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Daily Sexy Musing: Hard Working Men

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Talking about gender-specific issues can be touchy these days. I know this because I’ve done that on more than one occasion. While there are some undeniably difficult subjects within those issues, there are also some aspects that are undeniably fun. As it just so happens, many of those details happen to be of the sexy kind.

There are a lot of gender-specific traits that have incredible sex appeal. I don’t think I need to go into detail about why men find female breasts sexy or why women find Channing Tatum’s abs sexy. That kind of appeal speaks for itself. For the appeal that comes from men doing hard work, it’s a bit subtler, but every bit as powerful.

I know this because I’ve felt it. I’ve had days where I’ve labored away for hours on end, working up a sweat and straining muscles that I don’t normally strain. Going all the way back to high school, those days were rarely easy. However, those were often the same days at which I felt truly sexy, as a man.

It’s one thing to just work through general drudgery. There’s nothing too sexy about that. When you work hard and achieve something you’re genuinely proud of, though, it’s like slaying a dragon and winning the Super Bowl. For a man, it highlights the best aspects of masculinity. Some misguided people call it toxic. Most see it for what it is and a good chunk of it is sexy.

A hard-working man, straining his body and pushing his limits, is in the upper echelons of male sex appeal. As a man, I can attest how great it feels to achieve that level of manliness. I feel like a Daily Sexy Musing for it is overdue, but that’s okay because some sexy is always worth celebrating.

I grunt.

I strain.

I sweat.

I lift.

I push.

With every ounce of effort, I channel the power in every muscle. I endure the hot sun, the muggy air, and the dirty ground. There’s work to be done and I have the strength to do it. Through grit and grime, I don’t avoid it. I embrace it. I am a man and this is my finest hour.

The task is daunting. Every breath I take is labored and short. There’s pain in my body that’s impossible to ignore. Even so, I forge ahead. At first, the strain is distress. A part of me looks for any excuse to stop. Another urges me forward, turning pain into strength and strength into stamina. The more I hurt, the harder I work.

There’s a job to be done.

There’s a goal to be reached.

There’s a challenge to overcome.

I do not waiver, letting every beat of sweat pour down my body. I can feel the eyes of others on me, watching as I turn my manly strength into something real and tangible. I sense the growing awe in their eyes. Respect and admiration comes easy when you’re strength is there for all to see.

I want them to see it.

I want them to know it.

I want them to respect it.

My hands get dirtier. The scrapes and scars accumulate. Pain and discomfort keep trying to dissuade me. At every turn, they fail. I am a man, working hard and earning his lot. Whether in gold or respect, I know my value. Now, I have proven it.

I am at my strongest.

I am at my greatest.

I am at my most fit.

In the presence of such a man, what will we do? What more can we achieve?

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“The VIP Treatment” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about getting the VIP treatment in Las Vegas. Having been to Vegas and shared some personal experiences, I can attest that it knows how to treat its high rollers. This isn’t necessarily based on a true story, but I doubt anyone would be surprised if something like it happened. Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”

Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.

“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.

“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”

Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less.

He’d already paid handsomely to reserve the presidential suite at a Las Vegas luxury resort for an entire weekend. He had to pay even more to modify the master bedroom to his fanciful specifications. That included blacking out the windows, covering the lights with red-tinted shades, and modifying the king-sized bed so that it had special fixtures on the headboard and sides to accommodate certain sexual accessories.

“Are you comfortable?” the voice asked him.

“Relatively speaking,” Christopher replied with a half-humored tone, “but I’m getting there. This is just…something I never thought I’d get a chance to do.”

“It’s your fantasy. It’s happening, as we speak. You can stop overthinking it, Birthday Boy.”

That was easier said than done. Lying in the center of the oversized bed, wearing nothing both a pair of white underwear, Christopher tried to relax atop the soft, French linins. That wasn’t easy while his arms were bound to the headboard by special rope, courtesy of a local BDSM store. If that weren’t challenging enough, he was surrounded by five beautiful women wearing G-string thongs and camisole lingerie. Each woman was there to make his fantasy a reality and they took that role seriously.

They were prostitutes, each of which had been carefully screened and very well-compensated to make his fantasy real. They were not the kind of prostitutes who worked on street corners or within seedy clubs. Each woman could’ve easily been mistaken for a supermodel or a porn star. Such beauty cost extra, but Christopher gladly paid it and then some.

In addition to the money, they all had to sign an ironclad non-disclosure agreement that ensured the substance of his fantasy would never leave the walls of the resort. The women, whether they were enticed by the money or the prospect of serving some rich young man’s fantasy, signed on with surprising eagerness. The de-facto leader of the pack, a woman calling herself Amy Rox, set a tone that felt both playful and serious.

“We all know the deal, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Amy. “You’re a rich, handsome young man looking to celebrate in his own, kinky way.”

“It’s uh…not quite that simple, but still mostly accurate,” he said sheepishly.

“You hired me and my sister whores – Roxy, Raven, Trixie, and Candy – to spend the night satisfying you. From what I can tell, it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying birthday.”

“Or a satisfying night, for that matter,” said Candy, the platinum-blonde woman who appeared to be second-in-command. “Seriously, why does such a cute guy with a big trust fund look like he’s never been surrounded by half-naked women?”

“It’s probably because he hasn’t,” noted Trixie, a tall woman with large breasts and an exotic complexion. “Trust me. I know the signs and I’m not just referring to the tent he’s pitching in his briefs.”

Christopher smiled and blushed. The women were more perspective than he’d expected. He resisted the urge to tell them how right they were. If they’d known why he went to such lengths to live out his lurid fantasies, they would’ve either laughed or not believed him.

They weren’t wrong for thinking that he had the means to surround himself with naked women. He wasn’t just young and rich. He was the primary heir to the Harpsworth fortune and business empire. His family went back five generations and, over the years, had accumulated a level of wealth that still left accountants astonished. For that reason, along with his youth and relative good looks, Christopher didn’t blame people for thinking he didn’t have to do much to indulge in his every decadent whim.

The reality of being a Harpsworth, though, was hardly a fantasy. Christopher was fairly certain that nobody, be they beautiful women or a random guy on the street, understood why his wealthy life rarely felt like a privilege.

“It doesn’t matter how many times he’s been tied to a bed and surrounded by naked women,” said Amy, keeping the mood dead serious. “What matters is we’re here. This handsome young man has needs and he’s trusting us to fulfill them.”

“And he’s paying us,” added Roxy. “He’s paying us a lot.”

“All the more reason to do a damn good job!”

Amy, like the leader of an army regiment, made the first move. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she crawled up onto the king-sized bed and hovered over his bound form. Looming over him, she looked like a cross between an angel from Heaven and a temptress from Hell. As he gazed up at her, the bulge in his underwear grew even larger.

“Looks like he’s trying to make it easier for us,” said Raven, her gaze narrowing on the bulge.

“Let’s hope not,” said Candy. “I prefer a challenge!”

“Trust me, sister whores. This will not be easy,” said Amy.

She spoke with such certainty. It was like she knew why his needs had become so desperate. There was no way she could’ve known, even if she read the fine print on the NDA. As he gazed into her eyes, though, Christopher sensed she understood more than he dared concede.

His mouth already dry with anticipation, Amy didn’t surmise more of his motivation. She just hovered over him while the four other half-naked women surrounded him from all sides, each casting him a seductive look. A couple even reached in and playfully rubbed the bulge in his underwear. That really got his blood flowing in the right directions…or wrong, if he were judging by Harpsworth standards.

“Before we get to the main course, let’s enjoy some appetizers,” Amy said seductively.

“What if we’re hungry now?” asked Trixie.

“You’ll just have to wait. He clearly knows a thing or two about patience. It’s only fair that we appreciate it too.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Raven scoffed.

“Oh it’s there,” Amy said confidently. “It’s definitely there.”

Her certainty was almost as much a turn-on as her perfectly-shaped breasts, which couldn’t have been natural. Christopher, his wrists still bound and his body still prone, was even more captivated by the sensual spirit of the moment. While the four other women were clearly intent on doing what he’d paid them to do, Amy took it more seriously.

She helped reinforce that point as she slipped off him briefly and led the charge, once more. She began by kissing him on the lips and pawing his chest, skillfully using her tongue to convey an extra level of sensuality. As he tasted her sweet lips, the four other women went to work tasting other parts of his body. Before he knew it, Christopher felt like the ultimate treat at a sex buffet.

“Mmm…so young, strong, and prestigious,” Roxy commented as she trailed her lips over his nipple. “I like it!”

“You taste good, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Trixie after licking down the lower part of his navel.

“Is this making your birthday extra-happy yet?” asked Raven.

Christopher opened his mouth to answer, but now words came out. He just gasped in blissful contentment, his body finally settling into the fantasy that once seemed so distant. It had taken him longer than expected to fully wrap his head around it, but it finally sank in. His most intimate fantasy was really happening.

The five beautiful women demonstrated remarkable coordination as they went about tasting his half-naked body, exploring his manly flesh with their soft lips. It was so erotic and stimulating, sending shivers of bliss and energy surging through his body. He might have even squealed with delight, at one point. If he had, the women didn’t hold it against him. They never once deviated from the sensual spirit of the fantasy.

“Kiss me…taste me…embrace me,” Christopher found himself saying in between gasps.

“Shh,” Amy said softly. “Just relax. Let us lovely ladies do what we need to do.”

The wealthy young man gladly obliged. The five women were gentle, but thorough, taking turns tasting specific areas. After thoroughly tasting his lips, Amy turned her attention to his neck and shoulders, allowing Candy to move in and twirl her tongue with his, as well. Roxy, Raven, and Trixie each patiently waited their turn, but kept themselves very busy in the meantime.

The five beautiful women left little of his exposed body untouched, unkissed, and unstimulated. Inch by inch, they trailed their lips and tongues around the sinews of his upper body, showing utmost care. They were playful, but affectionate, a rare combination for anyone carrying the Harpsworth name. It was so intense that Christopher’s breathing became ragged.

“Easy, Birthday Boy. Easy,” Amy whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Relax. You’re the ultimate VIP. It’s okay to enjoy it.”

She made it sounds so easy and alluring. By every objective measure, it was. By the skewed standards of the Harpsworth family, though, it might as well have been an alien concept.

He tried not to think about his family’s rigid standards. He just wanted to enjoy the treatment of a wealthy VIP in Las Vegas. The five beautiful women kept doing their part, flashing him seductive looks as they kissed and pawed his upper body. By the time they’d tasted the breadth of his flesh, the bulge in his underwear became too large to ignore.

“Those look so confining,” commented Candy as she kissed around his upper thigh. “I think it’s time we take them off.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Amy. “His dick needs to be free…in more ways than one.”

Christopher offered no opposition. He just kept grinning in a daze as the five women gathered around his waist, grabbed the sides of his underwear, and removed them to expose his throbbing manhood. He didn’t know how hard a man’s dick was supposed to get in anticipation of fulfilling an overdue desire. He was fairly certain that his had raised the bar.

“Wow!” said Raven in amazement. “That is a hell of a boner.”

“Either someone took a few blue pills this morning or there are other forces behind this little birthday fantasy,” said Trixie.

“I’m usually inclined to believe the former, but this time…I’m not so sure,” said Roxy.

Christopher blushed again as the beautiful women marveled over the sight of his hardened cock. Amy was the only one who didn’t divert her gaze from his. She still had that glint in her eyes that told him she understood more than her fellow prostitutes.

“Whatever the case, I’m positive that we’re all very overdressed,” said Amy.

“A sentence I never thought a high-class would say with a straight face,” teased Raven.

“He’s made his needs and desires clear,” she went on. “We can’t do our jobs while fully clothed.”

“Good thing I used to be a stripper,” said Candy.

Showing more coordination – a kind most wouldn’t attribute to prostitutes or former strippers – the five beautiful women stripped naked before his eyes. They even put on a show, of sorts.

Trixie and Candy teased one another as they took turns taking off one another’s camisole, exposing their perfectly round breasts in the process. Raven and Roxy did something similar, standing up on the bed together and wiggling their hips as they slid off their G-string thongs, giving him a perfect view of their luscious lady parts. Amy kept things simple, hovering right over him as she removed her top and slid out of her underwear. It was as though she wanted to make sure he saw every inch of her naked body.

It was a sight Christopher wouldn’t soon forget. While he had seen naked women before – and not just through a computer screen, either – he’d never seen it take such a fanciful form. It was like a dream playing out before his eyes. He swore it made his dick even harder, if that were even possible. It also further affirmed just how much he needed the satisfaction that five beautiful women could offer.

“Beautiful,” Christopher said with unmitigated awe. “You amazingly wonderful women…are so beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks!” said Roxy. “That might be the nicest comment anyone has ever given me when I’m naked.”

“He didn’t even mention my tits or my freshly shaved pussy,” Trixie said. “I don’t know why you have so many needs, Christopher Harpsworth, but I’m glad you hired us to meet them!”

He kept smiling as they posed before him, showing off their bodies like models on a runway. It was becoming harder and harder to hide. His circumstances were different from that of other rich VIPs in Vegas celebrating their birthday. If they knew the truth, they might even feel sorry for him.

Seeing such beautiful naked women, so playful and free with their bodies, reminded him of the high price that game with being a Harpsworth. It just wasn’t possible to experience those things in his world. A child of the Harpsworth family, especially the male ones, were expected to come out of the womb willing to work. Christopher couldn’t remember a time of his life when he wasn’t working, to some extent. The story was similar for everyone else in his family, including his cousins, relatives, and four sisters.

There was always work to do and it always related to building the family legacy. It was a full-time job from which nobody could retire or break from. There were no vacations or holidays. Every goal, whim, and desire had to align with that of the Harpsworth family name. Anything selfish or indulgent was subject to scorn and stigma. It was why he had to come to Las Vegas under the guise of a business trip.

While Christopher had encountered opportunities to indulge before, going back to his days as a handsome rich kid at a co-ed boarding school, he only ever managed some light indulgence. He’d never had a chance to just vent the breadth of his desires over the course of a single night. The five women before him had no idea how deep those desires went, but he suspected Amy had a faint idea.

“Get comfortable with nudity, ladies. From here on out, clothing is prohibited for the rest of the night,” said Amy.

“I’m not usually keen on your bossy tone, Amy,” said Candy, “but since we’ve got such a handsome birthday boy, I’ll give it a pass.”

“Good to hear. Besides, it’ll make things easier for the next step and beyond,” Amy went on.

“And what might that entail?” asked Raven, as though she didn’t already know.

“He’s got a raging boner and we’re all wearing overpriced lipstick,” she said. “What do you think?”

Not waiting for her fellow prostitutes to fill in the blanks, Amy went to work giving his erect penis some intimate attention. She started by grasping the base with both hands, leaning over his waist from his left side, and suckling the tip with her soft lips. The intense sensations that followed caused Christopher to react strongly, almost pulling the rope off the headboard. While his arms remained bound, it still got the point across.

“A five-way blow-job,” Roxy said, “always a challenge, but always worth it!”

“You said it, my fellow whore!” said Trixie.

Brimming with sexual energy, the five beautiful women surrounded his erect manhood, as though it were a priceless relic. Still bound and utterly at their mercy, all Christopher could do was lay back and enjoy it. For once, he wouldn’t have to do the work. That, almost as much as the prospect of receiving oral sex, was immensely stimulating.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, this is what I want!” the young man seethed.

He watched with a mix of awe and intensity as the five women went to work on his dick. Amy maintained a firm grip on the base of his cock while she and the rest of the women fought for the privilege of sucking it. Amy got the first taste, but was quickly shoved aside by Raven and Trixie, who ended up coordinating by slurping along each side of his shaft, alternating between who got to taste the tip.

It was intense, the feeling of their soft lips and skilled tongues on his cock. It sent shudders of ecstasy shooting up through his body like miniature shocks. Christopher had received oral sex before, but never from women who actually knew what they were doing. The women in his wealthy circles were good at a lot of things, but intimacy and kink weren’t among them.

As he soaked in every feeling, the women continued cycling through the intimate process. They treated it as a contest, of sorts, with each woman showing off her oral sex skills. After Raven and Trixie tag-teamed his cock, Candy showed off even more by deep-throating him to such an extent that required a superhuman gag reflex. It even got her a round of applause from her fellow whores.

“Damn! Someone has been working on her dick-sucking skills,” said Raven.

“Show off,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes.

“I bet I can do better,” said Roxy. “Move aside!”

The oral sex contest escalated even further. After Candy got in a few long, lengthy sucks, Roxy moved in to demonstrate her deep-throating skills as well. Christopher honestly didn’t know that anyone could get that skilled at sucking a dick, but the women before him kept finding ways to blur the lines of fantasy.

“Good…better…great!” he gasped. “My God, that feels incredible!”

“Then, we’re doing something right,” Amy said, as though it were standard protocol.

The oral sex competition kept going until each of them had shown off their skills. Eventually, the competition gave way to greater coordination. At one point, all five women had their tongues touching his cock, licking and slithering along every inch, stimulating every sensitive nerve. Through their efforts, Christopher found himself entering unfamiliar territory in terms of lust and desire.

For once, the work and toil that was expected of a Harpsworth felt rewarded. However, the reward didn’t just extend to making more money and furthering the family name. It felt more personal, an effort built around his desires and no one else’s. That made it special in ways beyond the sensual.

“Ladies, I think he’s ready for more,” said Amy after giving the tip of his cock one last lick.

“Really? Five women sucking his dick isn’t enough?” teased Raven.

“For a handsome young man on his birthday? Hardly,” Amy scoffed. “All this was just an appetizer. It’s time for the main course!”

The five naked women exchanged knowing glances. Once again, Amy proved a capable leader, the four other women trusting her intimate instincts. Christopher had come to trust it as well. In fact, he believed that she understood his needs better than he did.

With a commanding gesture, the four other women pulled away from his still-erect cock. Then, like a well-organized team with a refined game-plan, they positioned themselves around him. Amy got on top of him again, straddling his waist and hovering over his bound form. Raven and Trixie laid in the area to his left, pulling each other into a playful embrace. Candy and Roxy were to his right in a similar embrace, showing little hesitation in letting their naked bodies intimately touch.

While they seemed to be having fun, Amy remained serious. Gazing down at him, her breasts right in his face while his dick rubbed against her butt from behind, she made clear that she was the de-facto arbiter of his elaborate fantasy. Christopher might have known what he wanted, but only Amy knew how to go about getting it.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” she began, as though it were even a debate at that point, “I’m going to ride your cock nice and hard. You’re going to enjoy my pussy. And while you’re enjoying it, these four lovely ladies are going to channel their inner bisexual and put on a show for you.”

“Only part of it is for show,” said Roxy, already fondling Candy’s breasts. “The other part is to keep ourselves wet and ready.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Trixie. “I actually am bi. This is just a bonus round for me!”

“Don’t get greedy,” Amy warned. “Remember, this is all for our handsome VIP. We get laid all the time and get paid for it. Mr. Harpsworth here…he genuinely needs this.”

She really emphasized that last point, highlighting the difference between fulfilling a need and just having some kinky fun. Christopher still wasn’t sure how she understood that difference so well, but he was beyond caring. The full extent of his fantasy, desires, and needs was about to unfold.

“In that case,” Candy said, “what are we waiting for?”

“Yeah! Let the birthday kink begin!” Raven said.

The four women to his sides began going at it, making out and fondling each other in a full-blown sex show. They rubbed their breasts together, twirled their tongues, and fingered one another’s pussies with skill every bit as refined as their blowjob abilities.

As hot as those visuals were, Christopher focused much of his attention on Amy. She took his needs and desires more seriously than the others. Being naked and bound, the burden of finishing the job she’d promised was on her shoulders.

“I know what you need and why, Christopher Hapsworth,” she said to him. “Here…let me give it to you.”

With those fateful words, Amy adjusted herself, aligning her body with his. Then, in a moment that shattered the line between fantasy and reality, she guided his dick into her pussy.

What followed was ecstasy in its purest form. Christopher could only gasp, his mind and body frozen under the weight of the feeling. It was so hot, her tight womanly folds slithering along his member. Once full penetration was achieved, the fantasy finally became real.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“Yes!” Amy said, her voice seething with lust. “You like it. You need it. Embrace it!”

Christopher replied only with another gasp, the ropes restraining his arms barely holding him at that point. Amy’s response was more productive. Once her inner muscles had accommodated his manhood, she grabbed onto his waist and began riding him. She wasn’t too rough, but she wasn’t too careful, either. Like a real-life goddess, she knew exactly what he needed to make their sex as satisfying as it needed to be.

“Yeah! You go, Amy! Ride that cock!” Roxy encouraged while Candy sucked on her nipples.

That’s how a pro, fucks,” commented Raven.

“You almost sound jealous,” said Trixie.

“Good thing I’m too horny to care.”

The four women cheered Amy on, but kept their sex show going. Even they seemed to admire Amy’s unique kills. Anyone who could impress both a Hapsworth and four experienced whores had to be special in her own right.

Amy kept rising to the occasion, riding his cock and rocking her body to the intimate rhythm. It felt like their bodies were perfectly synchronized, his manhood slithering smoothly within the tight folds of her womanhood. It was so intense, Amy’s heated efforts evoking immense rewards in the form of incredible bliss. What made it even more remarkable was her willingness to share those rewards.

“I…I’m getting close, Mr. Hapsworth,” she said intently. “I know…you’re close too.”

Again, Christopher could only respond with gasps. It was enough to get his point across. While still riding his cock, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Come with me,” she said to him. “I want it, but you need it.”

As if to further her point, she intensified her movements, riding him harder to send him to the brink. That threshold of ecstasy usually took so much effort, on his part. Every shred of bliss and comfort took so much work for a Hapsworth. The feeling of someone else taking him to that special domain was an incredible feeling that made for a special kind of euphoria.

“Ohhh God, I’m coming! I’m going to…come!” he exclaimed.

Time froze. Thoughts, passions, and all sense of logic blended together into a single feeling. In a rare moment of serenity, Christopher Hapsworth entered a world of ecstasy, courtesy of the sensual efforts of Amy and her fellow prostitutes.

Suddenly, he became the primary spectacle, the four other women ceasing their playful gestures to admire the sight. He could feel their eyes on him as his expression tensed, his body shuddered, and his voice echoed with unfiltered passion. He heard Amy moan as well, still clinging to his waist as their intimate flesh remained perfectly entwined.

At first, he wasn’t sure if she’d climaxed too or if she faked it. However, the way her inner muscles throbbed around his member and the look on her face as he soaked in the feeling convinced him there was nothing fake about it. She had an orgasm as well. She pursued the same pleasure and shared it with him.

It was antithetical to the Hapsworth family creed, sharing the fruits of one’s labor with someone who had not earned it. That was exactly what made it so appealing, as well as satisfying. His wrists still bound and his face now beaming with joy, Christopher eagerly shared in the moment with her.

“That…was better than any fantasy,” he said breathlessly.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Hapsworth,” said Amy with a grin, still leaning over in a more intimate embrace. “For such a handsome young man, I could do nothing less…especially on his birthday.”

“I…don’t think you appreciate the gift you’ve just given me,” Christopher said. “What we did…how we did it…why we did it…I wish I could put it into words, but I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find other ways to tell us,” commented Roxy coyly.

“I hope so,” said Candy, “because even by horny rich guy standards, I’m not entirely sure what I just witnessed.”

The other women seemed to share in that sentiment. They even looked intrigued, as though he’d done something to set himself apart from all the other rich men who hired prostitutes in Las Vegas. Christopher would’ve loved to explain how his fantasy had taken shape and why he waited until his birthday in Las Vegas to pursue it. Even with his ivy league education, he doubted he could find the words.

He didn’t have to explain himself to Amy, though. He could tell through that subtle glint in her eyes that she already knew. Through a simple nod, she told him that she knew how the rest of his fantasy would play out.

“He’s had his first taste of a once-impossible fantasy,” Amy said. “Trust me, ladies. He wants more…a lot more.”

With a mischievous grin, she rose up off his still-throbbing member and untied his wrists from the bed. Once free, Christopher felt a new kind of energy consume him. After tasting that feeling that Amy shared with him, experiencing his fantasy on a level that revealed so much about his passions, he was ready to pursue it on his own terms.

He set his sights on the four naked women who’d been making out and building their respective arousal. In that instant, Christopher transformed from a bound and eager submissive to a predatory alpha male in heat. Through a single glance, he let each woman know that he was going to fuck them and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Ooh boy,” said Trixie, “I’ve seen that look before.”

“Me too,” Roxy said. “Good thing it makes me wet.”

“No more talking, please,” said Christopher, his lust mixing with the formalities of being a Hapsworth. “I’m going to have my way with each of you beautiful ladies. Rest assured, I’ll work hard to ensure you leave this bed satisfied.”

“Is that a promise, Birthday Boy?” asked Candy.

“No. It’s a warning!”

Unleashed from his confines and driven by focused desire, Christopher pounced on the four naked women with an energy that surprised even the most experience prostitutes. He pulled all four of them into a messy embrace, drawing them into a four-way kiss that created a mass of naked flesh in the center of the bed. From there, a chaotic, yet organized outburst of lust unfolded.

He started with Trixie, laying her down and arranging their bodies in a 69 position so he could eat her pussy out while she sucked his dick. There was nothing careful or gentle about it. He ate her out with the intention of giving her an orgasm and humped her face with the intention of getting his dick hard again for more sex. It ended up working faster than any of the women expected.

“Mmm…fuck!” was all Trixie got out before she climaxed.

Christopher didn’t even wait for the orgasmic process to finish. His dick was already hard again and he set his sights on Candy and Roxy. After getting off Trixie, he took on the same commanding poise as Amy had when she was directing the fantasy.

“Roxy,” he said, pointing at her, “get on top of Candy. I’m going to fuck you both.”

“Whatever you say, Birthday Boy!” said Candy.

“So assertive and manly,” said Roxy, “you better fuck me first!”

“Don’t worry. You’re both getting fucked.”

True to his Hapsworth name, he turned his words into actions. As soon as Candy got on top of Roxy, he pounced on both of them, positioning himself behind them so that he could fuck them both, alternating between their pussies along the way. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. Every thrust, touch, and motion was focused. Now that the fantasy was real, the only way to take it further was to put in the effort. Thankfully, that was something every Hapsworth appreciated.

“Fuck! Ooh fuck!” Roxy said as he pumped into her depths. “So…strong! So good!”

“Mmm…this handsome VIP is full of surprises!” said Candy while rubbing her breasts against Roxy’s to supplement the feeling.

He kept at, never losing focus for a second. He did it until both women came – or pretended to come, as might have been the case. He wasn’t as sure that they were as genuine as Amy, but that didn’t matter. He still had passions to vent and a fantasy to pursue.

After having his way with Roxy and Candy, he set his sights on Raven, who’d been making out with Amy to keep herself in the moment. Christopher literally tore her from Amy’s embrace, turned her over so that she was on all fours, and got behind her so that he could fuck her too. With the same focused fervor he’d shown with the other women, he entered her and began rocking her body.

“Ooh! Damn, what’s gotten…into him?” Raven asked.

“You don’t need to know,” Amy said, still in front of her and shoving her breasts in her face. “This is his fantasy on his birthday. Let him enjoy it.”

“Did I say I minded?” she replied. “Hell, I like it!”

Encouraged by her reaction, Christopher humped her harder than Roxy and Candy, rocking her body and evoking blissful cries that echoed throughout the room. She was definitely the loudest of the women, letting out high-pitched squeals of delight as he indulged in their sex. It only got louder when he brought her to orgasm, which he was fairly certain she didn’t fake.

At that point, having had his way with every woman at least once, Christopher tempered his focus and followed his whims more directly. He was still very aroused and very determined to push the limits of his fantasy. The five beautiful women continued to oblige and share in the feeling.

“Don’t let up, Mr. Hapsworth!” Amy urged. “Keep fucking us. Keep indulging. You put in the effort and so will we!”

She knew how to push his buttons. She knew that would only encourage him. That just made Christopher want to indulge even more.

Everything quickly devolved into a mesh of sweaty naked bodies, moving and gyrating in accord with the most basic of whims. Christopher could no longer keep track of it all. One moment, he had Trixie on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders as he pumped his cock into her pussy. The next, he had Roxy on top of him riding his cock while Amy straddled his face so he could gorge on her pussy. The women continued to demonstrate their ability to coordinate. Candy and Raven used their breasts to tit-fuck him at one point. Raven and Amy laid on their sides and made out with each other while he alternated between fucking them.

He ended up climaxing at least several times over the course of such indulgence, pushing the limits of both fantasy and male biology. Even the women were impressed. They were probably used to a man losing his passion after blowing his load once. Those men didn’t have nearly as much pent up passion as him. Being able to exercise it for once, carving out a special fantasy on his birthday, helped his body match his desires.

“What I’ve wanted…what I’ve needed,” he said in the middle of the indulgence. “Finally, it’s mine to embrace.”

“Yes, Christopher,” Amy said to him. “It’s yours and no one else’s.”

That idea was almost as powerful as the ecstasy that came with it, enjoying the fruits of his labor on his own terms instead of those imposed by his family. It felt like such an alien concept when it shouldn’t have, enjoying a feeling for himself instead of making everything about his family’s legacy. Fantasy or not, it was as satisfying as it was profound.

“Yes! Embrace it, Mr. Hapsworth! Embrace it!” each woman began saying, as though it were a mantra.

He responded with more actions, indulging in more sex acts with each woman, venting his passions and meeting years of unmet needs. The five women continued to accommodate him every step of the way, getting their share of the feeling as well. He didn’t know for certain if they were as satisfied as him, but he certainly did his part.

When it finally ended, the last shared climax having occurred with Amy and Trixie, they all collapsed atop the oversized bed in a naked heap. The entire room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. After echoes of orgasmic cries had filled the room, the only sounds that remained were heavy breathing and content sighs. It was a serene conclusion to such a decadent fantasy.

Somewhere along the line, Christopher Hapsworth found himself lying in the center of the bed with Amy curled up on one side and Trixie on the other. Raven, Roxy, and Candy were already half-asleep, lying near the foot of the bed. Trixie must have been really tired because she was already snoring. He was in need of rest as well, but held off, if only to savor every last moment of the experience.

Only Amy remained fully awake. As he laid with her, surrounded by other naked women and having completed a fantasy, she gently stroked his chest, gazing at him with that knowing look of hers. Whether by luck, fate, or a fitting birthday present, Christopher had found a woman who had embraced the fantasy every bit as much as he had. It led him to wonder just how great an impact it would have once returned to the laborious life of being a Hapsworth.

“It’s okay, Mr. Hapsworth,” Amy said to him in that soft, sensual tone he’d come to love.

“Yes,” he said with a content grin. “This is very okay.”

“I’m not just talking about that,” she said. “I’m saying it’s okay to pursue your own needs every once in a while. There’s a time to work hard for the sake of others and a time to work for the sake of yourself. It doesn’t have to be a fantasy, but when it’s your birthday and you’re in Las Vegas…why not?”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Learning About You

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There are a great many ways to be intimate with someone. Not all of them involve nudity and rubbing body parts together. While that can be fun, as I’ve explored in both novels and sexy short stories, there’s something to be said about the intimacy we feel when we learn about someone.

I know this because I met my first girlfriend online. While we had plenty of face-to-face moments together, some of our most intimate experiences occurred while we were learning about one another. Sharing your hopes, dreams, and sorrows with someone requires some level of intimacy. When done right, it can feel every bit as powerful as a kiss.

Some people may scoff at the idea of sharing intimacy through a computer screen. While I understand that sentiment to some extent, I also think they’re understating the kind of connection people can forge, just by learning about each other. It doesn’t matter whether it’s at a coffee shop or over a cell phone. That kind of exchange can create some powerful bonds.

Like it or not, more and more people are finding their significant other over the internet. That figure is sure to grow as our connection to technology deepens. Regardless of the medium, learning about someone is a powerful act of intimacy. It helps forge the foundation on which other intimate acts are built. This Daily Sexy Musing is a celebration of that process, if only because it can be done fully clothed.

Who are you?

Who do you aspire to be?

What makes you so enchanting?

Why am I drawn to you?

Why are you drawn to me?

I’ve so many questions and a burning need for answers. Just seeing you sparked my curiosity, but talking to you has enriched my soul. I’ve yet to kiss, touch, or fantasize about you. My heart may influence me, but it’s curiosity that drives me.

Every word you say brings more revelation. With each insight comes more questions. I respond in kind, not seeking to fall in love or pursue my lust. In due time, those feelings soon find their way into each exchange. At first, they’re a distraction. Soon, they become a potent fuel to a growing fire.

I want to know you.

I want you to know me.

The more I know, the more I want to know.

The more you know, the more I can prove I’m worth loving.

There’s a blossoming passion between us. Through each intimate exchange, we become more than just two people talking. In you, I don’t just see a pretty face with a lot to say. I see a complete person, from the deepest scars on your psyche to the purest parts of your soul. Our strengths, our flaws, our goals, and our dreams lie bare and exposed.

Where some pull back, we venture further into one another. My world links with yours, feelings and sentiments entwined for the first time. It’s scary, but exciting. Even when the talking stops, the exchange continues. New questions emerge, but the answers become secondary. Just seeking them fuels that fiery passion.

By learning about you, I know what I feel.

By learning about me, you know what I see.

By learning about each other, we dare ask the intimate questions.

By learning about each other, we boldly seek intimate answers.

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Daily Sexy Musing: First Time Frisking

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The first time you do anything, you can’t expect to be good at it. No matter how talented you are, it’s still going to be as awkward as it is exciting. The same applies to all things sexy. In fact, I would argue that the awkwardness and excitement is magnified tenfold. That’s part of what makes those first frisky moments we share so memorable.

I certainly remember the first time I got frisky with a significant other. She and I were restless, alone, and watching reruns of old X-Men cartoons. It also happened to be the holidays so we were really in the spirit, so to speak. I don’t remember the exact moment when our hands slipped under our shirts, but it was a fun moment for all the right reasons.

It can certainly get more intense than that. From the first time you share a kiss with your lover to the first time you see each other naked, those moments are going to stand out, regardless of whether you break up or go onto get married. Even if it’s a less-than-pleasant experience, it’ll resonate on so many levels. It’s part of what makes intimacy so powerful.

This Daily Sexy Musing is my attempt to take those powerful moments and put them into a larger context. It’s not just about that epic first kiss. It’s not just about that first time two peoples’ genitals interact. There are many other passions at work and they’re definitely worth exploring.

I’ve thought about it.

I’ve dreamed about it.

I’ve hoped, wondered, and pined about it.

Finally, I can stop imagining.

We’ve followed our passions thus far. From the first gaze we exchanged to the last embrace we shared, we’ve already beaten the odds. I’ve proven myself as worthy of your affection. You’ve proven to me that these feelings are real.

I want you.

You want me.

Together, we want whatever our passions incur.

It’s no longer enough to just share words and gestures. I’ve caressed your face and tasted your lips. You’ve held my hand and felt my warmth. Now, I seek something more intimate. Being around you makes my heart race and my clothes itchy. To know you and love you, we must take another critical step.

We find a private area. Every possible distraction is removed or muted. As the moment builds, my knees grow week and my skin becomes hot. I know what I desire, but I’m nervous to embrace it. I can feel you trembling with the same anxiety, knowing that this will be our first time. After, there can never be another.

For the briefest of instants, I question whether we’re ready. My body restrains my heart, reminding me of just how big a moment this is. I understand the weight of the feeling, but I do not pull back. In your eyes, I see another eager soul yearning to capture this moment.

Finally, we shed our clothes.

Finally, we touch once-forbidding parts of flesh.

Finally, we get our first taste of one another’s love.

Reservation turns to exhilaration. Our hearts race together, but not out of dread or fear. For the first time, we feel one another in a deeply intimate way. There are no more barriers to our passions. For the first time, we unleash the breadth of our passions.

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“My Parents’ Bedroom” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by an anecdote I heard in high school. I won’t say how accurate certain details are. I’ll just say that the couple that inspired this story were as bold as they were in love. Enjoy!

“Young love is dumb love.”

Those were the exact words that Tyra Armstrong’s used the first time she brought up the subject of dating. It had only been a joke and she was in middle school at the time, but her father was dead serious. He’d made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t supposed to waste time with boys and romance. Her only concerns had to revolve around school, grades, and getting into college. Her mother shared that sentiment and went out of her way to belabor it whenever her father wasn’t around.

For the most part, Tyra honored her parents’ wishes. She was an honor student, a track star, and on track to go to any college of her choosing. When her parents were around, she said all the right things and conducted herself as a dutiful daughter. When they weren’t around, however, she dared to be defiant.

“Hurry up, Vic!” Tyra urged a tall, slender boy as they entered the back door of her house.

“Take it easy, Tyra. You act like we’re sneaking into the White House or something,” the boy replied, following closely as she led him through the kitchen.

“For what we’re about to do, neither one of us should be acting.”

“Even if your parents already know me and love me?”

“Trust me,” she told him, “that’ll only piss them off even more.”

Victor Frey hesitated briefly as she led him down the hall of her family’s one-story house, but Tyra kept urging him along. He wasn’t one to shy away from risky situations, especially when the prospect of getting naked with a cute girl was a possible reward. His father worked on hot rods in his spare time and his mother served in the Coast Guard. Being bold ran in his family, but that didn’t stop him from underestimating the risks.

Tyra still tried to distract him from contemplating them. Halfway down the hall, she pulled him into an intimate embrace, kissing him hard on the lips and throwing in some extra tongue to further tempt him. She even guided his hands from her waist to her butt, making it abundantly clear to him how much she wanted him, despite the best efforts of her parents.

“Tyra…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say pissing off your parents is a turn-on,” Vic commented.

“What gave you that idea?” she asked seductively.

“Well, aside from the fact that your thigh is grinding against my crotch, I’m sensing some family drama here. I mean…I get why you tell your parents you’re hanging out with Karen instead of me, but this kind of deception is…well, it’s telling.”

“It damn well better,” said Tyra. “It says how much I love you.”

Just saying those words left her breathless. Still standing in the middle of the hall, embracing in ways that would’ve sent her parents into a rage, Tyra gazed intently into the eyes of the teenage boy she’d fallen so hard for.

Victor wasn’t some big, hulking jocks like the guys on the football team. She’d actually known him since the third grade. Her mother was friends with his mother. They’d been friends for years, but they hadn’t always been that close. That changed shortly after her 17th birthday when a mutual friend of theirs, Sarah Meyer, died in a car accident.

It started with him comforting her. It then led to her kissing him. From there, one thing led to another. The next things he knew, they were hanging out, hooking up, and making love in his parents’ basement when her parents thought she was studying with friends. She hadn’t planned on falling in love with him or losing her virginity to him. Everything her parents taught her about young love implied it was wrong, but with every intimate moment, it felt more and more right.

“Vic, I know I can be neurotic when it comes to sharing these moments,” Tyra said to him in a more serious tone.

“Not the word I would use, but I can’t think of anything more accurate,” he replied jokingly.

“And it’s not just because of my parents…although they’re the primary reason,” she continued. “You see, I never made an effort to find love. Hell, I’d even promised myself I would avoid that shit until college. At least then I could have some distance between me and my parents.”

“Sorry if I made you break that promise,” said Victor.

“No. Don’t you dare apologize for loving me like you did. It feels too damn good and too damn right,” she said, now caressing his unshaven face affectionately, “and no, I’m not just referring to the kissing, the dates, and the sex.”

“I didn’t think you were. I know you better than that, Tyra.”

“That’s the other reason. Between Sarah dying, racing hormones, and focusing way too much on my future, you helped me slow down just enough so I could appreciate the present. Even though everyone – teachers, parents, and those weird guest speakers at church – all say we shouldn’t take love at our age too seriously, I think…no, I know this is serious.”

To further affirm her point, she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his, soaking in his warmth on a such a dreary day. Victor got the message loud and clear, kissing back with equal passion. He even lifted her up into his arms, as if to show that he was strong enough to handle the young love everyone said was dumb. It just made he want him even more.

Not forgetting why she invited him over after school, knowing her parents wouldn’t be home for another couple hours, another dangerous idea popped into her head. Whether it was out of passion or recklessness, it was another one of those desire that seemed so wrong on paper, but felt so right.

“Vic…my parents’ bedroom,” Tyra said upon breaking the kiss.

“Um…what about it?” Victor asked incredulously.

“Let’s do it in my parents’ bedroom!” she said, still clinging to his shoulders. “Think about it…us, in their bed, making love in all the ways they don’t want.”

“That…is fucking crazy.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Hell no!” he said without hesitation. “We’re graduating in two months. And since they already said we can’t go to the prom…”

His words trailed off. Tyra could already tell from that look on his face that he was entertaining thoughts of them naked in bed, doing things and feeling things that her parents didn’t want them to feel. It was so dangerous and daring. Then again, that had been the entire basis of their relationship and it had worked so well.

“I’ll lead the way,” she said seductively.

With renewed focus, Tyra led him towards the end of the hall, passing by her bedroom in the process. That was usually where their passionate moments began and ended. They’d even gotten quite skilled at sneaking in and out, keeping those moments discrete. Her parents’ bedroom was usually off-limits, even when they weren’t home. The idea of venturing into such forbidden territory only gave their passion an added thrill.

She and Victor burst through the door like a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon. They were all over each other, kissing and necking like a couple of animals in heat. As soon as Victor kicked the door shut, they began shedding their clothes. Tyra practically tore his shirt off while he undid her pants. As they made their way to the king-sized bed, they stripped each other down to their underwear. Now in just her bra and panties, Tyra leapt up onto the bed and invited her young lover to join her.

“Come, my love,” she said playfully. “Let’s enjoy some reckless, teenage hormones!”

“Good thing I’m feeling extra reckless,” Victor said in his manliest tone.

Tyra snickered at his remark, already noticing a sizable bulge in his boxers. Like a veteran lover, he crawled onto the bed with her and took her in his arms. They then began making out, kissing and groping one another like the horny teens they were.

Whether subconsciously or intentionally, they made their way to the head of the bed. Once there, Victor snuck his hand behind her back and unclasped her bra. Once loose, he slipped it off and tossed into the pile of wrinkled clothing on the floor. He then trailed his lips down her face and neck while kneading her exposed breasts with both hands.

It felt good. It felt really good. He knew how much she loved having her breasts rubbed. It got her feeling even more aroused.

“Vic…so reckless,” she moaned. “God, it makes me wet!”

“Then, I guess you don’t need these panties anymore,” he quipped.

Tyra, her inner thighs already burning with arousal, lifted her hips so that her love could remove them. As soon as they were off, Victor shed his boxers and tossed them into the same pile of wrinkled clothing, revealing his rapidly-hardening manhood.

Now naked, aroused, and in the last place she wanted her parents to catch them in, Tyra slipped under the sheets with her lover and resumed their foreplay. The feeling of their hot, naked skin touching – her breasts pressing up against his chest, her thighs brushing up against his penis, and their hands exploring the various sinews of their bodies – amplified the desire, as well as the passion.

“Tyra…my love,” he gasped in between their heated kissing.

Hearing that proclamation, stating out loud in her parents’ bedroom the feeling they told her to avoid, made Tyra’s heart skip a beat. It turned an already-powerful desire into something much more meaningful.

“Victor…take me,” Tyra told him.

Needing no further guidance, Victor turned that desire into a physical act. Shifting his hands to her thighs, the bedsheets barely covering their waist, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Then, with the care and focus she’d come to expect from her lover, he guided his manhood towards her wet entrance. With a simple thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Ooh Vic!” she gasped.

“Mmm…Tyra,” he said through a deep, manly grunt.

Their flesh now intimately entwined, he captured her lips again and began making love to her on her parents’ bed…the same bed on which she’d probably been conceived years ago. Something about that seemed so strange, yet so right.

It made even basic, missionary-style sex feel so exciting. Victor was more energetic than usual, really working his body against hers, his hardened flesh slithering sensually within her moist womanhood. He was just as thorough in how he sensually kissed her lips and felt up her feminine curves, paying special attention to her breasts like he’d done earlier.

He’d learned early in their burgeoning sex life – and by accident, no less – that she loved having her breasts teased a certain way. For reasons she didn’t quite understand, it helped bring her to the brink of orgasm every bit as effectively as a targeted rubbing of her clit. The idea of getting off in the same room her parents slept was too appealing on too many levels.

Tyra also did her part to make the risk worth it, hooking her legs around his waist and raking her nails over his back in just the way he liked. As their naked bodies moved, rocking the bed along with it, they never diverted their gaze from one another. Even in a moment of reckless danger, passion found a way to show in their sex.

“I…I’m so close,” Tyra told him. “Please, Vic…I want this.”

“Me too, Tyra. I…I want it too,” he said intently.

He stepped up the pace of their movements, fondling both her breasts in just the right way to send her to the edge. Another loving kiss, followed by an equally-loving embrace, send her beyond that special brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Vic!” she cried out.

It was like touching a piece of Heaven, feeling a wondrous pleasure wash over her like a jolt from the divine. Victor held her closer, caressing her face and watching her expression contort to the successive surge of sensations. He even cased his movements, allowing her to fully immerse herself in her peak.

It showed just how much he cared about pleasing his lover. It also showed how strong his feelings were for her. Beyond making love in their parents’ bedroom, he was still dedicated to making it feel special.

“I love you, Tyra,” he told her, as if he hadn’t proved that enough.

“I love you too, Victor,” she replied.

Tyra, still shuddering under the weight of all the pleasure, captured his lips in another kiss. In doing so, her own dedicated passion kicked in. She had in her arms a lover who was very willing to take big risks to express their love. That kind of dedication deserved reciprocation in the best possible way.

“On your back,” Tyra whispered into his ear. “Now, it’s your turn!”

With a playful grin and a seductive glance, she rolled their naked bodies over so that Victor was now flat on his back with her straddling his hips. Their flesh never parted, his rigid member still within the tight confines of her throbbing womanhood. Still immersed in that intimate feeling, she rose into an upright position and began riding her lover like a woman possessed.

“Ohhh Tyra! So…so hot!” the young man moaned.

“Yeah…that’s it, my love!” Tyra said with an affectionate purr. “Enjoy it! Let me ride you till you come!”

Victor responded only with more impassioned grunts and groans. Tyra, embracing a more playful brand of lovemaking, put on a sexy show for her lover. She practically danced atop him, gyrating her hips and rocking her body in a way that made her breasts bounce with every movement.

It was such an erotic display, putting her lover in a trance-like daze. His hands remained on her breasts and his eyes remained locked with hers, so focused and determined to share in the pleasure she’d just enjoyed. She could tell he was close. The subtle twitches and contortions of his face were a dead giveaway.

Using those subtleties as a guide, Tyra stepped up the pace of her riding, working her tight folds along the length of his dick to bring him to that special place that she’d just ventured. As the feeling neared, his hands found hers, their fingers interlocked, and they held on for the final ascension.

“Tyra…I’m ready!” Victor gasped. “I’m going to…oh God!”

It finally arrived in the form of an intense, powerful release. Tyra could feel that intensity as his manhood throbbed inside her, releasing his manly fluid into her depths. His dazed state morphed into one of total ecstasy, the look of a young man who’d just made love in a way that was extra-meaningful. Still holding his hands tightly within hers, she cast him a beaming smile. When his eyes finally opened within the midst of his euphoric release, he smiled back.

He didn’t say a word and neither did she. They didn’t have to. They just kept smiling, shared an affectionate kiss, and let their flesh part for some much needed rest. Tyra practically collapsed atop her naked lover, resting her head on his chest and hearing his rapid heartbeat. His arms remained draped around her, their naked bodies only partially covered by the sheets. Even as they panted heavily to catch their breath, a clear and unmistakable truth set in.

“Young love is dumb love, my ass,” Tyra said under her breath.

“What was that, love?” said Victor, still very dazed by their shared peak.

“Nothing, babe!”

They shared a brief laugh as the afterglow settled in. It was such a nice feeling on top of that warm, intimate feeling of their juices mixing inside her. She wasn’t too worried, though. She’d been on birth control since before she and Victor started dating. Officially, it was for health reasons. Unofficially, though, it was her way of affirming that she wasn’t going to wait until her wedding night to experience such a wondrous feeling.

She and Victor had shared many such feelings in the brief time they’d been together. Young love or not, she remained determined to keep exploring it, even after they graduated. She wasn’t quite ready to make long-term plans. They were still young and adventurous, as evidenced by their willingness to do it in her parents’ bedroom. Whatever plans they made, though, she was determined to make them for the right reasons and not just because of what her parents wanted.

For now, she was content to just enjoy the post-coital afterglow. However, just as the cuddling began, a familiar sound emerged from the other side of the small, one-floor house.

“Damn, it feels good to be home,” said the voice of Tyra’s tired and clearly-irritated father.

Almost instantly, the afterglow vanished. Bliss and contentment was immediately replaced with dread and a new kind of urgency.

“Crap!” both Tyra and Victor said under their collective breath.

Like a reflex, they got out of the bed and gathered their clothes. While Victor scrambled to get his pants on, not even putting on his underwear, Tyra did her best to straighten out the bed so that it didn’t look like a couple of teenagers just had sex on it. For a moment, Victor looked around anxiously. While still fixing the bed, Tyra noticed a half-open window near the dresser.

“Vic…the window!” she pointed out.

“And it’s open, thank God!” he said.

He moved quickly and as quietly as possible, even as the footsteps of her father echoed from the living room. With his shirt, shoes, and socks in hand, he opened the window the rest of the way and crawled out into the muddy, dreary yard outside. It was not how Tyra had hoped to see her boyfriend leave, but so long as he got away in time, she was okay with it.

“Vic,” she called out, still gathering her clothes.

“What?” he said anxiously from outside.

“Next time…we do it in your parents’ bedroom.”

For a brief moment, he smiled. No longer caring that he was half-naked and covered in rain, he cast her a smile before running through the back yard and hopping the fence. Tyra lingered just long enough to make sure that he got away.

Still not dressed, clutching her discarded clothes to her naked body, Tyra carefully slipped out of her parents’ bedroom. Near as she could tell, her father was still in the living room. She could hear him pacing, which he often did when he came home feeling stressed out and irritated. Knowing that was the worst possible mood for him to find out his daughter just had sex with her boyfriend, she acted quickly.

Thinking fast, she ducked into the hall bathroom and not a second too soon. Her father already began making his way down the hall.

“Tyra? Are you here?” he called out.

“I’m here, daddy!” she said from the bathroom. “I’m just about to take a hot shower. The walk home just left me feeling so messy.”

In effort to sell it, she turned the shower on, hoping her father wouldn’t probe deeper. She even heard him walk by the bathroom door. The seconds that followed were tortuous. She swore her heart had jumped up into the back of her throat. If her father gave her that penetrating look of his, she wasn’t sure she could convincingly lie to him.

Much to her relief, he just kept walking.

“A hot shower…that sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Just make sure you set the table before your mother gets home. She’s bringing take-out and I’m not in the mood to do dishes tonight.”

“Don’t worry, daddy! I’ll take care of it,” Tyra said, once again sounding like the dutiful daughter.

Finally, she exhaled. The sound of her parents’ bedroom door closing assured her that she was in the clear. She waited a few more seconds. If he erupted into a rage because someone left their underwear behind, then she could start worrying again. That outburst never came.

It was official. She and Victor had gotten away with it. They made love in her parents’ bedroom.

“Young love is dumb love indeed,” she said to herself before slipping into the shower, “but still so worth it!”

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Daily Sexy Musing: On Weddings

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I’ve always been a romantic at heart, but I haven’t always enjoyed weddings or the activities surrounding them. I know that sounds like a contradiction, but there is a context behind it. As a kid, I was not a fan of big parties that didn’t involve ball pits or arcade games. When it was just adults hanging out and drinking, I didn’t see much appeal. Weddings were just part of that.

As I got older, I came to appreciate them more and more. It’s not just because I could legally drink, either. I became more willing to put myself out there and even make a fool of myself in front of friends and family. I also learned to share in the sentiment that came with celebrating love. I was already a romantic. Wedding just helped formalize it.

I write this after having attended a joyous and successful wedding involving one of my aunts. After sharing this momentous occasion with her, my love of romance is more affirmed than ever. Weddings aren’t just expensive parties involving expensive dresses that will only ever be worn once. They reflect the time, energy, and commitment we make in celebrating love.

While marriage wasn’t always romantic, the institution has evolved in a way that makes love the primary catalyst and I think it’s a beautiful thing. It’s worth celebrating and a wedding certainly achieves that. The one I just attended was a great example of how much fun that celebration could be.

Sitcoms and dark humor may still denigrate marriage and for understandable reasons, but I believe the good far outweighs the bad. This Daily Sexy Musing highlights and embraces the good. When done right, a wedding can be the epitome of love and all the sexiness it entails. Enjoy!

The music starts playing.

The bride starts walking.

The groom awaits her arrival.

The world watches as love is affirmed.

It’s a powerful moment, defining the evolution of an intimate bond. What began as attraction became infatuation. From that infatuation came an intimate connection, one that had to be nurtured and fueled. Passion was the first ingredient, but many others soon entered the mix. Now, the final product is ready.

Together, they stand at the altar.

Together, they proclaim he breadth of their love.

Together, they entwined their lives.

Words are exchanged and tears are shed. Friends, family, and loved ones of all kinds join in the moment. Regardless of place or circumstance, the language of love is universal. Not everyone appreciates its power, but none deny its impact. It drives us in so many endeavors. Only a select few make it to the ultimate goal.

In each other, they saw potential. A world of many passionate souls means a life of many pitfalls. We pine and agonize over the love we seek, taking chances and breaking hearts along the way. To find one another, turning possibilities into passions, is a struggle with many pains. However, the struggle is finally at an end.

Today, one journey has ended and another has begun. One set of promises has been kept. Another set have been made. In one moment, two wayward spirits are drawn together to forge a lasting link. Lives once adrift become united in their pursuits. Beyond the good times and through the bad, they take that special step.

The vows are exchanged.

The bond is sealed.

The kiss unfolds.

The union is complete.

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Daily Sexy Musing: On Love and Baseball

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Baseball is often seen as a guy thing. Demographically speaking, it is for the most part. In terms of sex appeal, it’s hardly the first sport that comes to mind. The men aren’t walking around with their shirts off in skin-tight uniforms. There aren’t any scantily clad cheerleaders. That’s to say nothing about the quirky mascots that some teams have.

Those issues aside, I think baseball can be sexy in certain situations. It’s not just some sport guys watch while chugging beer on the couch. It can be like a day at the park, but with bigger crowds and more hot dogs. Having been to my share of baseball games, both as a kid and as an adult, I can attest that there’s a unique social value to the experience.

A ball game is an event and any event can be intimate with the right mentality. A woman, in that instance, doesn’t have to be a hardcore baseball fan. She just has to be happy spending a day with her lover and the guy has be willing to the experience with her. Excitement, no matter where it comes from, is a catalyst for greater passion and baseball can certainly provide that.

With the 2019 baseball season upon us, there are plenty of opportunities to share these experiences for the rest of the summer. Whether it’s at a game or at home, I encourage every couple with at least one sports fan to try it. Hopefully, this baseball-inspired version of my Daily Sexy Musing can inspire you.

The first pitch is thrown.

The first batter swings.

The ballpark erupts.

The game has begun.

Spring has arrived and we’re finally free. Heavy coats and multiple layers are gone. Today, we don more comfortable attire and venture into a warmer, more inviting sun. We are far from alone. Everywhere look, the ballpark is full of those who shared our sentiment.

Sitting side-by-side, we cheer and we laugh. With a cold beer in one hand and a hot dog in the other, we dare to cut loose and celebrate a day away from common drudgery. We’re surrounded by fun, games, and food. Our anxieties melt away. All that matters now is each other and whoever stands at home plate.

Every hit brings excitement.

Every play brings drama.

Every run brings exhilaration.

The rules are simple, but the ultimate goal is not. Through nine innings and twenty-seven outs, both sides have a chance to prove themselves. Only one can come out victorious. There are no ties or draws. One must win and one must lose.

In you, I already feel like I’ve won. Just being there, at the game, with you is a victory of hearts and minds. You show you’re willing to share an experience. I show that I want you to be in that experience. No matter who wins or loses, our love is still stronger. We make each other fee like all stars.

Sometimes, we’ll swing at a bad pitch.

Sometimes, we’ll fail to make a play.

Sometimes, we’ll get a call that goes against us.

Sometimes, we’ll leave runners stranded.

Sometimes, we’ll be outscored.

In the end, every hit counts and every pitch matters. How we play helps determine who we are. With you, on a sunny day at the ballpark, I feel like I’ve already won the World Series. Today, we hit for the cycle. Tonight, we intend to hit a home run.

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