it sounds to others. It can be downright obscene, but he always gets his point across.”

He kept smiling and laughing. He even raised his beer a little before taking another sip, as if to salute his father’s response. Gloria still looked at him strangely, not entirely sure why he shared that story. The way he told it made it seem like a fond memory. The fact that he was so relaxed while she was so stressed out said more about her than it did about Aaron’s colorful childhood.

She found herself scrutinizing the story more closely. Aaron had gone back to watching the ball game, but kept his arm around her shoulder while she remained curled up beside him, still wearing the same office attire that had become so disheveled over the course of the day. His story, however true it might have been, had a lot to say about anger and stress. It revealed just as much about how quickly it could pass.

For much of her life, Gloria coped with anger and stress by simply pushing forward. It was how she’d managed to achieve as much as she had. While it helped her stay productive, it wasn’t always healthy. More than a few relationships, both personal and professional, had suffered because of it. She did not want Aaron to be among them.

Aaron’s father seemed to understand as well as anyone that more work was not an effective remedy for a rough day. There were many other ways to deal with it and she hadn’t tried anything different in quite some time. With that in mind, an idea came to her.

“Hey Aaron,” she said, just as the game went to commercial.

“What is it, babe?” he asked, not even looking away from the TV.

“Touch me.”

Before he could ask for more details, she latched onto his arm, which he still had draped over her shoulder, and guided his hand down her lower body. Upon reaching the upper hem of her beige-colored slacks, she undid the top button to loosen them, which allowing him to reach in under her panties and fondle the intimate flesh within.

Naturally, it caught Aaron by surprised, so much so that he let go of his beer and turned away from the TV.

“Whoa! Gloria, what are you…” he said before she cut him off.

“Please, Aaron…touch me,” Gloria said to him with more intensity in her voice.

He remained shocked for a moment. Then, still gripping his arm with both hands, she directed him to fondle her womanhood. She didn’t coax him into being gentle, either. She urged him with her eyes to really fondle her, guiding his thumb to her clitoris and pushing two fingers into her wet slit. The hot sensations that followed did plenty to lift her jaded spirits.

“Yes…like that,” she said, finally smiling for the first time all day.

“Um…okay,” said Aaron with a half-grin. “Guess this means you’re taking my dad’s advice to heart?”

“More like…I want to follow his logic. When it comes to making a bad day better…well, can you think of a better way to boost your mood?”

“Not at the moment, but…”

Again, his words trailed off, but not because she silenced him. He was already stepping up his intimate fondling, rubbing her clit with his thumb and pumping his fingers into her vagina. More sensations followed and her mood continued to improve, so much so that Gloria decided to share in the feeling.

She let go of her lover’s arm, allowing him to keep fingering her at his own pace. As he did so, she slipped her hand down those tattered gym shorts he often wore around the house and fondled his penis. He reacted favorably to her intimate touch. She could already feel him becoming erect.

“I know I can be uptight,” Gloria whispered into his ear. “I’ve been that way a long…long time.”

She was very seductive with her tone. She couldn’t remember the last time she sounded that seductive during the middle of the week, lone alone just hours after finishing a very stressful day at the office. It was very different from her usual approach to dealing with stress or getting intimate with her lover, for that matter. However, it already felt so right.

“I’d like to work harder on that,” she said, emphasizing certain words carefully.

“Harder…yeah,” said Aaron, his penis already semi-erect.

“This is just me trying something different…something I know you can help me with…something we can both enjoy.”

She stroked his dick even harder, gripping the base and caressing it in just all the ways he loved. Aaron shifted in his seat, allowing her to pull his shorts down further so she could free his member. He kept it up on his end as well, fingering and fondling her pussy with the same level of urgency.

Even after the game came back on, he turned to her and locked his gaze with hers. In his eyes, Gloria saw both a desire to help relieve her sex and indulge in her sex. Having already become moist from his touch, she communicated her desire as well by capturing his lips in a deep, tongue-heavy kiss.

“Mmm…it’s working!” she purred after their lips parted.

“Yeah…I can feel it too,” Aaron chuckled, his dick now standing fully erect.

“But you know me, babe. When it comes to work, I like to overachieve!”

She sounded like a woman possessed. She’d gotten a taste of something very different and she liked it. Compared to how she usually dealt with stress, it almost worked too well.

True to her ambitious nature, she kissed her lover again before releasing her grip on his cock and rising up from the couch. That got Aaron to remove his hand from her inner thighs in the process. Then, with her now standing in front of him, blocking his view from the baseball game still playing in the background, she stripped naked.

She didn’t carefully remove each part of her pantsuit like she usually did, carefully folding them in the process. She just took it all off, underwear and all, and tossed it aside in a wrinkled heap. It was such a huge departure from her usual approach to sex, but Aaron didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem interested in the baseball game anymore and just admired her fully nude form.

“Wow!” he said with a beaming grin. “Talk about a seventh inning stretch.”

“Here’s what I want to do,” she said, taking a step closer and leaning over so that her boobs were right in his face, “I’m going to ride your cock. I’m going ride it hard and I’ll do it in a way where you can still watch the game.”

“That’s…incredibly sexy and considerate.”

“You’re helping your girlfriend recover from a rough day. The least I can do is make sure you don’t miss a play.”

It sounded both logical and considerate, two things that frequently slipped Gloria’s mind whenever she was stressed out. That was another promising sign. Knowing how much her lover enjoyed his baseball games, going out of her way to accommodate him felt like just the kind of thing an overachieving woman like her would do.

Aaron, still with that beaming grin, scrambled to push his shorts and boxers down to his ankles so he could accommodate her as well. As soon as he kicked them aside, she eagerly mounted her lover, aligning their bodies in the perfect position with which to pursue her new favorite method of relieving stress.

“Gloria…I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it!” Aaron said.

“Speak for yourself, stud,” she quipped playfully.

After some sensual maneuvering, Gloria effectively straddled her lover’s hips in an upright cowgirl position, her pelvis hovering just over his rigid member. Aaron eagerly embraced her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her as she prepared for their union. She clung to his shoulders, breathing deep and bracing herself for the approaching feeling.

Then, once their genitals were perfectly aligned, she thrust her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood. That smooth, sensual feeling of their sex quickly filled her being, directly attacking whatever stress had followed her from work.

“Ooh Aaron!” Gloria gasped. “This…is just what I needed!”

Her voice and expression now awash with passion, she began moving her lower body, gyrating her hips, working her wet folds up and down the length of his cock. She quickly built up a steady, but slow pace. She and Aaron had never been big on the kind of ravenous sex that left them winded and sore. Too much of their lives was fast and urgent. They needed something that was slow and measured. It helped that it made for more passionate, intimate sex.

It felt good, bringing more of those hot sensations that felt so refreshing and relaxing. She did her par and Aaron did his, holding onto her hips and supplementing her movements with those strong arms of his. He also took advantage of her intent to not entirely distract him from his baseball game, resting his chin her shoulder and watching the latest inning begin as she rode him hard.

“Gloria…so hot…so beautiful,” her lover moaned in a deep, manly tone.

“Aaron…my love,” she replied, nibbling on his ear to further intensify the feeling.

Together, their naked bodies danced their intimate dance, soaking in the blissful sensations that followed and sharing loving sentiments every step of the way. It had been a while since they made love formally. It had been even longer since they’d done it spontaneously. It was as refreshing as it was therapeutic.

Their sex continued at the steady pace Gloria built up, drawing out both the intimacy and the pleasure. Her lover’s dedication combined with her famous work ethic ensured they shared plenty. Steadily, she approached her orgasmic threshold. Most of the time, it took a while just to get close. Whether by circumstance or novelty, it came much easier. It was yet another sign that she had just uncovered something special with her lover.

“I’m close, Aaron! I’m getting…so close!” she gasped.

“Mmm…me too, Gloria. Me…too!” Aaron grunted.

Gloria finally intensified the pace, exerting through the last round of movements necessary to carry her over the edge. She could feel the ecstasy approaching, like a wave cresting in the distance. When it hit, she dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders, closed her eyes, and threw her head back to cast out what remained of her distress, welcoming in the ecstasy in the process.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It was like the perfect medicine, the hot waves of pleasure erupting from her core and rippling through her body. She couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had felt that good or that soothing. From the way her inner muscles contracted around her lover’s cock to the way he embraced her through the entire feeling, it was special.

Her orgasmic writhing helped Aaron get his share too. Shortly after she entered that realm of euphoria, he climaxed too. She felt his nails rake over her thighs as his lower body tensed and his member throbbed within her depths. He then let out that deep, masculine moan as he released his manly fluid inside her, their juices mixing together in a perfect manifestation of sexual intimacy. Even as she continued reveling in orgasmic delight, she locked her eyes on him again and smiled.

“I love you, Aaron,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Gloria,” he said in response.

“Thank you…for making such a bad day feel better.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with another beaming smile, “and thank you for making a baseball game all the more appealing!”

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Sexy Short Story: Uncut

Here Is The Scientific Reason Men Stick Their Hands Down Their Pants

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after re-reading an old article I wrote about porn stars discussing whether circumcision makes a difference during sex. Now, I’m not trying to make a statement about circumcision or anything like that. This is just a fun sexy story I wrote that was inspired by the topic. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!

“I don’t get it. Why is circumcision such a big deal for men? Does it really make that much of a difference?”

Those oblivious words came directly from the mouth of Dinah Rossler. Less than a week ago, the topic of men and circumcision came up during a conversation with her long-time girlfriend and current roommate, Kayleen. It wasn’t a typical topic that they often discussed. It only became relevant after she’d learned that her boyfriend, Troy Lane, was not circumcised.

“It’s just a piece of skin,” Kayleen had said. “I know guys make a big deal about their dicks, but it doesn’t seem to stop them. All the guys I’ve been with can still fuck…some better than others.”

She’d said that jokingly and Dinah laughed at it, but she remained both curious and concerned. Even though she’d been sexually active since high school, she didn’t consider herself an expert in male anatomy. She worked for a marketing firm and had barely passed her biology classes. She knew what circumcision was, but she never had a reason to think about it.

It was an unexpected and jarring revelation. She and Troy had only been dating for a few weeks. Having met through mutual friends, their relationship quickly blossomed. They had gone out a couple times and Dinah felt some powerful chemistry with him. He was so energetic, handsome, and sweet. He had the charm of an older man and the physique of a college athlete. Dinah quickly decided that Troy was going to be her lover.

They’d already kissed a few times and copped a few feels. However, they had not had sex. Troy only mentioned that he was uncircumcised a while back when she began sharing details of her dating history, which included only a couple serious relationships and a handful of one-night stands. All the men she’d been with were circumcised. All the men that Kayleen had been with were circumcised, as well. That was about to change.

“So you’re really going to do it? I say go for it, girl!” Kaylee had said upon sharing her plans. “You haven’t been laid in a year. You’re due for a good dose of man meat. Just be mindful of that uncut dick of his!”

Again, her friend had said that jokingly. Again, Dinah laughed at it. Since then, she found herself feeling genuinely anxious. Was there really a difference between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis? Would sex with Troy feel any different?

She’d tried looking up information online. Unfortunately, most of what she found involved porn and medical mishaps. Near as Dinah could tell, circumcision was a common practice that became prevalent for strange reasons. It was seen as such a normal thing, but nobody made much of it. Were it not for Troy, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

Now, she couldn’t avoid it. She and Troy had already made plans. She’d invited him to spend the night at her apartment while Kayleen was out of town. She didn’t tell him outright that she wanted to have sex with him, but she’d made it obvious, going so far as to say that she walked around naked while her roommate was gone.

Troy got the message. He even arrived early that evening, complete with flowers and those faded jeans that he didn’t mind getting dirty. She matched his less-than-formal style, wearing only a tank-top and shorts.

“Hello, Dinah. You look stunning,” Troy greeted when she answered the door.

“These clothes are dirty and, by far, the cheapest in my wardrobe,” she pointed out with a half-grin.

“I stand by my previous statement,” he said curtly before presenting her with the flowers.

He wasn’t making it easy for her. Between the flowers and that rugged, manly look of his, he was already making her wet. She fought the urge to just jump his bone as soon as he closed the door behind her. Dinah managed to restrain herself, if only to give herself extra time to prepare.

They ended up skipping most of the formalities. She’d ordered take-out, which they ate at the kitchen table. They made small talk, but Dinah noticed Troy admiring her legs a couple of times. She even eyed his pelvis. She was very horny, having endured a year of lonely nights with her vibrator. He was clearly horny too, having seen that glint in the eyes of many men.

Dinah had always been very sexual, by nature. She’d never had a problem being naked, acting sexy, or indulging in some lurid fun. She came from a family that had always been open about sex, but none of that openness ever extended to circumcision. That was about to change.

“Are you ready for this, Dinah?” he asked her upon setting aside his meal.

“If by ready, you mean a personal tour of my room?” Dinah teased.

“Among other intimate areas,” Troy quipped.

“Well, we do have the place to ourselves and I did promise our first sleepover would be special.”

“I remember,” he said. “You even said it in that same, sexy tone.”

“And I am a woman who keeps her promises, last I checked. So…”

Dinah let her words trail off, allowing Troy to fill in any of the lurid details. Before his mind could entertain too many dirty thoughts, she scooted closer to him and pulled him into an intimate kiss. She also threw in plenty of tongue, sending a clear message.

They were going to take their relationship to the next level.

They were going to have sex tonight.

“Follow me,” she whispered in between the heated kissing.

Taking his hand in hers, Dinah rose up with him from the kitchen table and led her across the mid-sized apartment to her bedroom. They kissed and groped one another every step of the way, so much so they stumbled a few times, leading to some playful laughter. That worked to her advantage because it hid the nervousness surrounding her first uncircumcised penis.

Upon making it to her bedroom, Troy once again proved he was a gentleman, lifting her up in his powerful arms and carrying her to her queen-sized bed. After setting her down, he took off his black T-shirt and slipped out of his faded jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. It was quite a sight, those bulging abs and manly muscles glowing in the evening twilight.

“Ooh, Troy! I don’t remember this being part of the tour,” Dinah said as she took in his half-naked appearance.

“Want me to put my pants back on?” he offered.

“Hell no!”

Like a giddy teenager on prom night, she embraced him again and invited him to join her in bed. He gladly accepted, kissing her passionately and feeling up her feminine curves, reaching up her tank top at one point.

For a while, they just made out as they’d done a few times before. Unlike before, Dinah didn’t mind her clothes getting disheveled. She didn’t intend to keep them on for much longer. Troy had already become adept in knowing how she liked to be kissed and touched. It wasn’t long before he got her blood flowing in all the right directions. At that point, her clothes became too much a burden.

“I think…I’m overdressed,” Dinah told him in between their fervent kissing.

“Want me to help with that?” Troy offered, as though it were the most mannerly thing he could offer.

“Please,” she replied.

He gladly obliged, relieving her of her tank top, which had become hopelessly wrinkled. He did the same with her shorts, elevating her hips and sliding them off her shapely legs. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties.

“What a beautiful sight,” Troy said, smiling at the sight of her naked body.

“Well, I did say the tour would be personal,” she teased with a deep, seductive voice.

He didn’t need much tempting. He eagerly explored her body, kissing down her neck, fondling her breasts, and squeezing her hips with the utmost care. It evoked sharp gasps that helped intensify her arousal, sending Dinah deeper into a daze of lust. She hoped it would make the next part of their sex easier.

While she would’ve preferred to bide her time in that state, Troy’s skilled foreplay stepped up her timetables. As he buried his face between her breasts, he slipped his hand between her thighs and fondled her pussy. A sharp surge of hot sensations followed, filling the room with more sensual gasps.

“Ooh Troy!” Dinah moaned. “Your hand…so skilled.”

Already, Troy set the bar high, in terms of knowing his way around his lover’s body. He showed much more tact and care than most men she’d been with. He seemed to understand how female genitalia worked, a feat few men could boast with a straight face. The way he fingered, fondled, and caressed her most intimate areas was so thorough. He almost brought her to orgasm.

At that point, Dinah came to an important realization. She couldn’t keep stalling. Troy just showed that he was unafraid and well-versed in the features of the female body. It was only fair that she show a similar willingness for the male body, even if it meant venturing into uncharted territory.

“Troy…I’m so hot for you,” she said, already breathless.

“I can tell,” Troy replied curtly.

“You’re also overdressed. I can help with that too!”

If she harbored any reservations about seeing an uncircumcised penis before, they were long gone by now. Troy had rendered her so hot, horny, and impassioned that she didn’t dare hesitate. Dinah wanted him that bad.

Following her escalating desires, she drew him into a strong embrace and shifted their bodies so that she was now the one on top. Troy offered no resistance. He even used it as an opportunity to fondle her butt and admire her nude form under the twilight beaming in from the windows. He clearly wanted her too. The bulge in his underwear made that abundantly clear.

“Guess it’s time,” Dinah said under her breath.

Like she’d done with her previous lovers, she channeled her sensual side, kissing down his unshaven face and trailing her lips down the masculine contours of his upper body. His light gasps of approval helped guide her.

“Your lips…so soft,” Troy said, already short of breath.

His heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat conveyed plenty of desire. Under any other circumstance, Dinah would’ve torn off his underwear and jumped on his cock. She opted to take it slow, gradually working her way down his abdomen and waist. Finally, she reached his boxers and the large bulge it contained. There was no more delaying it.

“Let’s give your little friend some fresh air,” Dinah said seductively.

Troy eagerly elevated his hips so that she could get them off. In doing so, she got her first up-close look at an uncircumcised penis.

She tried not to react too strongly. The last thing she wanted to do was kill the mood. There was still no getting around it. She’d never seen or touched an uncut penis. It was almost like the first time she got intimate with a man, having to learn the workings of the opposite sex.

It helped that Troy was both aroused and well-endowed. Dinah had seen enough male genitalia to know when a man was above average in that respect. It wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen, but it was big enough to keep the sexual energy flowing.

“Troy…so big,” Dinah said, maintaining her seductive tone.

“Go on,” Troy said, “have a taste.”

She usually didn’t need much prompting to enjoy an inviting hunk of manly flesh. She still took her time, lightly grasping his erect member with both hands and stroking it lightly. Almost immediately, she noticed a difference.

“Mmm…this is unique,” she said to herself.

It was a lot easier. The presence of the foreskin helped with her intimate touching, acting as a natural sleeve for her to keep the blood flowing. It was almost as if that bit of skin was supposed to be there. More content gasps from Troy only affirmed that.

Then, she gave the tip a soft lick. That was when she noticed another important difference. It was more sensitive and moist, so much so that the touch of her tongue made it tense with more arousal. At first, she thought she’d been too direct. A moan of approval from Troy reassured her.

“Ooh yeah! That’s it! That feels so good!” he told her.

Intrigued, and now genuinely curious, Dinah proceeded to give him oral sex. With her soft lips, she suckled on his member while steadily stroking him off. Once the novelty of him being uncircumcised wore off, she quickly settled into her usual lustful state. However, more differences emerged, along with unexpected and welcome benefits.

“Mmm…nice and through. I love it!” Troy moaned, running his fingers through her hair as she sucked him.

As good as she was as blowjobs, Dinah knew she wasn’t that good. With her previous lovers, all of them being circumcised, she often had to suck harder to get such a strong reaction. She didn’t have to do nearly as much with Troy. Between the gliding action of his foreskin and the extra sensitivity of the tip, she could give him the same quality of oral sex without straining her jaw muscles.

Encouraged, she stepped up her efforts, mixing things up a bit and getting a better feel for his uncut manhood. The more she did, the more the benefits showed. She didn’t have to be overly elaborate to please him orally. She just had to make use of the extra flesh and let basic lust do the rest. The expression on his face, frequently tensing with pleasure and contentment, told her much of what she needed to know about handling an uncircumcised cock.

As she felt his manhood throb and tense under her grip, her former uncertainty turned into genuine excitement. If oral sex was that much easier with an uncircumcised penis, then what did it mean for full-blown penetration? Would she notice the difference? Would it be so noticeable that she could never go back to circumcised cocks? There was only one way to find out.

“Troy…I want you inside me,” she said after giving his manhood an extra-thorough lick.

“I want it too, Dinah. I want to so fucking bad!” said Troy.

Now with shared urgency, Dinah prepared for the ultimate test for an uncircumcised penis. She released her grip on his shaft, crawled back on top of him, and mounted him in a standard cowgirl position, straddling his hips and aligning her pelvis with his rigid member. He aided her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her until she felt the tip rub against her outer folds.

“My first uncircumcised cock…here goes,” Dinah said to herself.

With the same tact she’d used while giving him oral sex, she guided Troy’s manhood into her depths. The hot sensations of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths quickly followed. She knew those feelings well, but she quickly felt something else with Troy…something that once again changed her understanding of male anatomy.

“Oohhh fuck!” she exclaimed.

She reacted more intensely than she’d expected. Even Troy seemed surprised, laughing somewhat as his length filled her depths. It wasn’t as overwhelming as when she lost her virginity, but it was still a different feeling…one more enjoyable than she ever could’ve expected.

There was noticeably more friction, his uncut manhood stimulating more areas inside her than usual. Even men with bigger dicks didn’t hit that many nerves. With all the extra friction, it felt a lot smoother, the presence of the foreskin meshing perfectly with her inner folds. It was almost as though nature had intended intercourse to be that smooth. It made too much sense.

“Dinah…you okay?” Troy asked her.

“Yes! This…this is great!” she said, sounding overly cheery. “Lay back, handsome. Let me ride this beautiful cock.”

“Ride away, beautiful!”

After processing the initial feeling, more familiar instincts took over. Dinah grabbed hold of her lover’s waist, digging her nails into his chiseled manly flesh, and began rocking her hips. Again, there was a noticeable difference. The way his penis slithered inside her vagina was so natural. It was akin to riding a well-oiled piston instead of the tip of a rod. That small bit of skin made a huge world of difference.

“Wow!” Dinah exclaimed. “So good! Your dick…feels so good!”

“Damn, Dinah! You are one…sexy lady!” Troy said through heavy grunts.

Along with that unique feeling came more stimulation. With that stimulation came more hot sensations. Dinah had a tendency to get a little rough when she got to be on top, but that wasn’t necessary with Troy. A simple, steady rhythm was enough to bring them both the intimate pleasure they sought.

Back and forth, she moved her body in a succession of sensual motions, establishing a sexual rhythm that worked his rigid manhood inside her moist womanhood. That intimate union of flesh triggered an outburst of stronger feelings, blending passion with action. As Troy’s body rocked with his, he eagerly explored her naked body with both hands, fondling her bounding breasts and feeling up her feminine curves. It further supplemented an increasingly profound feeling.

It wasn’t just about her and Troy making love for the first time.

It wasn’t even about her having sex with her first uncircumcised man.

Dinah thought she understood sex, intimacy, and basic human anatomy. The idea that something like the presence or absence of foreskin could make such a difference had an impact. Suddenly, there was a world of sensations that she’d never known. It was a world that all circumcised men she’d slept with could never know. Something about that resonated with her. It also gave Troy a special place in her world.

“Troy…my first intact man,” she said to herself as she rode him.

From that moment forward, Dinah ceased being careful and let her passions guide her. She kept riding her lover’s uncut dick, pawing his upper body as they moved together in a heated dance of decadence. That unique union of flesh, his hardened manhood perfectly complementing her moist womanhood, evoked a steady stream of blissful feelings.

Within that sensual rhythm, she explored with Troy their tastes. She leaned back and put on a sexy spectacle, giving him a better view of her bouncing breasts, which he lovingly fondled. He also rose up and pulled her into a deeper embrace, allowing their lips and tongues to become more acquainted. They varied between fast, fervent bursts and slow, steady motions, drawing out the feeling and maximizing the passion.

Troy demonstrated impressive stamina. She didn’t know if that was another benefit of circumcision or if he was just that adept at pacing himself so that his lover could enjoy the experience. It didn’t matter because Dinah soon found herself on the brink of orgasm. In yet another sign that she had entered uncharted territory in her understanding of sex, she ascended towards that peak faster than she’d anticipated.

“Troy! Ooh Troy! I’m close, baby! I’m so…so close!” Dinah panted, now squeezing his hands in hers as she rode him harder.

“Me…me too, Dinah,” Troy grunted. “Please…ladies first.”

“What a man! What a…wonderful man!”

All reservations and hindrances faded.

Every sensation and feeling escalated.

What began as an anxious and uncertain curiosity was about to culminate.

That hard, well-oiled piston of a cock did what nature had intended from the get-go. With a few more skilled gyrations, Dinah achieved orgasm. She made it a point to interlock her fingers with Troy’s, holding them tight and moaning extra-loud to let him know how much he’d done for her.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It got the point across. Even if it hadn’t, the hot throbbing of her inner muscles in conjunction with her release made it clear. The young woman closed her eyes and arched her back, soaking in every last sensation as her body shuddered under the weight of the pleasure. She barely even noticed Troy getting in a few more thrusts to send himself over the edge as well.

“Dinah!” he cried out upon achieving his release.

Their respective moans and grunts complemented one another, echoing throughout her bedroom in perfect harmony. For a moment, they just clung to one another, gasping for air as the intimate act culminated.

It felt so good. It wasn’t the most elaborate sex act Dinah had ever done, nor was it the most exhaustive. However, what she’d done with Troy dramatically changed the context of those previous act. It was as though she’d been doing something with only a half-functioning tool all her life. Now, after finally experiencing an unaltered penis, her intimate world felt much bigger.

The extent of that world remained unclear, yet full of potential. Dinah was already looking forward to exploring it with Troy, although at the moment, she needed to catch her breath. As the afterglow set in, she rose up off his member and collapsed atop her lover’s body.

“Wow! That was…wow,” Dinah said, now resting her head on his chest.

“I’ll say!” said Troy. “Are you always this…enthusiastic?”

“No. I’m not,” she replied without hesitation. “I guess you’re just…that special.”

“Really? It had nothing to do with me being your first uncircumcised lover?”

Through the afterglow, she looked up at her smirking lover. Had she been that obvious? Was what she just experienced a typical reaction for a woman who didn’t know the joys of an uncut penis? Had Troy not looked so cute – on top of his loving arms remaining draped around her, as well – she might have been upset. Instead, she just smiled and cuddled closer with her lover.

“You’re a special guy, Troy…a guy who I’m glad to call my lover,” she told him. “As for you being my first uncut man…well, let’s just say I have a new appreciation for the male body!”

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Sexy Short Story: The Workout

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote a while back after working out at the gym. I know it has been a while since I posted a sexy short story. I hope there’s still an audience for them. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!

“How do you do it? How do you find the time and energy for all this?”

Kelly Lowell got asked that question often and for good reason. Once people learned about her career aspirations, her workload, and her day-to-day schedule, they looked at her as though she were crazy. Even her closest family members thought her ambitions were excessive.

They weren’t wrong, either. Since high school, Kelly had pursued a career in sports medicine. Her father was a former Olympian. Her two younger brothers were aspiring athletes. She tried to be an athlete too, but a fateful injury during a field hockey game in junior high school sent her down another path. In some respects, that path was more rigorous than that of any athlete.

Kelly’s weekly schedule read like a case study for obsessive overachievers. She was a full-time college sophomore taking on a full-time course load. She was a pre-med student pursuing two majors, one in biology and one in pharmacology. She also interned with the university’s athletic department, working closely with the medical staff to gain the skills and knowledge necessary to help her build a career sports medicine.

On top of those jobs, she worked part time at a local gym. Even with loans and scholarships, she needed extra money for textbooks and tuition. Kelly often joked that her day ended and began at sunrise, but for those closest to her, it was no laughing matter.

“I’m worried about you, Kelly,” they would tell her. “You work too hard, but act like it’s no big deal. That’s not healthy.”

She acknowledged and appreciated their concerns. She went to great lengths to reassure her friends and family that she could handle her workload. She always did so with a smile and an energy that shouldn’t have been possible for someone with her schedule.

Kelly suspected that made them even more concerned. Telling them she could manage her workload helped, but telling them with a beaming smile and boundless energy often left them more confused. However, part of that was her fault because she left out a few key details, one of which was about to play out.

“Five a.m. sharp,” said Kelly as she checked her phone. “Right on schedule.”

Sitting behind the front desk of the gym she worked at, she smiled as she checked her phone. That, in and of itself, was an accomplishment.

It was the middle of the week.

It was still pitch-black outside.

It was freezing cold.

The gym wasn’t supposed to open for another half-hour, but Kelly always came in early. She sacrificed a chunk of what little sleep she got to unlock the doors and turn on the lights. She didn’t get paid extra for it, either. However, she was still compensated in a very meaningful way.

“I’m ready when you’re ready, Kelly,” came a deep, masculine voice from the main workout area.

Her smile widened. That voice belonged to Alexander Braxton, an aspiring bodybuilder who worked just as hard she did in pursuit of his dream. He was the reason why she went behind her boss’ back to open the gym early. He was also the one who helped fuel that energy that gave her such passion and drive.

“I’ll be right there,” Kelly called out from the front desk.

She got up from the desk, walked up to the front entrance, and locked it to make sure nobody else entered. At this early hour, only the greatest overachievers dared to hit the gym. By that standard, she and Alex definitely qualified.

After turning off the front lights, she entered the main workout area through the double doors next to the front desk. The gym was large and spacious, stocked with every amenity an athlete needed. Alex made good use of every piece of equipment, but for someone as ambitious as him, free-weights and treadmills only went so far. Kelly understood that more than most.

With the doors behind her closed, she approached the tall, hulking man standing just in front of the weight bench. She could tell he’d just completed his warm-up. He had already worked up a light layer of sweat. It filled the immediate area with his intense, masculine musk. Her morning cup of coffee hadn’t entirely woken her up, but she was certainly alert now.

“And just like that, I’m ready to work harder…among other things,” Kelly said under her breath.

Just being near him got her heart racing for all the right reasons. Even by amateur bodybuilding standards, Alex was an incredible testament to the male physique. His arms were more muscular than most men’s legs. His legs were bigger than most men’s torso. While some men bragged about six-pack abs, Alex could boast an eight-pack and then some. His every muscle was so toned and chiseled, like a work of art from a master artist.

They were not overly bulky. They were not the product of steroids, either. Such a strong, masculine figure could only come from dedicated work and relentless drive. Kelly, being pre-med and having accomplished athletes in her family, knew the difference. That was how she and Alex had connected when she first arrived at college. That connection eventually evolved into something much deeper.

“The regional bodybuilding finals are next week,” Alex said to her with folded arms.

“My mid-terms are in four days,” she replied.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said with a knowing grin. “Just letting you know I need this as much as you.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You still doubt me?”

“Not at all,” Kelly said in a seductive, yet serious demeanor, “but I know you, Alex. I know you as much as well as you know me. People who are as driven as us…we never stop proving ourselves.”

True to that effort, Kelly made the first move. She stripped out of her clothes, removing her tank top and sweatpants. She hadn’t bother with underwear that morning. She never did when she met up with Alex. It only got in the way.

Now, fully naked and very much alert, she stood before the muscular man. With a seductive gaze, she dared him to match her energy. Alex, being both competitive and determined, never failed to measure up.

“I just love how you go about proving yourself,” he said as he admired her nude form.

“Some people need coaching. Some need meditation. You and me…well, we have our preferred methods,” Kelly replied.

“That, we do.”

With the same focus as her, Alex stripped out of his workout clothes. He couldn’t get out of his shirt, shoes, and shorts fast enough. Even under the gym’s poor fluorescent lighting, seeing him in all his glory was a sight to behold at any hour. The muscles his clothes didn’t cover were impressive enough. Seeing everything, including an endowment worthy of his stature, further raised the bar.

“Since we both need this, I’ll be thorough,” Alex told her.

“So will I,” said Kelly.

They both spoke with the determination, dedication, and drive that only a select few could boast. Adding intense sexual arousal to the mix only intensified the mood. Like every other aspiration, Kelly pursued it to the utmost and beyond.

Like a couple of caged animals in heat, she and Alex unleashed their unique passions on one another. Again, she made the first move. She jumped up into his powerful arms, threw her legs around her waist, and latched onto his powerful shoulders. Alex caught her and held her up with ease, grabbing a firm hold of her butt with both hands. The second she felt his naked skin touch hers, the next ambitious push began.

“Your turn to prove yourself,” she whispered into his ear. “Go on. Do it as only you can.”

It wasn’t a dare.

It wasn’t a request, either.

It was a catalyst…a very effective catalyst.

Locked in his arms, clinging to his muscular body, Kelly caressed his unshaven face and saw the fire ignite in his eyes. Every athlete needed that special spark to put them in that special zone. She could tell by his gaze and his touch that he was already there.

“As only I can,” Alex said with a determined tone.

He put those bulging muscles of his to use. With determination worthy of a future champion, he kissed her hard on the lips and laid her down on the weight bench. From there, their special brand of foreplay unfolded.

Alex was so energetic and focused, feeling and caressing his way around her naked body. He knew where and how to apply the passion. He traced his hand up her thigh, skillfully kneaded her breasts, and used extra tongue when kissing her. He made sure to maintain intimate body contact every step of the way, allowing his masculine sinews to press against her feminine flesh. That got her in the zone too and not just in terms of arousal.

Kelly was already wet and ready for more. Alex quickly caught up. She could feel the tip of this throbbing erection press against her thighs. However, as any athlete knew, a warm-up was just as important as the workout. To keep pushing themselves as hard as they did, they couldn’t skip those critical steps.

True to his word, Alex was thorough. He left few parts of her naked skin untouched or uncaressed. When their lips finally parted, she made it clear that she was done with the warm-up.

“I’m ready,” he said intently.

“So am I,” said Kelly.

Needing no further motivation, Alex took the initiative.

He rose into an upright position, grabbed hold of her thighs, and spread her legs apart. Kelly remained flat on her back, holding onto the heavy bar bell hanging right above her, which still had traces of his sweat on it. She kept urging him on with her gaze, watching as he aligned his erect manhood with her wet entrance. Once in position, he delivered a thrust worthy of his imposing stature and entered her.

“Ohhh yes!” Kelly cried out. “This…needed this…more than I thought.”

“Mmm…me too,” Alex said with a determined grunt.

He wasted no time establishing a sexual rhythm. The man humped her the same way he pumped iron. Like the rest of his rigorous workouts, he did motion with perfect form and fervor. Her body rocked in accord with his. His hard, throbbing cock pumped smoothly and rapidly within her womanhood. Hot flesh meshed with hot flesh, slithering and stimulating every intimate area at every step of the way.

Powerful grunts and groans filled the empty gym. However, these were not the sounds of strain. It wasn’t just ecstasy, either. As Kelly locked eyes with Alex, matching the fire in his eyes every step of the way, she felt the true impact of this feeling.

“Alex…so strong,” she said.

“Kelly…even stronger,” he said.

He leaned over and kissed her, but still maintained the vigorous pace of their sex. She eagerly kissed back, matching both the energy and passion he put into this profound act.

It never ceased to amaze her. No matter how often they did it, the power of this uniquely intimate feeling filled her with a special kind of fulfillment. It was a special kind of sex, one born from the distinct drive and ambition that she and Alex shared. Kelly had enjoyed her share of sex with previous lovers, but that was all it had ever been.

For a time, sex was either a distraction or afterthought. Then, in a perfect convergence of fate and luck, her path crossed with Alex. With him, she found a new kind of strength. She uncovered a side of herself that changed her idea of what she could achieve and how hard she could push herself. It became instrumental in handling her extensive workload. It also became an integral part of Alex’s training.

The fact it made for incredibly hot sex in the early hours of the morning wasn’t lost on her either. It wasn’t an afterthought, but it was a hell of a bonus. Through Alex’s skilled, thorough humping, he brought her on the cusp of orgasm. She tried not to make it that easy for him, but when the sex was this good, that was too much work, even for her.

“Yes! Ooh yes! I’m close…so close!” Kelly said through labored pants.

His focus didn’t waiver for a second. He stepped up the pace, thrusting harder and faster to give her that extra push she so loved. When the feeling hit, she didn’t hold back. She clung to the bar bell, curled her toes, and arched her lower back as that special feeling washed over her.

“You got what you needed…and then some,” Alex said.

Kelly barely heard him. She tended to be very vocal during sex. It was one of the reasons they had to do it in an empty gym at the crack of dawn, but it was hardly the biggest.

Alex temporarily slowed the pace of his rhythmic thrusting, giving her time and space to soak in the feeling. He knew how important that feeling was to her. It went beyond good sex and good workouts. It was part of that distinct drive that fueled her lofty ambitions. He had that drive too. As such, he also knew that she was not the kind of girl to make someone else do all the work.

“Now, it’s your turn!” Kelly told him.

His intense focus finally broke. He cracked a smile and she smiled back. She was still catching her breath, her mind and body flooded with orgasmic sensations. That had never stopped her from doing her part as thoroughly as he did his.

“Do what you need to do,” Alex said, his smile and his tone daring her to keep pushing.

As always, Kelly rose to the occasion. She channeled more of that unique strength, grabbing the hulking man’s toned shoulders and repositioning their bodies. It started with a heated kiss, but ended with Alex lying on the bench press, flat on his back. Now, Kelly was the one on top, straddling his waist with his still-erect cock aching for her intimate warmth.

It happened so fast, like a reflex they had trained. It was a testament to just how adept they’d become at tapping this powerful source of intimate strength. She made good use of that strength, grabbing hold of his waist and plunging her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood.

“My turn, indeed,” said Alex, still grinning as he admired her naked body.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” said Kelly seductively. “The workout has just begun!”

From there, she began riding him.

She rode him hard and fast.

She rode him as hard as he’d humped her.

He showed off his strength. Now, she showed off hers. She was every bit as thorough and fervent, working her hips and rocking her body in a focused outburst of energy. She watched his rugged expression become awash in bliss. He still kept doing his part, exploring her upper body with his powerful hands, giving extra attention to her breasts and butt. He tried to supplement her movements, but she made sure they weren’t necessary to get the job done.

“Harder…faster…stronger,” Kelly panted as she rode him.

She kept repeating it like a mantra, as if to engrain that mentality into his brain and hers. An aspiring bodybuilder needed more motivation than most. The same went for aspiring doctors specializing in athletes. When it took the form of great sex, it was incredibly effective.

Kelly still pushed herself as hard a she pushed her lover. She kept riding Alex’s cock, guiding him towards his ultimate peak. He didn’t make it easy on her. She could tell by his determined look that he wanted to hold out. It was his way of going the extra mile. She didn’t mind the challenge. Like everything else in her life, she embraced it. That only made the final victory more rewarding.

“Almost…there!” Alex grunted. “I’m really…really close!”

Kelly didn’t dare lose focus. She worked her hips harder, grabbing onto his shoulders while he squeezed her butt in anticipation. With her eyes, she made it clear that he’d pushed hard enough. He had earned his prize, just as she’d earned hers.

“Come! You’ve proven yourself,” she told him.

That fateful affirmation did the trick. At that moment, Alex came.

He was every bit as vocal as her, closing his eyes and flexing all the necessary muscles to enjoy his release. Kelly finally broke focus to enjoy the spectacle. Still holding onto his shoulders, she smiled and enjoyed the fruits of her intensive labor.

Alex clearly enjoyed it more. She felt the bulky muscles of his lower body tense and contract in accord with his climax. Within her hot depths, a potent mix of fluids gave form and substance to this powerful feeling. It was intense, intimate, and pleasurable to the utmost. Even for the high bar that she and Alex set, it was another triumph.

“You’re going to succeed next week,” Kelly said to him.

“So will you,” he said, still breathless.

“We work so hard. We push ourselves beyond our limits,” she said, “but when we have something like this…”

Her words trailed off. Alex opened his eyes, rose up, and wrapped him in his muscular arms. Within that sweaty, naked embrace, the breadth of their strength and drive once again revealed itself.

“Like this,” Alex said, “this isn’t just what drive us…or motivates us.

“Then, what is it?” she asked.

“A reminder,” he said, “a reminder of how much further we can go.”

He kissed her. Any shred of doubt or reservation melted away. It was all so clear. Great sex with a wonderful man who shared her ambition was profound, but only covered part of the feeling.

Thinking back to everyone who’d ever asked where she got the energy, the answer became clear. All that work, sacrifice, and struggle took a special kind of strength. In this moment, between her and her lover, she remembered that she was strong enough and so was he. In terms of reminders, they needed it. The fact it felt so good ensured they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

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