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“Sisterly Support” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about sisters who support each other in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“How long is this going to take, Jan?” asked a restless Brittney Lawton.

“Why? Did you actually have plans for tonight?” replied her bemused older sister, Janet.

“Watching movies and eating leftover Thai food counts as plans.”

“In that case, this may take longer than I thought.”

Brittney groaned to herself as her older sister led her up the stairs of the quaint, suburban house she shared with her husband, Kyle. She wasn’t in the mood for another one of her half-hearted efforts to boost her spirits. She’d had enough of those over the past seven months. While her Janet’s heart was always in the right place, she had no idea what she was going through.

“Seriously, Jan,” she groaned, “I don’t have the energy for this tonight. I get that me living here is a pain in the ass, but let’s not make this harder than it already is.”

“I’ve been watching you loft about this place for months, looking miserable and depressed at every turn,” Janet said, stopping just at the top of the stairs. “Trust me. It can’t get much harder.”

“Famous last words,” Brittney muttered.

“I’m serious! I can’t stand to see you like this anymore. Believe it or not, I actually care when my little sister is suffering. I’ve been on the front lines since we were kids. I was there when you got stood up by your prom date. I was there when you and Craig broke up. I could only do so much back then. I can do a lot more now, so that’s what I’m doing.”

Brittney wanted to shove her sister away, but couldn’t bring herself to be that callous. Misery aside, Janet had always been there for her, helping her through tough times in whatever way she could. However, that help wasn’t always very effective.

Regardless of Janet’s sentiments, even she couldn’t deny that they were very different people. They were so different, in fact, that most never would’ve guessed they were related. Janet was an outgoing, free-spirited woman who dyed her hair, had tattoos, and put herself out there more than most women dared. Brittney had always been more reserved. She freely admitted that she was detail-oriented, uptight, and very regimented in her behavior. It was part of what made her a successful analyst at the bank she worked at.

Unfortunately, those traits hadn’t served her well in her personal life. If anything, they had been the primary reason why her previous relationship – which also happened to be the most serious – blew up in her face, resulting in her having to move in with her older sister. In hindsight, she had no excuse for putting herself in such a bad position. She’d been so thorough in handling her previous relationship, right up until the point where it ended. Her ending up on her sister’s couch felt like a total failure on every level, as a person.

Conversely, her sister found success, despite being less motivated and driven. She had had a decent job as an art instructor and part-time tattoo artist. She had a good home in a neighborhood much better than the one they’d come from. She’d even found love, marrying someone she’d known since high school. It didn’t seem fair, her rowdy older sister doing so much better in life.

“Brittney,” Janet said, letting go of her hand and cupping her face with annoying sincerity, “I really am worried about you. So is Mom. She’s very close to staging an intervention.”

“Why?” Brittney scoffed. “Because I’m still recovering from fucking things up with my ex?”

“You call this recovery?” her older sister scoffed. “Listen to me, Little Sis…what happened with you two wasn’t a simple fuck-up. It was so flawed from the get-go that you were basically setting yourself up for disaster.”

“Thanks. That’s helps a lot,” Brittney said dryly.

“Come on! Don’t be like that. You know as well as everyone else with functioning eyes that you and Craig weren’t working. You were just so goddamn controlling. You scheduled all the dates. You assigned all the chores. You even designated specific times for when you had sex, for crying out loud!”

“You’re acting like I was the bitch. Need I remind you of the other women he saw behind my back? One of which was a goddamn dog walker?”

“That was a dick move. Nobody contests that. Demanding that you move out when you guys broke up…that was also a dick move in the highest order.”

“Even if it was his place, which he only had because his uncle gave it to him,” Brittney muttered, not ignoring the context.

“At the same time, you were the one who demanded that they get counseling. You were the one who said if you were going to get married, have a family, and all that crap, you had to do things your way. In the grand scheme of things…can you blame him for ending it like he did?”

“You’re really taking his side?” Brittney scoffed. “So much for being my supportive older sister.”

“Hey! It’s because I’m your older sister that I can tell you the cold, hard truth. The fact that you’re sleeping on my couch, rent-free, should show you just how much I care.”

Brittney hated how their conversations played out. When it came to her personal life, Janet never held back. She’d been critical of her approach to relationships since they were teenagers. For the longest time, she couldn’t claim she had been the most responsible sister.

Being such a free spirit, Janet had a number of boyfriends, going back to middle school. She lost her virginity the first chance she got and showed little restraint in terms of pushing her sexual boundaries. At one point, she even claimed she slept with another woman, just to see what it felt like. Most of her friends didn’t believe her, but Brittney knew the truth.

She shouldn’t have had so much success, both in terms of a satisfying sex life and finding love. Janet kept things traditional, having had only two major relationships in her life with Craig being the most serious. She had every intention of developing that relationship into something more serious. Then, it all fell apart and now her own sister was telling her she bore much of the blame.

“Brit,” Janet continued, “let’s stop beating around the bush. That relationship stopped working as soon as you began treating it like just another task…one no different from preparing an audit for the bank.”

“That’s not true,” Brittney said, her voice becoming strained. “I…I really loved him.”

“I believe you. I also believe that your approach to love…well, it has a few flaws.”

“Says the woman who dated two guys at once during her junior year,” she scoffed.

“And the woman who ultimately met the love of her life, married him, and still has a fulfilling sex life.”

Brittney groaned and diverted her gaze. She wanted to turn around and run back to the living room, but her older sister kept her close, still gazing at her with that sisterly affection. It was hard to escape, but discussing her sex life was every bit as difficult

“Are you really going to bring that up again?”

“Why shouldn’t I? Craig said outright that you treated sex like a chore, one no more fulfilling than completing someone’s loan application. The fact you didn’t argue that is pretty telling.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” Brittney argued, now blushing as her sister got more and more personal.

“Is it really?” Janet questioned. “If you’re that dismissive of the most basic – not to mention the most fun – part of a relationship, then how could you be surprised when Craig’s eyes started to wander? It’s not like he was looking to hurt you. He just wanted some goddamn passion.”

“I can’t believe it. You really are taking his side!”

“I’m only pointing out what you keep avoiding…what you’ve been avoiding for years.”

Janet’s voice got more serious. Still cupping her face, she locked eyes with her and gave her that same harsh look that Brittney used to give her whenever she mismanaged her personal life. It was so strange, being on the other side of that issue. At the same time, it was somewhat unavoidable. Janet never hid from harsh truths whereas Brittney tried to work around them. For once, she had to face one of her greatest failings.

“Brittney,” she continued, using that same voice mom often used when she needed her attention. “it’s okay to be reserved. It’s okay to be disciplined. But for crying out loud, to be this uptight when it comes to passion…it’s not healthy.”

“If I say you’re right, will you let this go?” Brittney said, already feeling the emotional strain.

“Not when there’s something I can do to help,” Janet said strongly. “Even after you and Craig broke up…after you moved in, moped around for months on end, and struggled to rebuild your life…you’re still this pent up ball of emotional frustration. Before you can begin to more forward with your life, you need to let it out. You need to unleash some of that passion.”

“And you think you can help me do that?” Brittney asked skeptically.

“I know I can,” her sister replied with utmost certainty.

As annoyed as Brittney was with her sister’s efforts, a part of her was genuinely curious. Like it or not, she was right about one thing. What she’d been doing, both during and after her relationship with Craig, wasn’t working. She had been downright inept when it came to managing her emotions.

That had to change. Brittney couldn’t stand to be so miserable. After months of self-pity, she had to do something, even if that meant going against her rigid ways.

“Fine,” Brittney said in defeat. “If it’ll shut you up and get you off my back, I’ll hear you out.”

“Great!” Janet said with unusual eagerness. “But you’ll have to do more than just listen for what Kyle and I have planned.”

“You and Kyle? He’s actually helping you with this?” said Brittney with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh he’s doing much more than that. Follow me and you’ll see for yourself.”

Now, Brittney was even more curious. Janet rarely got her husband involved in sisterly affairs. Like Janet, Kyle was very free-spirited and open. Their mother once described him as a hippie with better hygiene and bigger muscles. Brittney was among those who thought he would just be another one of Janet’s casual flings. Then, they got married and many relatives still hadn’t wrapped their heads around it.

Brittney didn’t bother trying to make sense of it. She just followed her older sister to the end of the upstairs hallway, which led directly to the master bedroom that she shared with her husband. Brittney usually avoided it, not one to get too intimately involved with her older sister’s private affairs. It had been a long time since Janet invited her to participate in them.

Near as Brittney could tell, something was already going on inside the room. She saw a strange light coming from under the door. She also heard music, specifically the weird new age type music that her Janet had always enjoyed. Before she opened the door, though, she stopped and locked eyes with her again.

“Now, before we go in, there’s something you need to promise me,” Janet said, speaking in that serious tone again.

“Just tell me it doesn’t involve calling mom,” Brittney said dryly.

“It doesn’t. In fact, I want what we’re about to do to be just between us. No other soul needs to know about it.”

“Fine, I’ll keep it a secret,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll never tell anyone you dragged me into this.”

“That’s not the promise I want you to make. What I want from you is this…give whatever Kyle and I have planned for you a chance. Don’t just go through the motions and pretend to go along. I need you to both do this and put some real effort into it.”

“Sure, I think I can do that,” Brittney said, already eager to get it over with.

Janet didn’t seem convinced. She grabbed her by the shoulders, gave her that stoic look again, and got more serious than should’ve been possible for her free-spirited older sister.

“Be serious, Brit! Promise me you’ll try this and see it through,” Janet said strongly.

“Okay! Okay, Jan,” Brittney said in a more serious tone. “I promise.”

“Say it again.

“I promise I’ll try whatever crazy shit you and Kyle have planned for me.”

“And?” her older sister added.

“And I’ll take it seriously,” Brittney said, rolling her eyes again.

“I’m glad you said that out loud,” Janet said with a strange grin, “because I have a feeling you’ll need a moment to appreciate this.”

Before Brittney could ask more questions and second-guess what she’d just promised, Janet opened the door and revealed a sight that caused her to freeze where she stood. Suddenly, she understood why her sister made her make such a promise.

“Uh…the fuck?” Brittney said.

“Take all the time you need, little sister,” Janet said in a humored tone.

It was a scene right out of a bad porn movie. Janet and Kyle had turned their master bedroom – which she’d been in earlier that morning – into some sort of kinky sex dungeon.

The windows had been blacked out with curtains. The lamps had been covered with red blankets to bathe the room in a reddish, distinctly erotic hue. Most notably, though, the bed had been turned into some sort of S&M setup. The sheets and comforter had been removed. There were ropes attached to shackles on the head and foot of the bed. However, lying in the middle of it all was the most erotic sight of all.

Kyle, the man who had somehow captured the heart of her promiscuous, free-spirited sister, was fully nude with his wrists and ankles bound by the ropes. The only thing he had on was some sort of strange-looking cock-ring around his penis. It couldn’t have been very comfortable, but he looked surprisingly relaxed. Chancers were it wasn’t the first time he’d been tied up in bed.

Just seeing him naked, including that generous endowment between his legs that Janet often bragged about, was enough to make Brittney blush bright red. Kyle laughed at her reaction, almost seeming casual as she stood there in shock.

“Wow! You actually convinced her to go through with it,” Kyle said. “Guess I owe you a dinner and a hot oil massage, Jan.”

“You can make it up to me later, babe. For now, our sole focus is my hapless little sister,” said Janet.

While Brittney struggled to process the sight before her, Janet entered the room and casually stripped out of the T-shirt and sweatpants she’d been wearing, only to reveal that she had on a pair of crotch-less red panties with a matching garter. She didn’t even bother with a bra, making it very clear just how much she had planned everything out.

It was a lot of sexual imagery, more than she’d ever fit into a single room. It was overwhelming. Her heart raced, her legs went weak, and parts of her body felt hotter than usual. Some of that had to be a reflex. Kyle was, after all, a very attractive man, thanks largely to his work as a Yoga instructor and personal trainer. However, some aspects of her reaction felt like something more…like something she hadn’t let out.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and gawk? Or are you going to come in and join us?” Kyle asked, as though it were a typical formal request.

“She’ll join us soon, babe. She did make me a promise, after all,” said Janet.

Brittney was already questioning how quickly she’d made that promise, but it was too late to take it back. Still in an awkward daze, her mostly-naked sister took her hand and led her into the room, closing the door behind them. She then led her over to the foot of the bed where she had a perfect view of her sister’s naked, bound husband.

“What we have here is a simple setup with a simple premise,” Janet said.

“Really? You call this simple?” said Brittney, unable to take her eyes off Kyle’s male anatomy.

“It’s as simple as we could make it without overwhelming you, little sister.”

“It’s a little too late for that.”

“Let me break it down for you,” Janet went on, leaning in a little closer. “You’ve got a lot of pent up feelings…emotions, passions, and reservations that you never let out when you were with Craig. Even after you broke up, you still haven’t let them out. Have you even masturbated since you moved in?”

“That…is way too personal,” said Brittney.

“Says the woman staring directly at my husband’s junk.”

“God, I wish I could faint right now.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind you staring,” said Kyle with a casual shrug.

Brittney tried to look away, but Janet didn’t let her. She stood right behind her, placed both hands on her shoulders, and kept her looking forward at the naked man before her. A part of her already knew where she was going with her kinky ploy. Brittney would’ve been mortified had certain parts of her body not proven Janet right.

It was true. She hadn’t dealt with her pent up frustrations since moving in, including those relating to sex. While she didn’t consider herself as sexual as her older sister, she was certainly no prude. She had plenty of desires and she even used to explore them in her youth. Much of that stopped once she got into a relationship with Craig. Now, it seemed to be catching up with her.

“Here’s what I want you to try,” Janet said, almost sounding seductive as she spoke into her ear, “join me and Kyle for some sexy time. He’s already agreed to play the part of a willing submissive.”

“And trust me, it’s not the first time. I’m very good at making myself available to beautiful, horny women,” Kyle said teasingly.

“Don’t let his boasting go to your head…not yet, anyways,” Janet continued. “More specifically, I want you – my uptight, heart-broken little sister – to have your wicked way with my husband in any way you see fit.”

“Any way?” Brittney said, still having a hard time believing what she’d just heard.

“Do whatever it takes. Fuck him. Suck him. Take it up the ass. Do whatever you need to do with him. I’ll even help. Most importantly – and this is where it may get tricky for you – I want you to be completely, utterly satisfied by the end.”

Brittney gazed over the bound man before her, his masculine features triggering reactions in her mind and body that she hadn’t felt in months. She then looked over towards her sister, who still had that seductive, yet serious glint in her eyes. It soon became clear that it was not some elaborate fantasy. It was very real and it was intended to help her.

The idea of having sex with her sister’s husband – even if he was a very attractive man, who was bound in a bed and free to her every lurid whim – still took a moment to sink in. She’d heard a few friends and relatives joke about how Janet and Kyle had an open relationship. Her uncle even claimed they’d had a three-way at Janet’s last birthday. Brittney thought it had just been a joke. Now, she had confirmation that her older sister was just that adventurous.

Both she and Kyle seemed so willing and eager. Certain parts of Brittney’s body were just as eager. She remained somewhat hesitant. Then, she recalled the promise she’d made her older sister.

“Remember…you promised,” Janet reminded her.

“I did, didn’t I?” Brittney muttered.

“So you’re going to give it a try?” said Kyle. “Because whether it’s you, your sister, or both, I’m game!”

“Of course you are,” said Janet with a humored grin, “but make no mistake, little sister. This is about helping you. You’ve still got a lot of problems when it comes to managing emotions, desires, and everything in between. Why not make it just a little bit easier by addressing the sexy parts first?”

It almost made too much sense, starting with one item on her list of many problems and working from there. Even from her overly-uptight perspective, it had merit. That, or she just hadn’t had sex in a very long time and needed some kind of outlet. Whatever the case, she had made her promise and her choice.

“Okay,” Brittney said with a sigh, turning her gaze back towards Kyle. “If you really think this will help…”

“We know it will,” said Janet confidently. “Now get the hell out of those itchy clothes and have a taste of my hubby’s luscious cock!”

Her older sister didn’t let her second-guess her decision. She began undressing her, helping her remove the shorts and tank top she’d been wearing when she planned on spending the night on the couch. Brittney hadn’t even been wearing a bra, leaving her in just a pair of panties after her shorts came off. Instinctively, she covered her breasts with her arms, as though she hadn’t left her modesty at the bedroom door.

“Hey, don’t be shy,” said Janet, gently pulling her arms away from her chest. “You’ve got great tits. Don’t be afraid to show them off.”

“It’s amazing how often you say what I’m thinking, Jan,” said Kyle, his gaze quickly narrowing on her breasts.

“We’re sisters and the women in our family are proud of our tits. Some just need a little more coaxing than others.”

Brittney still blushed under the gaze of her sister’s husband, but found herself smiling somewhat. Being overtly sexual didn’t come easy for her, but it helped that she had the same quality genetics as her sister. Those genetics included well-developed breasts that had attracted plenty of men. Kyle was just the most overt.

“Speaking of coaxing, ditch the panties,” Janet said. “This is our room and we don’t permit sexual reservations.”

“So I’ve noticed,” Brittney said, her hands shaking as she grasped the sides of her panties.

“You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, Brittney,” Kyle added. “Don’t be afraid to embrace that. Hell, have fun with it!”

“Easier said than done,” Brittney retorted.

“Is it really?” Janet questioned.

She opened her mouth to contest her sister’s point, but came up with nothing. She might have been too aroused or exposed to think of something. It was too late to pull back, though. Taking their words and her promise seriously, she slipped out of her panties. She even wiggled her hips a bit, showing more sexiness in that one motion than she had in nearly a year.

“Nice,” Kyle said as his gaze narrowed on her lower body, “a cute, well-groomed pussy. You two really are sisters.”

“Don’t push it, Kyle. You’re the submissive, remember?” Janet reminded him. “That means you are at the utter mercy of me and my desperately horny little sister.”

“Hey! I’m not that desperate,” argued Brittney, even as she kept blushing.

“Prove it,” Janet dared her. “Join me on the bed, taste my husband’s cock, and say with a straight face you don’t want it.”

She hated it when her sister dared her. It always brought out her more competitive side. In the past, it often led to fights, but that was not the most likely recourse for once.

Now fully naked, feeling more exposed than she’d ever been since her breakup with Craig, Brittney found herself eyeing Kyle’s cock again. She even saw it twitch somewhat, the sight of two naked women having a clear effect. Her lack of sexual activity and pent up desires started boiling to the surface. For once, her overly-analytical mind took a back seat to her most basic instincts.

“God, I wish you hadn’t dared me,” said Brittney, her voice already dripping with lust.

“I’m already glad she did,” said Kyle.

“Hey! Shut up while my sister and I gorge on your dick,” Janet said with the authority of a dominatrix.

That silenced Kyle in an instant. Jan had already crawled onto the king-sized bed, kneeling at her husband’s side, giving his cock a few good strokes. She patted the other side of the bed, welcoming her sister to join them. Brittney accepted that invitation, following desires she once tried so hard to ignore.

Once on the bed, she got to feel a real penis in her hands for the first time in almost a year. It might not have been the most erotic act she could’ve done, but it reminded Brittney that she was still a healthy, heterosexual woman and Kyle was an attractive, well-endowed man. After a brief exploration of his male anatomy, the young woman soon found herself wanting more.

“Go on,” Janet encouraged, “taste it.”

“You’re really asking me…your sister…to suck your husband’s cock,” Brittney said, if only to put that concept into words.

“I have a wonderful, sexy husband that I love with all my heart. Why wouldn’t I share his delicious cock with my desperately-horny sister?”

Kyle didn’t say a word, but he had the biggest grin on his face. Brittney, still struggling to wrap her head around her sister’s sexual proclivities, chose not to argue with such flawless logic. Instead, she followed her growing sexual hunger, licking her lips and tasting the juice piece of manly flesh before her.

“Ooh damn!” Kyle gasped. “She is horny, that’s for sure.”

“But is she desperate?” Janet asked. “I wonder…”

As Brittney began licking along the length of Kyle’s cock, Janet moved in and joined her, showing off her own oral sex skills. She actually took in most of his length, shooting her that daring glance that always awoke Brittney’s more competitive side. She had to know that was only going to motivate her even more. Not one to let her older sister upstage her, Brittney rose to the occasion.

“Oh, it’s on, bitch!” Brittney said.

That did not sound like the reserved young woman still recovering from a break-up. That sounded like a woman with a sexy side that she hadn’t let out in far too long. It was overwhelming, her heart and mind racing in ways she hadn’t experienced in years. She still didn’t avoid it. If anything, it felt almost overdue.

Like any sibling rivalry, Brittney channeled her own oral sex skills, grabbing the base of Kyle’s cock and pulling it towards her so that she could take in the extent of his length. She then made it a point to suck harder, using more tongue to trigger more arousal. She even cast her sister a similar look, letting her know that she did have a sexy side, even if she didn’t express it as often.

“Ohhh yeah! It’s definitely on!” said Kyle, who was the only clear winner.

Back and forth, it went…her and Janet taking turns sucking his dick. Janet kept egging her on, upping her game as she sucked and stroked her husband’s cock. At one point, she began fondling her pussy to build her own arousal. Brittney matched her every step of the way, if only to prove that she could.

Such competitive cock-sucking ensured Kyle got fully erect fairly quickly. After it seemed like they’d reached a stalemate, Janet locked eyes with her again and made her next dare.

“I can already see it in you,” Janet said, “all the shit you’ve been holding back…it’s starting to come out.”

“Maybe it is,” Brittney said. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to show me you can let it out.”

“And how do you propose I do that?” Brittney asked intently.

“Simple…ride my husband’s cock. Ride it until you have a good, hard orgasm. I’ll also turn on the cock ring, just to see if you can handle it.”

She was goading her, more so than most older sisters. She wasn’t just daring her to fuck her husband. She was daring her to show that she could be the same sexy, free-spirited woman, if only in bed.

It was a different kind of dare, but one with a larger purpose. Brittney’s sex life had been many things, but kinky wasn’t one of them. She thought that she and Craig didn’t need it. Regular, basic sex should’ve been enough. She’d thought that was enough for her, especially compared to her older sister. Craig’s wandering eye proved her wrong.

Now, she had a chance to prove herself right or wrong. Was she the kind of woman who needed something extra in her sex life? Could she be as fun and adventurous as her older sister? There was only one way to find out and she might not ever get another chance.

“I can handle it. You’ll see…provided Kyle can handle me,” said Brittney, feeling a bit more comfortable with her overtly sexual tone.

“I can handle your sister, Brit. I can definitely handle you,” Kyle boasted.

“We’ll see about that!”

Brittney, showing more kink and playfulness than she ever had in an intimate setting, practically shoved her older sister aside and mounted Kyle like an animal in heat. Now straddling his pelvis, her knees planted firmly at his side, she aligned his erect cock with her wet opening. The grin on his face never waned, watching her as she hovered over him with domineering lust. With her older sister watching on, she finally unleashed her pent up desires and plunged her hips downward to initiate their sex.

“Ooh fuck, she’s tight!” Kyle grunted.

“Well, it has been a while,” Janet commented, almost sounding impressed.

“Shut up!” Brittney barked. “Shut up and watch me fuck!”

That effectively silenced them both. Brittney had never spoken with such authority outside her job at the bank. She’d never been that assertive with Craig, but now she wished she had because it felt right. It also felt hotter and more pleasurable than anything she’d anticipated.

The feeling of his long, throbbing member deep inside her folds quickly flooded her body with intense sensations. For once, she didn’t bother being overly careful. As soon as her inner muscles surrounded his length, she began riding his cock, cowgirl style. She did it with a vigor that put all those pornos her sister once showed her to shame, gyrating her hips and rocking the bed in the process.

“Whoa! That’s…pretty fucking hot,” Janet commented, remaining off to the side, still fondling herself.

“Yes! Oohh yes! So…so hot!” Brittney panted.

She rode Kyle’s dick harder and faster than she had ever ridden anyone, letting out the frustration along with the desire. The presence of the cock ring added further stimulation, sending Brittney into a daze that might as well have been an out-of-body experience.

She was really doing it. She was having sex with her sister’s husband and enjoying it. She wasn’t just having sex because it was part of a relationship. She wasn’t doing it because it was part of their regiment. She was doing it because she wanted it. She wanted it and it felt amazing. There was nothing else to it. There didn’t need to be anything else to it.

In that spirit, Brittney embraced a part of herself that she didn’t know was there. As she bounced and rocked her naked body atop the handsome man under her, she fondled her bouncing breasts, moaned loudly, and spat a string of crude sexual profanities that would’ve made a horny teenager blush. It all came pouring out, so much desire and lust. It wasn’t just pleasurable. It was cathartic.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh fucking yes!” Brittney cried out. “I’m…I’m going to come! I…I want to come!”

“Already?” Janet remarked.

“Yes, damn it! Oohhh yes!”

It caught Brittney by surprise too, albeit in the best possible way. It might have been the added effects of the vibrating cock ring, but she was beyond caring. She was going to have a powerful, overdue orgasm and with her sister’s husband, no less. Everything about it sounded so crazy, yet so right.

When the feeling hit, she arched her back at an extreme angle and cried out to the heavens in a blissful proclamation. Her toes curled, her skin burned, and her body shuddered under the weight of rippling pleasure. She couldn’t remember ever being so vocal during any other sex act at any other point in her life. It wasn’t just a sign of how much she’d needed a good fuck. It confirmed that she did, indeed, have a touch of her sister’s spirit.

“Okay, I’ll say it,” Janet said after the erotic theatrics had settled. “I’m impressed!”

“Speak…for yourself,” said Kyle breathlessly.

“I have a better idea,” said Brittney, still on an orgasmic high. “Let’s keep this going. Let’s make this a family affair. Two sisters…one handsome guy…in bed, fucking in all the ways we want and need.”

Now, it was Janet and Kyle’s turn to be shocked. Brittney might as well have been an entirely new person, one who sexual kinks were on par with their own. To show that she was serious, Brittney rose up off Kyle’s still-erect cock and untied him. Then, while he shook off the ropes, she grabbed her older sister, kissed her hard on the lips in ways that no sisters ever dared, and gave her butt a hard smack.

“Now, it’s your turn to keep up, big sis!” Brittney said with the same competitive gaze she’d given earlier.

“Oh, it’s on!” said Janet without hesitation. “It is fucking on!”

What unfolded next was a very different, very kinky kind of sibling rivalry. With Kyle watching on, Brittney pulled her sister into a make-out session that involved plenty of tongue, a few light spankings, and a mashing of beasts. It didn’t take long for the very aroused man to abandon his submissive role and pull them into a naked embrace.

From there, a chaotic convergence of naked flesh evolved into a full-fledged three-way. Had Brittney not initiative it, she never would’ve believed that she’d been the one to start it. It was definitely happening, though, and her sister kept up with her every step of the way. Clearly, it wasn’t her first three-way, but involving a sibling definitely added to it.

“You’re good at this, Brit,” Janet said at one point.

“Speak for yourself, Jan,” Brittney replied.

There was little coordination, but it wasn’t necessary for them to enjoy themselves. It started with Janet getting her taste of cock, getting on all fours while Kyle fucked her from behind. Brittney stayed involved, getting behind him and pawing his chest from behind. After her older sister climaxed, she practically pushed her away and took her place, getting her own taste of doggy-style sex as well. Janet helped mix things up, pushing her into an upright position so that they could all share a three-way kiss. Hands, lips, and various other body parts roamed. It all made for a steady succession of grunts, gasps, and moans.

They rolled around on the kind-sized bed together, going at it in as many ways as their lust would allow. Brittney got to set the tone for the most part, if only because it was her first. She had a lot more desires to vent. Kyle and Janet gave her every possible opportunity. It led to multiple orgasms, as well as plenty of intimate gestures, making for a perfect mix of lust and affection.

Towards the end, just as her body and desires reached their limit, Brittney found herself on her back in the center of the bed. Her older sister was on top of her, their breasts rubbing together as Kyle hovered over their naked bodies, thrusting his still rigid cock into her pussy. He was just about at his limit too. Both he and Janet seemed to be holding out for her one last time.

“One more,” Brittney said breathlessly. “Just…one more!”

“Together, little sister!” Janet said.

As one last peak approached, Brittney grabbed her sister’s hands, inter-locking their fingers. Kyle quickly joined them, delivering the last few thrusts before he finally got his overdue release, as well. The final peak was a perfect convergence of euphoric cries. Instead of chaos, there was only a blissful harmony to go with the wondrous shared release.

As the warmth of the pleasure consumed them, Brittney found herself lying in between Kyle and Janet. Now covered in a light layer of sweat, her naked skin glowing with a radiance she hadn’t experienced in a long time, a feeling of contentment came over her that didn’t feel like traditional afterglow.

“Hey Janet,” Brittney said, her voice still dazed from post-coital bliss.

“Yes, little sister?” Janet said with a content purr.

“Thank you,” she said, “both you and Kyle…thank you for doing this.”

“It was our pleasure…literally,” said Kyle.

“That, it was,” Janet teased

“I mean it. I admit, I’ve had problems in the past with expressing myself. I spent so much time managing it that I forgot how to enjoy it. And no matter how well you manage it, once you stop enjoying it…well, we just found out what happens.”

“Yeah, we did,” her older sister laughed.

Both she and Kyle leaned in and gave her an affectionate kiss. Brittney blushed again, but not out of embarrassment or modesty. It was amazing to think that she’d been so dense, thinking she could be so restrained and expect everything to work itself out. Sometimes, it was okay to just let go and enjoy the feelings she worked so hard to manage. Nobody else, other than her free-spirited sister, could’ve helped her realize that.

As different as she and Janet were, they still shared a common bond. Whatever the future held for both of them, Brittney was determined to both remember and embrace it. At some point, she was also going to have to make it up to her and Kyle.

That didn’t concern her, though. She already had a few kinky ideas on how to return the favor.

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Beth And Jerry: The Ultimate Anti-Romance Love Story

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When it comes to telling a good love story, there are many ways to go about it. I’ve certainly learned that from the novels and short stories I’ve written. The nature of romance is constantly evolving. What constitutes quality romance today might seem strange or downright flawed by the standards of the past.

There are many examples of quality, well-developed romances in popular culture today, as well as a few that are downright toxic. However, there’s one particular love story that seems to break all the rules, yet still functions in its own eccentric way. Fittingly enough, that utterly unromantic love story plays out in “Rick and Morty,” a show often defined by its various eccentricities.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve talked about “Rick and Morty.” Like so many others, I’ve been anxiously awaiting news about the fourth season. Ever since the show was renewed for 70 episodes, details have been scares. There have been some occasional teases, but nothing of substance as of yet.

While waiting for those details, I think it’s worth revisiting an issue that has been evolving and devolving since the very first episode. That issue is the less-than-ideal relationship between Beth and Jerry Smith, the parents of Morty and his sister, Summer. Like everything else in the world of “Rick and Morty,” the relationship of Morty’s parents is subject to many issues, flaws, and mishaps.

In essence, the relationship between Jerry and Beth is the antithesis of romantic love. This isn’t a case of two people falling in love and facing challenges when kids enter the picture. It’s not even a case of two people not being in love initially, but falling in love over time as they raise a family. In fact, the most defining aspect of Beth and Jerry’s love story is the complete absence of traditional romance.

That lack of romance doesn’t just stem from the show’s over-arching themes surrounding nihilism and meaning. By nearly every measure, Beth and Jerry aren’t the least bit compatible. Beth, like her eccentric father, is a very smart and capable, as shown in more than one episode. She’s a skilled horse surgeon and can hold her own when wielding advanced sci-fi weapons.

In contrast, Jerry is a case study in mediocrity. He’s not a complete idiot, but he certainly walks a fine line between laughably inept and downright pathetic. He’s unemployed for a good chunk of the first three seasons and is so oblivious that he doesn’t even realize when he’s in a poorly-rendered simulation. At times, he can be a lovable loser, but most of the times, he’s just a loser.

How he and Beth ended up together is neither romantic, nor glamorous. It’s established in Season 1 that Jerry got Beth pregnant on their prom night in high school. The reason they stayed together was for the sake of their child, which isn’t saying much because they almost got an abortion. The only reason they didn’t was because they blew a tire on the way to the clinic.

That may sound dark, but it’s perfectly in line with how “Rick and Morty” handles serious issues like teen pregnancy and abortion. It doesn’t attempt to romanticize the situation, nor does it send the message that having the child and getting married was in any way rewarded. Their always at odds and arguing about everything. There’s rarely a sense that their marriage is loving, stable, or anything romantic.

At one point in Season 3, Rick calls Jerry out on how he ended up with Beth. Despite what he claims, it wasn’t an act of romance that brought him and Beth together. It was little more than pity.

Jerry, being so inept at everything, has little more going for him than pity. It’s the only real skill he has, but it was enough to get him an ill-fated prom date with Beth. Rick sums it up nicely in one of his many memorable speeches.

You act like prey but you’re a predator. You use pity to lure in your victims. It’s how you survive. I survive because I know everything, that snake survives because children wander off, and you survive because people think, “Oh, this poor piece of shit, he never gets a break. I can’t stand the deafening silent wails of his wilting soul. I guess I’ll hire him or marry him.”

This moment is revealing in that it reinforces how little romance was involved in the development of Beth and Jerry’s relationship. Their entire lives together are built around Beth feeling sorry for Jerry. Then, once she got pregnant and failed to get an abortion, circumstances did the rest.

It’s not romantic. It’s not tragic, either. They just ended up in a lousy situation and made the most of it. That’s not a love story. That’s basic survival for anyone who isn’t a super-genius with access to a portal gun.

That’s not to say there aren’t some moments of sincerity. Jerry, being the least capable member of the family, tends to remember fondly the early days of their relationship. He’s the only one who sees the relationship in a romantic context. The only time anyone else sees it, Beth included, is when they’re facing a crisis, be it an identity crisis or the end of the world.

When it comes to the day-to-day logistics of the relationship, it’s never that functional. Jerry can’t hold down a job or handle himself whenever he gets caught up in Rick and Morty’s adventures. Beth drowns herself in bottles of wine and episodes of “The Bachelor.” Even when they try to do something romantic, like a Titanic-themed get-away, it often fails spectacularly.

This dysfunction eventually culminates in the first episode of Season 3, “The Rickshank Redemption.” Jerry, in a rare moment of assertiveness, tells Beth that she has to choose between him or her father. In his unintelligent mind, he believes the romance they have will win out. He ends up being wrong. Beth chooses her father and Jerry gets kicked out of the house.

In most shows, that would be the end of a relationship that’s so inherently flawed. However, “Rick and Morty” isn’t most shows and not just because it has characters like Mr. Poopybutthole. In this world of infinite realities and bird people, even love stories devoid of romance find a way to gain meaning in a show steeped in nihilistic undertones.

That meaning emerges at the end of Season 3 in “The Rickchurian Mortydate” in which Beth has a chance to make another choice. This time, she’s at odds with her father, who had revealed some harsh truths about who she was as a kid and what it means to be smart. Unlike before, she chooses Jerry over Rick and he gets to move back in.

This, through the twisted logic of “Rick and Morty,” affirms Beth and Jerry as a genuine love story, but one that is still devoid of romance. Beth didn’t choose Jerry out of love. She chose him because she that’s what she wanted. That’s all there is to it. In a show where Rick once described love as “a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed,” that might be the greatest act of love anyone can offer.

It also mirrors the inherent value of having a choice. Episodes like “Pickle Rick” and “The Ricks Must Be Crazy” all emphasize the importance of choice, especially for those of near infinite capabilities. Both Rick and Beth are endowed and burdened with intelligence, abilities, and options. Their choices are, ultimately, the only actions that truly matter in a meaningless universe.

In the case of Beth and Jerry, the choice doesn’t have to involve romance. In fact, romance would only complicate things. Just choosing to be together, despite all the flaws in their relationship, is the only thing they need to make their love work. They’re together because they want to be together. That’s all there is to it and that’s all they need.

In that sense, Beth and Jerry’s story still qualifies as a love story, despite the utter lack of romance. It’s hard to say where their relationship will go in the coming seasons of “Rick and Morty.” Maybe it will develop some amount of romance. Maybe it’ll only become more flawed and less romantic, as the series progresses.

Whatever ends up happening, it still doesn’t matter, as is often the case in “Rick and Morty.” As long as Beth chooses Jerry and Jerry chooses Beth, their story will still be a love story in its own unique way. Regardless of whether love is real or just a chemical reaction in their brains, it’s still their choice and that’s as meaningful as love can get in a meaningless universe.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Drunk Love

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When it comes to matters of love and sex, alcohol has a mixed reputation. On one hand, it lowers our inhibitions and makes us more willing to pursue feelings that we wouldn’t have pursued. On the other, it can really hinder the actual mechanics of intimacy. Anyone who has tried to kiss someone while drunk knows that all too well.

In college, I saw many cases of alcohol both helping and hindering various acts of romance. I’ve watched a couple do shots and have the best time together at a club. I’ve also seen people do just as many shots and fall over one another in a very unromantic way. It’s a mixed bag, but like any tool, it depends on how it’s used.

As someone who didn’t start drinking until much later in life, I can appreciate how alcohol helps us navigate the various social processes that often come with romance. It doesn’t just loosen inhibitions. It frees our words, so to speak. It allows us to be more upfront than we otherwise would and I think that valuable in any romantic pursuit, especially those with poor social skills.

Others may have had bad experiences with alcohol and not just in terms of their love lives. I understand that and this Daily Sexy Musing may not work for them. For those who have found a way to incorporate the effects of alcohol into a healthy, sexy relationship, I think we’ll be on the same page. Like anything, you can overdo it. When you strike a healthy balance, though, the benefits are as remarkable as they are sexy.

A can of beer.

A glass of wine.

A shot of whiskey.

A bottle of vodka.

Whatever form it takes, we gleefully imbibe. That hot, burning sensations in our throats warns us what we’re in for. Nerves will be dampened and inhibitions will be lost. We take on those risks in hopes of reaping greater rewards. There may be pain and discomfort later, but with every drink, we embrace the here and now.

I feel my tongue loosen.

I feel your body open.

I feel our souls reveal themselves as the effects take hold.

We laugh, cheer, and dance. Everything starts to spin. It’s no longer possible to scrutinize every passing moment. For once, rules and propriety cannot keep us bound. I won’t apologize for feeling good, nor will I hesitate to share that experience with others. When others scorn, I just take another drink.

Every sip is an affront to a world intent on containing our passions. A lurid smile and playful grasp spits on the foundations of civilization. Rather than build and toil, we cheer and celebrate. We step away from our duties, defy our overlords, and live life on our terms. A drink may start as an excuse, but it soon becomes a catalyst.

The price we pay later goes up, but the feelings we embrace in the moment gain value. Through slurred speech and blissful daze, we are free and unbound. Everything becomes possible. Everyone becomes a new connection. For once, the life we live is our own.

With every drink, we turn restraint and to revelry.

With every drink, we turn deviance into decadence.

With every drink, we turn distress into catharsis.

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“The Perfect Anniversary Present” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by a couple I know who recently celebrated their wedding anniversary. I won’t go so far as to say this is based on a true story, but it certainly was inspired by one. If you’re married or have a lover you want to surprise on your anniversary, feel free to use this idea. Enjoy!

“Come on, Tim! How much longer are you going to make me wait?” complained an impatient, but excited Amber Deegan.

“Just hang in there, babe. I promise this is worth waiting for!” said Tim Deegan, her playful, but cunning husband.

Amber didn’t know what to expect. It was their first wedding anniversary, an event she’d intended to celebrate. However, she had a feeling Tim wouldn’t be content with a romantic dinner, a quiet night, and some tender lovemaking. That just wasn’t the kind of man he was, nor was it the kind of man she’d married.

Just a few minutes ago, they’d finished a big meal in which Amber recreated the first meal they’d shared on their first date, which consisted of burgers and nachos drenched with her family’s spicy salsa. Tim, not content with candles and classical music, set up a miniature disco ball and played the fast-paced dance music they’d heard when they first met at her best friend’s birthday party. It was not a typical anniversary dinner and it got even less typical when it ended.

Almost immediately after they finished their meal, Tim turned the music off and got dead serious. He claimed he had the perfect anniversary present for her, but it required that she wear a blindfold and follow him. It wasn’t the weirdest request Tim had made. It wasn’t even the only one involving a blindfold, having not forgotten the antics they enjoyed on their honeymoon.

That didn’t make Amber any less curious. She even felt a little anxious, knowing her husband had a knack for elaborate schemes. She didn’t mind, though. If anything, she found that kind of uncertainty a turn-on. It was a big part of why her relationship with Tim was so strong. He always found ways to keep things exciting, even after four years together, one of which they’d spent married.

“This past year has been the happiest year of my life, Amber,” he told her as he carefully led her forward. “I know I’ve said that a lot this past week, but I mean it. Marrying you, building a life together, and sharing so many wonderful moments together…I could try putting it into words until our next anniversary and that still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Aww! That’s so lovingly sweet,” Amber said as she followed closely, “and you say you’re so bad with words.”

“It’s true. It’s not just because I flunked English in high school, either. I’ve always been the kind of guy who prefers letting his actions do the talking. It’s part of what makes me so good at building things and working in art studios. It’s also why I thought I’d never get married.”

“You really think a guy who’s both physical and artistic wouldn’t attract any women?” Amber teased.

“Not the kind who’d fall in love with me, let alone marry me. Then, you came along. You saw who I was, how I was, and what I am…and you just accepted all of it. You gave me a chance to show you how much I can love someone.”

“And you showed me plenty,” she said. “That’s exactly why I married you.”

“And now, I want to show you how grateful I am. I want you to see, clear as day, how much our love means me to me.”

His words were cryptic, but his voice was as heart-felt as it had been on their wedding day. It got Amber’s heart racing, along with her passions. Tim might not have been skilled with turning feelings into words, but the man had a knack for conveying his love to her. It left her all the more anxious to see what kind of surprise he had in store for her.

She kept following him, not once touching the blindfold he’d put over her eyes. Knowing the layout of their house as well as him, she sensed they were in their second-floor master bedroom. She even suspected that Tim had led her in circles a few times in an attempt to throw her off. She still went along with it. Her husband wasn’t big on subtlety, but he always rewarded her patience and trust.

“Stand here,” Tim said, finally stopping her.

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” Amber said. “I can tell we’re in our bedroom.”

“Trust me. It’s necessary,” he told her. “I want the moment to be just right. It’s the only way I’ll ever make clear how much I love you and how happy I am to call you my wife.”

“You almost make it sound like a life-or-death situation,” she pointed out.

“When it comes to showing my love for my wife, it’s pretty damn close,” he replied, “which is why I need you to trust me because the next part…it’s going to get intense.”

He still sounded very serious, but he also sounded distinctly seductive. He had that deep, masculine undertone he often used when trying to get her in a sexy mood. Other women thought it was juvenile, including her sister and mother. She thought it was hot and on their anniversary, it did plenty to set the mood.

Her anticipation growing by the second, Amber stood firmly in place, still sensing the carpet of their bedroom under her feet and her husband’s powerful hands on her shoulders. Even through the blindfold, she felt his penetrating gaze. It got her heart racing and her passions heightened, wanting more than anything to feel whatever intensity Tim had planned.

“Okay, Tim,” Amber said, matching his voice with some seduction of her own. “I trust you completely. Tell me what to do next.”

“Good, because the next part is critical,” he said.

As he uttered those words, she felt his hands shift from her shoulders to her waist. There, he lightly grasped the hem of her shirt.

“Take your clothes off,” Tim said.

“My clothes?” she said, a mix of surprise and intrigue. “You mean down to my underwear? Or everything?”

“Everything,” he affirmed, “and keep the blindfold on.”

His voice left no room for ambiguity. He wanted her naked and not just because he liked staring at her tits and butt. His reasons remained unclear, but Amber hadn’t forgotten what she just promised.

“Okay. Everything, it is,” Amber said coyly, “but if I find out there’s a video camera in front of me, you’re a dead man.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just us,” Tim told her. “If it makes you feel better, I’m taking my clothes off too.”

“Is that part of your elaborate plan?”

“You want me to tell you know? Or do you want to get naked and find out?”

“Tough choice,” she teased. “Well, these clothes were getting itchy anyways!”

With almost casual glee, Amber stripped out of her shirt, jeans, and underwear. Tim still helped her get her shirt off over the blindfold, but she did the rest, slipping out of her pants and unclasping her bra.

As she kicked off her clothes, she sensed Tim do the same, hearing as he undid his belt buckle and slid off his shirt. There was something inherently sexy about not being able to see him undress, but know he was standing there, naked as he’d been on their honeymoon. She even got a little turned on, knowing his eyes were drifting up and down her naked body. She could already feel his gaze on her breasts. She could even hear his breath getting more labored as he took in her beauty.

“God, you look good naked,” he told her.

“Your way with words continues to astonish,” Amber joked with folded arms. “Now, tell me what’s next so I actually enjoy being naked with my husband.”

He laughed and pulled her into a light embrace. In the process, he revealed that he was fully naked too. She could feel his exposed chest pressing against hers. She also felt a partially-erect penis press up against her thigh. That somewhat surprised her. Naked or not, him getting aroused so quickly meant something had gotten him very excited.

Whatever it was, Tim clearly wanted her. One way or another, they were going to make love that night. It was only a matter of what form it would take.

“To the bed,” he whispered into her ear, giving her butt a playful squeeze in the process.

“Lead the way, dear husband of mine,” Amber said curtly.

Still in his arms, her love guided her across the room. It couldn’t have been far, given the size of their room, but it might as well have been a journey to the other side of the world.

With every step, he affectionately caressed her naked body. He kissed down her neck, nibbling her ear in that special way that always got her blood flowing to all the right body parts. He also trailed his hands up her hips, tickling and tantalizing her feminine curves, sending shivers up her body. After only a few steps, those shivers morphed into full-fledged arousal.

“Just a little bit closer,” Tim whispered, just as he slipped his fingers between her legs. “We’re almost there.”

“Ooh, Tim!” Amber cooed. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“And for good reason…one that’ll make sense very soon.”

By the time they finally reached the bed, her husband’s skilled touching had left her feeling very moist between her legs. Tim had grown quite skilled at making her horny in the time they’d been together, but he was really going the extra mile. The way his fingers grazed over her outer folds, paying close attention to her more sensitive areas, made clear that he needed her horny for what he had planned.

“Get on,” he told her intently.

Already short of breath and very much aroused, Amber followed her husband’s urgings and crawled up onto the bed. Tim did so as well, his hands never leaving her naked body. With the blindfold still on, he guided her to towards the center of the bed and laid her down atop what she surmised to be a fresh pillow. In fact, the sheets under her felt brand new and very expensive.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re in the same bed I woke up in this morning,” Amber pointed out, “but something feels different.”

“That’s because it is,” he said, still speaking in his extra-manly voice. “You’re about to find out just how different, but only when the moment is perfect.”

“And when might that be? This blindfold is getting annoying.”

“We’re almost there. Trust me, you’ll know when the moment is perfect and why.”

Still trusting her husband implicitly, Amber waited with baited breath as she lay naked atop her bed, soft linens under her and her equally-naked husband on top of her. As she waited, he kissed and caressed her again.

He trailed one hand up her hips and fondled her breast with the other, giving it a light squeeze to send more intimate shivers coursing up through her body. He lovingly twirled his tongue with hers every step of the way, as if to mimic the same deep kiss they’d shared on their wedding day. It got her heart racing while sending her lady parts into overdrive. The line between loving the man on top of her and wanting to fuck him senseless completely disappeared.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered. “It won’t be much longer.”

“Damn, I don’t know how much more I can take!” Amber gasped.

Like a reflex, her legs parted and Tim got into position between them. She soon felt the tip of his erect penis rub up against her folds. He was almost as aroused as her. Hatching elaborate schemes with her had always been a turn-on, but whatever he’d done had really raised the bar.

Her patience almost at her limit, Amber felt her husband grab her thighs, lay on top of her, and thrust his member into her womanhood. The feeling of smooth, sensual penetration quickly filled her body. As she gasped at the sudden surge of sensations, Tim buried his face in her neck and whispered once more.

“Now…take it off,” he said.

Amber couldn’t remove the blindfold fast enough. As soon as it was off, she saw something that left her utterly astonished in the best possible way.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Tim…you wonderfully devious man!”

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

It was a sight to behold in the best possible way. On the ceiling just above their bed, which had been blank and featureless that morning, a mirror had been installed. It was not a small mirror, either. It was big enough to show the entire king-sized bed and at that very moment, their naked bodies were on full display in the reflection.

“Wow!” Amber said in daze of amazement. “It’s us…in bed…making love.”

As she gazed at the reflection, Tim went to work establishing a heated sexual rhythm. Grunting with unfretted manliness, he dug his knees and feet into the bed as he worked his body against hers. Manly sinews grinded against feminine curves, her breasts pressing up against his chest in a perfect mesh of flesh. With every movement, his rigid manhood sensually slithered within her wet folds, stimulating all the right nerves and filling her with the bliss of shared passion.

It was one thing to feel those wondrous pleasures that came from making love to her husband, but it was quite another to see it play out in front of her in real time. Their reflection on the mirror was the ultimate porno with them as the stars, turning an intimate feeling into an intensely erotic spectacle.

Amber’s gaze remained fixated on that spectacle, watching as her husband thrust and humped with affectionate delight. Along with the visuals, she felt the steady stream of ecstasy that came with good sex and a caring lover. There was something strange, yet stimulating about watching it unfold before her eyes. Like a fantasy manifesting, it added something special to their lovemaking…something that translated into a special brand of bliss.

“Mmm…Tim!” Amber moaned. “Oh…oohhh yes! Like that…do it like that!”

“Oohhh Amber!” Tim grunted through his hungry humping. “You like…what you see?”

“Yes! Fuck yes, I love it!” she said without hesitation.

There was literally no denying. She could see it right there in the mirror, the way her expression beamed with joy. Tim seemed intent on intensifying the spectacle. His face still buried in her neck, he kissed up the side of her face as he worked his hips harder, vigorously pumping his manhood into her depths.

Amber got into the act as well, raking her nails over his lover’s back and spreading her legs wider, showing off her uncanny flexibility. It played out in every lurid detail in the mirror. She watched their naked bodies rock together in an intimate heat, the bed moving with it. She’d expected to make love to her husband on their first anniversary at some point. Being able to actually see it and commit it to memory made it even more memorable.

“It’s so beautiful,” Amber mused in the heat of passion, “Me…my husband…making love…so beautiful.”

She kept watching and Tim kept the show going, maintaining a steady pace to really draw it out. He employed many of those special tricks he often used to bring her to orgasm, like nibbling on her ear and squeezing her butt. Even during one of his elaborate schemes, Tim made the extra effort to please her. That didn’t just make him a great husband. It made her a very lucky, very grateful woman.

Those tactics weren’t necessary to get her to the brink. She was already very close, ready to have the best orgasm she’d had since her honeymoon. He held back for her, but she didn’t. It was going to happen. She was going to have an orgasm and she was going to watch it unfold before her eyes.

“Ohhh I’m coming, my love! I…I’m coming!” Amber panted.

“That’s it! Watch yourself come!” Tim urged.

He delivered a few more targeted thrusts, penetrating deep to hit those extra sensitive nerves that only a dedicated husband could reach. It did the trick. She climaxed under her husband and the ceiling mirror captured every intricate detail.

Like wave crashing over her, a flood of ecstasy washed over her body. Keeping her eyes open was a challenge, but she made sure they never closed for long. She wanted to see the culmination of their lovemaking. What she saw was a unique kind of beauty.

Her body arched, her nails dug into her lover’s shoulders, and her toes curled as she contorted to the feeling. However, it was the look on her face that stood out the most. The beaming expression of orgasmic delight was there for her to see. She thought the photos of her wedding day showed a very happy woman. The face of a woman making love to her husband definitely raised the bar.

It felt like the longest orgasm she’d ever had. That, or seeing herself climax just made it seem longer. Whatever the case, she soaked in every last drop of ecstasy. Tim even ceased his movements, letting her take in the sight. After it passed, she finally diverted her gaze from the mirror and looked into the eyes of her wonderful husband.

“I love you, Tim,” she told him.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife,” Tim replied, “and for once, you can see how much I love you.”

“Yes…I can,” Amber said with a humored grin. “For our first anniversary, it’s the perfect present…one I’ll have a hard time returning.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“What makes you say I haven’t?”

Now, it was Tim’s turn to be surprised. Amber flashed him another seductive glance. She was still swimming in a sea of orgasmic delight, but she wasn’t done celebrating their first anniversary. She also hadn’t forgotten that Tim was still hard and hadn’t climaxed yet. Being the loving wife she was, she had every intention of rectifying that.

“It’s time for you to trust me, this time,” she told him. “Think you can do that?”

“Of course, I can,” Tim said with his typical confidence.

“Good! Then, lie down on your back and enjoy the show. I’m going to ride your dick so good you’ll want to marry me all over again!”

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How To Make A Man Feel Loved

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People seek out love. Whether you’re a man, woman, transgender, or just anyone with human emotions, we have an inherent drive to connect with one another. Whether it’s emotional or physical, we are wired to desire such intimate connections. It’s an integral part of being human.

I suspect most reasonable people would agree with that sentiment. Humans are social creatures. Both science and general experience make that abundantly clear. The disagreements tend to occur on the nature, process, and exercise of those intimate bonds. What some think of as love may come off as obsession to someone else. I’ve tried to be mindful of that difference, both within real and fictional romance.

Things only get trickier when you apply gender differences to the concept of seeking love. In a perfect world, there would be no differences, but we don’t live in that world. In today’s complicated web of social norms, traditions, gender politics, stereotypes, and taboos, how you go about pursuing love and feeling loved varies considerably by gender.

Now, I can’t speak to how women or those who identify as transgender approach that process. I am a heterosexual man. I can only speak to my own experiences, some of which I’ve shared in the past. I certainly can’t claim to speak for all men, either. Everyone is different, complete with their own romantic quirks and kinks.

However, in contemplating various gender issues and social taboos, I feel like there’s a growing disconnect surrounding the idea of masculinity, being in love, and what it means to feel loved. Some of that has to do with the current state of identity politics and loaded terms like “toxic masculinity,” a concept I’ve done plenty to criticize before. Other issues, I believe, run much deeper.

For me, being the self-admitted romantic I am, it comes back to what it means to feel loved. People can argue what love is until the end of time. I’ll leave those discussions to smarter, more capable individuals with a better understanding of philosophy. Instead, I want to focus on what it means for men, in general, to feel loved.

As a man with a modest amount of romantic experience, I think men are held to a very different standard. Some of it isn’t fair, but women and transgender individuals can probably make that same claim. With men, I believe those standards are rarely scrutinized and easily misconstrued.

To understand how, you need only refer to Chris Rock’s

2018 Netflix special, “Tamborine.” In it, he made this memorable observation about men and how they are loved.

“Only women, children, and dogs are loved unconditionally. Men are loved under the condition that they provide something.”

In addition to being both hilarious and insightful, this sentiment reflects the unique challenges that men face when it comes to love. It’s not always overt and oftentimes, it’s inadvertent. Some of these issues are just woven into social norms that go back to certain pre-modern traditions about family structure.

Whatever their source, society never stops evolving. How people interact and relate to one another will keep adapting to changing circumstances and make no mistake, those circumstances will change rapidly in the coming years. That’s going to impact how men, women, and everyone in between relates to one another and not always for the better.

With that in mind, I’d like to start a discussion on what men seek in pursuing love and how to go about making men feel loved. I know the media, popular culture, and even a recent movie centered around men’s thoughts have given us many impressions. In the interest of streamlining the discussion, I’d like to offer a brief list of insights and approaches for making a man feel loved.

Again, this list is hardly definitive. I’m just one heterosexual man. I’m sure there are plenty of other men out there with different experiences who can offer far greater insights. If you’d like to share those insights, please post them in the comments. For now, here are just a few small ways to help a man feel loved and inspire him to love others.


Make His Efforts And Contributions Feel Valued (And Not Just Expected)

This one is subtle, but powerful. Watch any sitcom, from “Married With Children” to “Leave It To Beaver,” and the man of the family is usually the sole provider. Regardless of how you feel about this family structure, be it a hallmark of tradition or a byproduct of a patriarchal conspiracy, the sentiment comes off as more of an assumption rather than a contribution.

Even if a man works his ass off every day, whether it’s digging ditches or selling women’s shoes like Al Bundy, that work isn’t always valued. It’s just expected. It’s just what a man is supposed to do. Him wanting any other kind of affirmation is just seen as excessive or a byproduct of a fragile male ego. However, such assumptions only breed resentment.

In almost any other situation, we seek and hope for acknowledgement of our sacrifices. We want our labor, be it physical or emotional, to feel valued. It’s part of being a social species and is not contingent on gender. A man isn’t going to feel loved if what he contributes is always taken for granted.

It doesn’t have to be glowing praise. It just has to be an acknowledgement of his efforts. That makes him feel good about the contributions he makes and will only make him work harder at returning the favor, which is good for any healthy love.


Treat Him As A Partner And Not An Asset

This idea manifests in many ways, the most obvious being instances of women seeking men for the sole purpose of gaining access to their money and resources. This sort of thing isn’t new. That kind of power dynamic goes back to ancient times when wealthy kings saw women as assets just as much as they saw his wealth as an asset.

We don’t live in ancient times anymore. While we still have rich men using their wealth to hook up with beautiful women, this issue often arises among those who are not rich. Relationships may start out as loving and intimate, but can descend into a bland business partnership where the man is nothing more than a buffer against poverty.

It’s true that a man can bring things like money, resources, and the siring children to a relationship. However, that can’t be the only things of value. If men are reduced to just the things they do, then they’re not going to feel loved. They’re going to feel like a tool, one who can be easily replaced by anyone of greater means.

That’s often why men get concerned, jealous, or even paranoid when their lover treats them more like a tradeable asset rather than an equal partner. Even those who champion equality often fall into a trap that focuses only on the tangible components of that relationship. Since love is inherently intangible, it can leave things feeling unbalanced.


Don’t Treat His Interests And Hobbies As Stupid Or Juvenile

When it comes to men’s interests, there’s often a sense that they’re always immature or crude. Sports, video games, and comic books are seen as something for children. Mature men are expected to outgrow them and embrace other interests more befitting of adults. However, it’s often the case that those interests align with those favored by women.

People have all sorts of hobbies, be it watching football, building birdhouses, or trash talking one another while playing video games. While some are healthier than others, denigrating them just sends the message that you want men to build their interests around you. It’s akin to wanting them to want to do the dishes rather than just doing the dishes. One requires courtesy. The other requires the thought police.

All good relationships require some level of sacrifice, but when one side is expected to sacrifice something they love and cherish, it gives the impression that they’re not loved for who they are. They’re only loved for what someone else wants them to be. It also implies that the only way for men to love someone is for them to make their significant other the center of their world.

That may count as romance in a fairy tale, but in the real world, that’s dangerously close to obsession. Most men seeking love aren’t looking for that kind of relationship. They’re seeking someone who will love them for who they are, which includes their hobbies.

That doesn’t mean you have to share in those hobbies. If you do, that’s a nice bonus. That shouldn’t be a deal-breaker, though. A man who can keep loving the things he loves and share some of that love with someone else is going to make him that much more appreciative.


Don’t Assume He Can/Should Fix Everything

When your car breaks down, you take it to a mechanic. When your toilet backs up, you call a plumber. Most people don’t give that a second thought. The fact that many mechanics and plumbers are men is beside the point, although I’m sure that colors our perceptions about what people who fix things look like.

In any relationship, things are going to break. That’s just life. However, when the burden of fixing everything falls on the man, it creates another imbalance that can compound a bad situation.

Regardless of whether you think men are more inclined to fix things, just assuming that they can further reduces a relationship to roles. If you’re the man, you fix things. It’s not always appliances, either. If someone is upset, the man is supposed to fix it. If something goes wrong, the man is supposed to resolve it.

If a good relationship is supposed to be a partnership, then this dynamic is hardly equal. One side can’t be solely responsible for resolving every problem, be it a faulty garbage disposal or serious intimacy issues. Being in love and making your partner feel loved goes both ways. Expecting only one side to get their hands dirty and make the sacrifices isn’t going to leave someone feeling appreciated, let alone loved.


Make Your Love Feel Like A Choice Rather Than A Favor

I’ve heard more than one women, and even a few men, tell their partners they’re lucky to have them. It’s not always in a condescending sort of way, but by definition, it kind of is. It sends the message that the love they’re sharing isn’t really a matter of choice. It’s just a favor they’re giving to someone, one that can be revoked at any time.

That kind of a relationship is many things, but it is not very loving. Men jump through a lot of hoops to be with someone. I know women have challenges as well, but in the current gender climate, men are still the ones who do most of the pursuing and women are the ones making the choices. Just look at the gender disparity on dating sites for proof of that.

As a result, a relationship will feel more like a privilege than a genuine, emotional connection. It creates this dynamic where a man feels like he has to navigate a constantly-shifting set of expectations, just to keep the relationship going. The woman is the one who sets those expectations and can determine at any moment that he has failed and the relationship is over.

Again, I’m not claiming that this is how most women approach a relationship. By and large, the love they feel is real. However, a good chunk of that love is contingent on the men treating that love as a favor that is granted rather than something that’s genuine and sincere. As Chris Rock said, it’s a conditional kind of love and that love will limit any relationship in the long run.


I hope this list helps further the discussion surrounding men, love, and relationships. If you feel like I missed something or need to expand on a particular concept, please let me know in the comments. For everyone out there lucky enough to be in relationships, I hope this gives you something to think about and provides tools with which you can use to make one another feel truly loved.

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My Wedding Speech: Love, Marriage, And Hope

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The following is a little speech I prepared for the wedding I’m set to attend later today. As I announced yesterday, I’m currently out of town to attend a wedding involving a close family member of mine. I’m not the one that’s getting married, but being the romantic I am, I have a strong appreciation for weddings.

There is sure to be plenty of joy to be had on all sides. There will be plenty of speeches, toasts, and tears. I don’t know if I’ll get a chance to say anything, given the size of the crowd. However, I’ve never been good at giving big speeches anyways. My strength has always been the written word.

With that in mind, I’d like to share a little speech that I wrote for this momentous occasion. Even if I don’t get a chance to say it, I hope to forward it to friends, family, and loved ones so they can share in the sentiment during and after the ceremony. Also, if you or someone you know is getting married and need something romantic to say, please feel free to use this.

What can we say about love that hasn’t been demonstrated, expressed, or put into every other pop song in history?

What can we possibly do, by ourselves and with each other, to demonstrate the power of this feeling?

On this joyous day, I think we can skip those questions because what we’re experiencing right now is the most complete answer we’re ever going to get. Here, in this moment, we are feeling those magical, intangible things that unite us all, but defy description.

Take a moment, every one of you, to appreciate this feeling. To the bride and groom, take an extra moment or several. Can you sense it? Can you grasp it, if only in though? It doesn’t have to be tangible. It doesn’t even have to be complete. All that matters is that it’s there.

Take another moment, if you can, to understand how powerful a feeling it takes to bring us together. What other emotion can inspire an event like this? Friends, family, and loved ones from all over are here to share in this experience. Some say love is magical. I say magic has nothing on love’s ability to bring us all together.

To the bride and groom, whose love brought us here, you’ve achieved something that few can hope to grasp. What brought you to this point wasn’t just a passing feeling. A simple passion may inspire a kiss or a smile, but it takes something much greater to create something like this.

Your love is something special. It’s not just one particular feeling at one particular moment in time. It is a process and an evolution. Like gravity or the changing of the seasons, love has been the catalyst through which you’ve weaved your lives together. The hopes of the past are now the promises of the future. The joy you feel now is the foundation for greater joy in the future.

When we truly love someone, we don’t just love the person before us. Their body, their smile, and the things they do for us are merely the surface of something much deeper.

To love someone is to love who they’re trying to be.

To love someone is to love who you’re trying to be, as well.

To feel that love and know it is a moment worth capturing. For you to share that moment with us, giving us a chance to see and marvel at what you’ve achieved together, is a true wonder.

Having witnessed your love and celebrated your new life together, I think we can all say without reservation that love is real. We need ask no more questions. We need not contemplate any more factors. Seeing you together and sharing in the moment is all we need to know the truth.

From this day forward, through every challenge and triumph, we wish you all the love and happiness that this feeling can bring. From here on out, let love be your guide, your bond, and your greatest strength.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Under A Soft Blanket

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When it comes to romantic settings, there are any number of tools and setups you can use to make a hot moment even hotter. Some are more elaborate than others. There’s the traditional candle-lit love den, complete with rose petals on the bed and overpriced massage oil on the dresser. Then, there are the elaborate BDSM dungeons that helped make “50 Shades of Grey” famous.

As fun as those can be, I’m of the opinion that to make any romantic setting work, you need to start with the most basic units. One of the most basic and under-appreciated tools for a romantic moment involves blankets. Specifically, it involves the kind of soft, comfortable blankets that feel so good on your skin that it’s like being hugged by a dozen puppies.

Now, I get that when the passion is right, you can make love on anywhere, be it a dirty mattress or blankets with the consistency of sandpaper. However, I also believe that the presence of soft, clean, premium quality blankets can add something to those moments that’s easy to appreciate. They often cost a little extra, but you can’t put a price on things that feel great on naked skin.

If I were to give any couple advice on how to make things a little sexier without getting too elaborate, I would urge them to invest in some soft, high-quality blankets. I’ve yet to come across someone who has regretted taking that advice. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing should help further sell eager lovers on the idea.

It feels so soft, from head to toe.

It covers me complete, body and soul.

It warms my flesh, among other things.

A big, soft blanket invites us into its embrace and we gladly accept. Whether it’s hot or cold, the weather is always right for gentle comfort. We spend much of our day enduring harsh elements, ignoring distress while savoring passing moments of joy. Now, under a soft blanket, the roles are reversed.

Comfort is everywhere.

Bliss is abundant.

Passion comes easy.

Alone, it brings relief and consolation. With you, however, it’s a catalyst for something more. In a world so gentle and calm, it’s easy for love to blossom. There’s no struggle to overcome or obstacles in our path. Under a warm blanket, we are shielded from the abrasive forces that distract our more intimate pursuits.

In this protective warmth, clothes become unnecessary. Strain of every kind disappears. The stresses that kept us from enjoying and celebrating our love fade into obscurity. We shed trivial burdens and explore without care or concern. In this world of soft surroundings, touch gains greater meaning.

A simple caress becomes a deep embrace.

A small peck becomes a passionate kiss.

A light stroke becomes a tender grasp.

A simple statement becomes a loving proclamation.

Atop a soft blanket, we lay upon the strongest of foundations for our love. Within it, we’re embraced by the best kind of warmth. In a world so harsh, something soft can soothe many wounds. For a strong love, it can blossom into something far greater.

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“Pre-Game Gangbang” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by the ongoing NCAA Basketball Tournament. Some use this major sporting event to fill out brackets. Some use it as inspiration for an extra-sexy story. I think it’s fairly obvious which one I am. Enjoy!

“Today’s the day,” said an excited and eager Michelle Russell, “the first game of the tournament with what might be our best team in years.”

It was a sentiment that more than one person had expressed in the halls of Champions Arena, the home of the Northside Stallions basketball team. For years, the name of that arena had been fodder for jokes and irony. It wasn’t that long ago that Northside’s basketball team was an afterthought at best. Michelle knew better than most and not just because her father had once been a star point guard on the team.

Unlike other girls in her neighborhood, she ate, slept, and breathed sports. Her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been star athletes. Both her brothers were aspiring athletes. Her mother was a sports doctor who worked with athletes and both her aunts worked for major college athletics programs. Some girls got doll houses and princess costumes as kids. She got uniforms and team banners. Instead of bedtime stories, her father recounted famous championship games from Northside and the NBA.

Michelle’s love of sports, especially basketball, set her apart from her peers. However, her passion for sports and the athletes that played them ran much deeper. For her, it wasn’t just about glory, winning, and championships. In its purest form, it brought out the best in people and that didn’t just resonate with her. It kindled a special kind of passion that she hoped to exercise before Champions Arena filled up with fans later that evening.

At the moment, the facility was largely vacant, populated mostly by maintenance crew and assistant coaches. The Stallions were scheduled for one last practice before the game. Officially, they weren’t even supposed to arrive for another couple hours. Unofficially, though, they had arrived early for a very different kind of practice.

“Trust the players to do their part, but assume they always need some extra motivation,” Michelle said under her breath, echoing the words of her father.

That mantra had been the cornerstone of her father’s approach to coaching. He’d refined it by training her older brothers, who went onto become star college athletes. He’d kept refining it as a coach in a local semi-pro league. He prided himself on his ability to find new ways to motivate athletes. Michelle, who aspired to find her place in the world of sports one day, had uncovered a way of her own that seemed to coincide with the Stallion’s rise to prominence.

Having slipped into the arena through a back entrance, courtesy of a key she’d managed to borrow from the equipment manager, she made her way through the underbelly of the facility until she arrived at the entrance to the locker room. The lights were on. Someone was clearly inside and during off-hours, no less.

Grinning to herself, Michelle adjusted her dress before entering. She didn’t wear dresses very often, but when she did, she made it a point to choose those that were low-cut, tight-fitting, and revealing to a point where even a cheerleader’s outfit seemed modest. She also wore extra make-up, including balm that made her lips extra soft and blush that made her skin extra smooth.

“I’m so ready for a championship!” Michelle said, her heart already racing, along with other parts of her body.

She then entered the locker room, making sure the clacking of her heels let everyone know she had arrived. Upon turning the corner, she saw what she hoped were future champions of the tournament – the 15 tall, athletic young men who made up the Northside Stallions. They’d come from various backgrounds, but they all had the appearance and poise of real athletes. They just needed to prove they were champions.

“Whoa!” said the starting center, whose rebound percentage was on a record pace.

“And here I was thinking I’d need extra coffee to wake up,” said the back-up point guard who’d been getting more playing time in recent weeks.

Michelle smiled at their reaction. They all stood up at her arrival. It looked as though they’d been waiting anxiously. She suspected some – namely, the rookies on the team – were skeptical that she would show up. Her arrival, along with the revealing dress she wore, proved that she’d been serious. All those rumors that former players had probably told them were very true.

“Good morning, you aspiring champions,” Michelle greeted. “You’re all looking restless and eager today. That’s a good thing. You’ve got a big game ahead of you.”

“No need to remind us,” said the small forward whose defense had been inconsistent for the past eight games. “Everyone in town has been reminding us all week.”

“Then, I won’t repeat it. You all know what’s at stake. You’ve all worked hard to get to this point. You know what the recent history of the Stallions has been. Four years ago, this team could barely qualify for financial aid, let alone a tournament. Then, three years ago, my father’s former teammate took over as coach. A year after that, I enrolled in this school. While your coach has certainly done his part, I’ve tried to do mine as well.”

Her voice took on a serious, but sensual undertone. Like basketball royalty, she casually strode into the center of the locker room, the clicking of her heels echoing within the confined, but well-lit area. Each player had already changed into their uniforms, most likely in anticipation of their practice later on. Some were in just their shorts. They already knew what to expect and why their championship hopes hinged on her.

“You’ve worked hard all season, putting in the time, effort, and grit to achieve more than most athletes dream of. Your coaches have given you plenty of motivation,” Michelle said to them. “However, I intend to give you something every bit as important…something that can be the difference between contenders and champions.”

“Yeah, and what might that be?” asked one of the shooting guards from last season, as though he didn’t already know.

“Incentive!” Michelle said intently.

With a look in her eyes that could inspire any champion, the young woman casually tossed aside her purse, kicked off her heels, and unzipped her tight-fitting dress. She watched with a mix of amusement and excitement as the eyes of the athletic men widened such a sight. Their eyes only got wider as she sensually slid the dress down her voluptuous body, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties.

Now completely naked, surrounded by 15 of the most gifted athletes in the state, she casually walked around under the fluorescent lighting, letting each man take in the sight of her naked body. She’d done her share of game-planning earlier that morning, washing and grooming herself to be both desirable and worthy of champions. Based on their reactions, she’d already won in her own right.

“Damn, that’s one sexy incentive!” said the backup center, whose gaze narrowed on her heart-shaped ass.

“And here I was thinking we’d be running more training drills,” said the rookie power forward.

“If you think that’s hot, you should’ve seen what she wore last year,” said the starting power forward, already licking his lips intently.

“Wait…this happened last year?”

“And that team made it all the way to the semi-finals,” Michelle pointed out. “I believe you guys can go even further. That’s why I’m pulling out all the stops this time.”

While the team of young men gawked over her naked body, Michelle retrieved a towel from a nearby bench and laid it out on the tiled floor in the center of the dressing area. Then, still in full view of the handsome athletes, she laid down atop the towel and began playfully fondling her pussy.

“I’ve always had a thing for athletes,” she told them. “Some girls touch themselves to pictures of boy bands and handsome actors. I touch myself to highlight reels of star players.”

“I never want that image to leave my brain…ever,” said the power forward, his eyes already focused on her perfectly-groomed pussy.

“After I started filling out bras and thongs, I learned to be less selfish with my kinks,” Michelle went on. “I felt I do more for aspiring champions besides cheer them on. I could do things for them that give them reasons for pushing their limits…good, memorable reasons that will follow them on and off the court.”

As Michelle recounted how she’d learned to help aspiring athletes, she touched herself more vigorously, revealing to the 15 young men the extent of her kink. Athletes turned her on. However, potential champions made her so hot she could barely contain herself.

Her arousal was already escalating. She also noticed some of the players getting aroused as well. Some had raging boners growing in their shorts. Others tried to hide it, but failed miserably. They were in the presence of a naked, horny women in heat around a team of determined young men. On a primal level, her lurid game plan was already in place.

“Here’s what I’m offering,” she said to the young men watching her. “Fuck me. All of you…however you want and as much as you want…fuck me hard. No restrictions. No rules. Stick in any hole in any position. Hump me as hard or as slow as you want. Do it as many times as you want. Come in me. Come on me. Take turns or just flat out gangbang me. You have my full permission to do it all!”

“I know I just heard her say it. I still can’t believe it,” said the rookie small forward.

“Believe it,” said the starting center. “She was even more direct about it last year.”

“I haven’t forgotten. How could any man with a functioning dick forget?” said the starting point guard, who was already stroking the bulge in his shorts.

Some of the rookies were still overwhelmed, the prospect of a beautiful woman offering herself to them the day of the tournament. Michelle had come to expect that reaction. Some just didn’t believe that a team would be that dedicated to helping the team win. Many of the men had probably received their share of attention from beautiful women. She doubted any of them had been as forthright as her.

While some of the veteran players were already loosening their shorts, Michelle turned over and got on all fours, her butt and pussy now prominently pointing towards several players. She was already fully aroused and eager to help the team in her own sexy way. If it also meant having hot, reckless sex with a bunch of well-endowed athletes, then that was just a nice bonus.

“So what are you waiting for?” Michelle said, slapping her ass and shaking her hips to further goad them. “I’m naked, I’m horny, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. Before you play like champions, show me you can fuck like one!”

“Well, the coach always tells us to show before we gloat,” said the starting power forward.

Whereas some remained reluctant, probably wondering if they had stumbled into some sort of sexy dream, the veteran players went to work proving themselves. The starting power forward and the center, who happened to be captains, made the first move.

Shooting up from the bench, they shed their shorts and boxers, revealing their fully-erect endowments. Michelle gazed up at them hungrily. They had the size of champions, but whether or not they could use them remained to be seen and they looked eager to proof themselves.

“I’ll start with a little head,” said the point guard.

“I’m got the pussy!” said the center. “God I missed this hot, tight pussy!”

The center arrived first, grabbing hold of her hips, positioning himself behind her, and thrusting his rigid dick into her folds in a single thrust. He was a big, athletic young man, stretching her inner muscles to the utmost. That sudden surge of hard penetration sent her into a sensual frenzy, one that turned her athletic kink into real, raw sensations.

“Ooh yes!” Michelle cried out into the confined locker room. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, hard, championship-caliber dick!”

“If you like that one, then taste this!” said the point guard in front of her.

Just as the center pumping her pussy with his hard, athletic flesh, the equally-endowed man in front of her shoved his cock into her mouth. Instinctively, Michelle began sucking on it as though it were her favorite treat. It muffled her moans, which were quickly replaced with the pleasured grunts of the two men.

“She’s really doing it. She’s taking it from both ends,” said the rookie point guard in awe.

“I’m seeing it. I’m still waiting to see if I haven’t just stumbled into some crazy porno,” said one of the backup shooting guards.

“Wait all you want. I sure as hell ain’t!” said the starting shooting guard as he got up and took off his shorts. “She wants to take all this Stallion dick? Then, that’s what we’ll give her!”

The shock and awe of a beautiful woman offering herself finally wore off. More of the men got up from their seats, took off their clothes, and gathered around to watch the lurid show unfold. Some already had their dicks in their hands, stroking them to either get hard or stay hard. Looking around, seeing their lustful gaze upon her, sent Michelle into sexual frenzy.

“Mmm! That’s it, guys!” she said, as she stopped sucking the point guard’s dick briefly so she could stroke it. “Get those dicks out and get them ready! I want to taste every fucking one of them!”

“Less talking, more sucking!” said the point guard.

He shoved his dick back into her mouth, which Michelle eagerly resumed sucking. Some of his teammates began waving their dicks in her face in anticipation. In a further show of her drive, she reached out and stroked them, demonstrating that she could be a team player as well.

The sucking, stroking, and humping continued. Michelle quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm. The sight of so many hot, athletic men and feeling of their dicks inside flooded her with hot sensations that rapidly escalated. When she crossed that threshold and entered that blissful world, she arched her body and let out a muffled moan that somehow echoed over her moan.

“Damn! Did she just come already?” said one of the power forwards.

“She…she definitely did!” said the center still fucking her pussy. “Fuck, it’s so tight! It’s gonna…make me…come!”

Before the imposing star player could say another word, he firmly squeezed her hips and let out a deep grunt as he got his released. Even as her body shuddered from her first orgasm, Michelle could feel his member throbbing inside her as he shot a thick load of fluid up into her depths. It was so hot, his cum mixing with hers. That feeling of a strong, athletic man fucking her so thoroughly made Michelle feel like a champion in her own right. Like any true competitor, though, it left her wanting more.

“Out of the way, bro! Make room for the next champ!” said the starting power forward, shoving the center aside as soon as he pulled out of her.

“Hey! Who said you get the pussy next?” barked his backup.

“Easy, studs,” Michelle assured with two dicks in her hands. “There’s plenty of pussy to go around. I want to feel every one of your dicks inside me!”

That helped temper the growing restlessness among the young men. Some were more eager than others to indulge in her sex, still holding their rock-hard dicks and seething with lust as they gazed at her naked body. Michelle had every intention of making good on her word. Skilled athletes had to push their endurance all the time. In her efforts to incentivize them, she could do no less.

The starting power forward pumped her pussy as hard as his teammate. He also threw in a reach-around, grabbing her swaying breasts as he rocked her body with each thrust. The three athletic studs in front of her kept shoving their dicks in her face. She soon began alternating between sucking and stroking them. Before long, the point guard who’d been the first in line to receive one of her blowjobs was ready to blow his load as well.

“Oohhh fuck, I’m coming!” the tall young athlete grunted.

With his dick still halfway in her mouth and her body still rocking from the humping she received from behind, he the point guard clutched the side of her head and let out a deep moan as he released his load right into her mouth. She still had two dicks in both hands, but that didn’t stop her from licking up every last drop of his cum. She treated it like excess frosting on her favorite desert, flashing his horny teammates a seductive gaze, if only to help them keep their dicks hard.

“Mmm…championship cum,” Michelle purred. “I love it! Who wants to give me more?”

“I do!” said the backup power forward.

“Hurry it up, man! I ain’t been laid all season and I gotta bust a nut soon!” said a backup short forward.

She barely had a chance to rest her jaw before one of the athletic studs in front of her shoved a fresh dick back into her mouth. Without hesitation, she resumed sucking. If anything, she sucked with more urgency. Between a hard, rigid cock in her mouth and another slithering vigorously in her pussy, Michelle was in a sea of ecstasy, surrounded by the kind of men that evoked in her the greatest passion.

“More! Ooh give me more Stallion dick!” Michelle demanded.

The eager men of the Northside Stallions gladly obliged, cheering each other on as they indulged in her decadent passions. She kept getting fucked from behind, her body rocking harder with each thrust. There was no more hesitation or shock at that point. It was a full-fledged gangbang – a unique team-building exercise, of sorts – and Michelle was at the center of it all.

After a good round of humping and sucking, she climaxed again, letting out another blissful cry that filled the locker room. The one fucking her pussy and the one receiving oral sex from her climaxed shortly after, filling depths with more cum at both ends. Before she even milked them dry, others fought their way to the front of the line and kept the gangbang going. It inspired even more cheers and encouraged the talented athletes to step up their game.

At one point, one of the players flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, gazing up at the crowd of horny young men surrounding her, drooling lustfully over her naked body. While in that position, one of the players – she couldn’t even tell who – pushed her legs apart, got on top of her, and began fucking her.

As the athletic stud on top humped her hard, she felt her breasts bounce to the rhythm, encouraging several men to reach in and caress them. Michelle had always enjoyed that, especially when someone pinched her nipples. Her high-pitched squeals of joy soon echoed over their cheers. Some still hovered near her head, trying to get in position to receive oral sex. Michelle showed off her flexibility by accommodating them as much as she could.

“Mmm…that’s it, studs. Touch me. Enjoy me. I love it!” she proclaimed. “Hell, if you can’t hold your load, let it out! I don’t mind!”

“Fuck, yeah! I was hoping she’d say that,” said one of the backup centers.

Right on cue, the well-endowed athlete who had only recently transferred to Northside blew his load right onto her breasts. Upon feeling that thick, salty fluid on her naked skin, mixing with the thick layer of sweat she’d built up, she playfully spread it around and cast the other men bearing throbbing erections an encouraging gaze.

“That…is so hot,” said one of the power forwards.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer!” said another.

More loads followed, streaks of male fluid splattering onto her breasts and face. More cheers followed, along with another orgasm for her. The men might have been getting off on her athlete fetish, but she was already way ahead on the proverbial scoreboard.

“Ooh yeah! You made me come again,” she said the eager young men. “Keep it up! I want more. I know you do too.”

They didn’t bother arguing. They just kept the gangbang going, showing a surprising amount of teamwork in the process. That boded well for their chances in the game.

Michelle remained on her back for a while, letting a few more aspiring athletes fuck her missionary style. She came a few more times, having long since lost track. They soon mixed things up even more while showing off their athletic skills, in the process.

One of the team’s shorter, but heavily-muscled power forwards actually lifted her up off the floor, held her up in his arms, and bounced her up and down his dick in a show of strength. That drove Michelle wild in all the right ways. She even used that as an opportunity to show off her flexibility, leaning back and kissing some of the men behind her.

“Yes! So…so strong!” Michelle exclaimed.

“So…so flexible!” the stocky man fucking her grunted.

She kept bouncing up and down his dick for a good long while. After humping her to a fresh climax, the other teammates who’d been waiting patiently and restlessly got their chance as well. Michelle made it a point to reward them for waiting so long and staying so hard.

“You…on your back!” she said, pointing at one of the small forwards.

The small forward, who’d been more shy than his teammates, did as she asked without question. Then, as soon as the man holding her up let her go, she got on top of him, straddled his waist, and plunged her pussy down onto his waiting cock. She then began riding him cowgirl style, demonstrating that she could hump as well as any athlete. However, she wasn’t content with just riding a handsome stud.

“You,” she said, pointing to another small forward, “you’ve been patient. Stick it in my ass!”

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” Michelle exclaimed. “I lubed up before I got here. Just do it! Fuck me my ass! I want to feel two cocks inside me!”

“Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any kinkier,” said the starting center who’d gotten off first with her.

The small forward still hesitated, but with a raging boner in hand, followed her lurid requests along with his own burning lust. With the dick of the man under her still deep in her pussy, she bent over to make room for his teammate. He was careful with inserting his dick into her ass, showing that he was both an athlete and a gentleman. Having had her share of anal sex before, and with well-endowed athletes, Michelle accommodated his manhood with ease.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” the small forward grunted.

“Yes! I love it!” Michelle exclaimed. “Please…keep fucking me. Fuck my every hole.”

Taking her proclamation as seriously as an order from the coach, the two stud athletes demonstrated more teamwork as they began pumping their cocks into her tight holes. They were like a couple of well-oiled pistons, slithering within her and stimulating her deepest depths. It sent Michelle to new heights of ecstasy, sending her deeper into a wondrous daze that felt worthy of champions.

In that daze, her sense of time became obscure. She couldn’t tell how long the two small forwards double penetrated her. She just knew that at some point, she had another orgasm and shortly after that, they both climaxed inside her. After that, two more athletes took their spot. She couldn’t surmise who they were or which position they played. She just knew that someone helped her up briefly so that two more horny men could position themselves so that she was sandwiched between them.

More rounds of vigorous humping followed. As Michelle moaned through continued surges of pleasure, a couple of other teammates got in front of her to receive oral sex. Again, she gladly obliged, completing the trifecta the gangbang trifecta. She had a dick in her vagina, another in her ass, and one in her mouth. It pushed her body, mind, and desires to the utmost. Like any other athlete who pushed themselves, she rose to the challenge.

After a few rounds of multiple penetration and multiple orgasms, Michelle was fairly certain she had fucked every member of the Northside Stallions at least once. She was also certain a few came in for seconds, their dicks getting hard again after watching the decadent spectacle unfold. It soon got to a point where the whole locker room reeked of sweat and sex. It was the kind of musk that reflected a unique kind of exertion and grit. It made for hot sex with multiple athletic men. Hopefully, it wasn’t too different from the musk of champions.

“I know I’ve said it way too many times, but damn!” said the starting center. “I ain’t ever won a championship before, but I hope it feels as good as this.”

“Hell, I’ll settle for half as good as this,” said the starting power forward.

“My ex-girlfriend used to withhold sex until we won,” said the backup point guard. “I’m starting to think she had it ass backwards.”

“I’m done thinking. Shit, I’ve never been more ready to win the whole tournament!”

That was exactly the reaction Michelle had been hoping for. In recent years, she’d come to expect it. That didn’t make it any less rewarding.

Eventually, she managed to satisfy all fifteen members of the Northside Stallions. After the final few team members shot their loads off, filling her pussy and ass with one last round of their cum, they pulled out and let out a content sigh. Michelle, now covered in a healthy layer of sweat and sexual fluids, remained on the floor, panting heavily and bathing in the afterglow.

Eventually, a couple of the athletes helped her up. They even were nice enough to give her some clean towels to clean herself up. Some athletes were pig-headed, but in Michelle’s experience, most of them were decent, honorable men who knew how to treat a woman…especially one who gave them so many sexy incentives.

While some of the players began getting dressed, she sat down on a nearby bench to collect herself. Parts of her were sore, which was to be expected. Her father once said that any athlete who wasn’t sore after a game wasn’t trying hard enough. She was convinced that she’d done her part. Judging by the way each man was lounging about, still naked and looking more relaxed than any athlete should on the day of a big game, they were just as convinced.

“I think it’s official. You guys are ready for the tournament!” said Michelle.

“I’ll say,” said the starting small forward. “You are a testament to our competitive spirit, Michelle.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much incentive,” said the backup point guard.

“If you think that’s motivating, just wait until you see what I do for the MVP of the tournament,” she added.

“Why? What does the MVP get?” asked one of the starting strong forwards intently.

“Win the tournament and you’ll find out!” Michelle said seductively. “Trust me when I say it’s something worthy of any champion.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Bad Days Made Good

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We all have bad days. They’re part of life. Even if you’re a rich supermodel living in a mansion with servants and maids, you’re going to have one of those days where everything seems to go wrong. You feel like crap, you can’t get anything done, and you just want to punch something to vent your frustration.

I’ve certainly had days like that and not all of them occurred in high school, although they did seem to happen more often back then. The hardest part is getting through those days, but the second hardest could be turning them around. That’s where having a good lover comes in. I would even argue that it’s the bad days that help reveal just how good a lover you have.

Back in college, I had a string of awful days that made me want to bang my head against the wall every other minute. Then, towards the end when I was ready to give up, I had a quick chat with my girlfriend at the time. I won’t reveal what she said or how she said it. I’ll just say that she made me smile in a way that helped me forget the past few days.

That kind of love and support is powerful. We don’t always appreciate it until we have a few bad days, but that’s exactly why it’s so critical. A good lover can’t always turn a bad day into a good day, but they can make it feel less agonizing and not just by doing something sexy.

It’s a given that we will all have bad days at some point. There’s only so much we can do to prepare, but it’ll usually be our lovers that help make those days worth enduring. This Daily Sexy Musing is a testament to just how great a day we can have when our lover is there for us at our worst moments. Enjoy!

I’m angry.

I’m depressed.

I’m tired.

I’m drained of everything that’s supposed to make life enjoyable.

Thoughts and feelings of misery and frustration follow me with every step. It’s an open wound, festering every second of every minute. I’ve given up seeking relief. I just want to run away, hide, and shut down. If the world won’t leave me alone, I’ll gladly leave it behind.

However, you won’t let me. You love me too damn much.

Before I can venture into the nearest personal pit, you confront me. At first, I see an obstacle. Then, you remind me that you’re so much more. You’re someone who cares when I’m sad. What I feel, you feel as well. We gladly share in the joys and elation we give one another. It’s only when hardship finds us that we realize just how deep our love goes.

I don’t want you to know that feeling. Distraught or not, the last thing I want to do is heap that pain upon you. You don’t deserve it and I’ve no desire to put it upon you. Even so, you don’t let me bear that burden on my own.

You come to me.

You embrace me.

You soothe me with your loving touch.

We spend so much time and energy avoiding the things that make us unhappy. Like darkness and distress, it naturally repulses us. To willingly approach such unpleasant things requires something greater than bravery. In you, I don’t just see it. I feel it in your caring warmth.

Our love tempers the burning rage.

Our love heals the gaping wounds.

Our love calms the restless mind.

Together, we venture into the worst domains of our souls. In those dark corners, our deepest flaws show alongside our greatest weaknesses. From these depths, we emerge with stronger hearts and brighter spirits.

In that feeling, I can say without hesitation that today was a good day.

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“Up Against The Wall” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by an incident involving a former roommate of mine and a significant dent in a wall that required an awkward conversation with the landlord. Once you read the story, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!

“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.

“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.

“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”

Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”

It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.

“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”

Walking through the now-empty dwelling, running his fingers along the cold white walls, Tyler recalled the man he’d been the day he first arrived as an overwhelmed freshman. He came from a small town where the idea of going to college was more a daydream than a realistic goal. The only reason he’d been able to attend was because he got a baseball scholarship. While that made him the envy of many back home, he was not the least bit prepared for what and who he would find.

Growing up, he had little say in his living situation. He’d grown up in a small house with three siblings. They shared a bedroom, a bathroom, and pretty much everything else. Nobody could ever claim that a particular space was their own. There just wasn’t enough of it to go around. Even his first baseball glove had previously belonged to his father. The idea of actually having a place to call his own seemed so radical at first.

Then, he arrived on campus and moved into his first place, a dorm building that catered specifically to student athletes. It was such a strange experience, living by himself after living with his family for so long. He remembered nights being so eerily quiet, so much so that he couldn’t sleep. It left him alone with his thoughts for hours on end, contemplating things he’d never thought about before.

In doing so, Tyler learned something about himself. The first thing he learned was that he needed to become his own person. The second was that he didn’t like living alone. That ultimately played a major role in how Lindsey entered his life.

“Remember the first night I invited you here?” Tyler pondered as he walked around the empty living room.

“Of course I do,” Lindsey said with a coy grin. “You tried to sound so confident, but failed in the most adorable way possible.”

“That’s because I was nowhere near as confident as my batting average, as the time,” he said. “I was still on my own, learning how to live my own life and make my own choices. Where I come from, you don’t get those kinds of choices.”

“It probably helped that you were a handsome young athlete,” she said, still standing in the foyer. “Guess that makes me lucky because you chose to share your life with me.”

“It wasn’t luck from my perspective. Being here, a star athlete on scholarship with his own place, I had a lot of choices thrown at me…including some very bad ones that could’ve taken me down a very nasty path.”

“You referring to that guy who tried to sell you Adderall your sophomore year? Or the cheerleader who offered to suck your dick for every home run you hit?”

“Among many others,” Tyler said, shaking his head in amazement at some of the choices he’d avoided. “You were the first I dared to let in…not just in terms of seeing my first place, but personally as well. I brought you here at a time when I knew I didn’t want to be alone, but I also knew I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.”

“And I’m glad I chose to go with you,” Lindsey said in a more serious tone, “and not just because this place was a step up from my dorm. I knew when I saw you that you were a good, but conflicted soul…the kind of soul you don’t expect to find in some hotshot athlete.”

“You think I’m a hotshot?” Tyler said with a snicker.

“No, I think you’re much more than that.”

Tyler smiled as he stood in the far corner of the living room, just next to the window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Lindsey walked over and joined him, standing next to him and pulling him into a light embrace. He welcomed the feeling. It also helped him recall just how much his life changed after he met her.

A lot of that change took place within the barren walls that now surrounded him. While Lindsey wasn’t the first girlfriend he’d ever had, she’d been the most impactful, by far. Unlike him, she’d come from a less isolated part of the state, having grown up in a less cramped household in which she had her own room, her own stuff, and her own place to grow. Being with her, even before he fell in love with her, taught him a lot about forging his own path.

Their romance did not happen all at once. In fact, she’d been dating someone else when they first met. Growing closer to her made getting together an easy transition, albeit one that got passionate very quickly. It made lonely nights less lonely and helped him envision life beyond simply escaping his isolated home town.

Then, there were all the intimate moments they’d shared together. Looking around, Tyler could point out all the places and circumstances in which they’d made love. Those were among his most cherished memories. Leaving them behind, despite knowing a better apartment awaited him and Lindsey, was bittersweet.

“You always were the sentimental type,” Lindsey told him. “It’s just one of the many things I love about you.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve always helped me keep things in perspective, Lindsey. You help me keep my feet on the ground, my ego in check, and my heart beating strong.”

“You don’t always make it easy on me, but you’ve always made it worth the effort.”

“And I want to keep doing that. I want to move forward in my life…a life I want to share with you.”

“Damn it, Tyler. Now you’re making me sentimental for this place too,” she said.

“Why shouldn’t it be? This was, after all, the place in which I chose to share my life with someone. For the first time, in a space I could call me own, I opened my heart and my front door to someone. I had no idea what to expect…whether I was making a mistake or setting myself up for heartache. In the end, that choice and this place gave me something precious…something I’ll always treasure, no matter where we live from here on out.”

Tyler hadn’t expected to get so emotional while standing in an empty apartment. Now, Lindsey was getting worked up too, burying her face in his shoulders to hide any tears she might have shed. She never hid them very well, but that didn’t stop Tyler from holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder and reflecting on their looming future.

“I want to share that life too,” Lindsey told him. “I’m not used to thinking beyond my next class, my next job, or even my next rent payment, but I want to entertain the possibilities, damn it!”

“Glad I could affect your thinking as much as you affected mine,” said Tylor with loving grin.

“And to think, it all started here…in this unremarkable dorm with sub-par plumbing.”

“I know. Amazing, isn’t it?”

They shared a good laugh, their shared appreciation of his first apartment growing with every fond memory. Knowing their things were packed and a long drive to their new home awaited them, added more weight to those memories. While he looked forward to making new memories with Lindsey in another home, he intended to cherish the ones he’d made with her thus far.

Together, they lingered near the corner of the empty living room. He kept embracing Lindsey for as long as she needed. She didn’t often get emotional, but when she did, she often needed a little extra intimacy and Tyler was more than happy to provide it. After all, the intimacy they’d shared within the surrounding walls helped forge the intimate connection they now cherished.

Then, when it seemed the emotional venting had passed, Lindsey snaked her arms around his neck and locked her gaze with his. In the process, he saw her eyes take on a new intensity.

“Tyler,” she said to him.

“Yes, Lindsey?” he asked.

“Do me,” she said intently.

Tyler blinked a few times in astonishment, not certain of what he’d just heard. However, the look in her eyes indicated that she was dead serious.

“Right here…in this room…up against the wall,” she said, each word echoing with seductive subtext. “Do me!”

“Is this your idea of making one last fond memory of this place?” Tyler asked her.

“Can it just be because I really love you and I’m really horny right now?”

“Either way works for me!”

With a loving grin and renewed energy, Tyler kissed his wonderful girlfriend on the lips and deepened their intimate embrace. He didn’t bother trying to surmise what inspired her to want sex in an empty apartment. If making love to her was to be their last act within such familiar walls, then Tyler was more than happy to make the most of it.

Their lips entwined and their hands eagerly roaming, Tyler led his lover up against the wall just next to the window. It was somewhat dirty, but that didn’t dissuade Lindsey in the slightest. She still jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around her waist, and began pulling at his shirt.

“Off! Get it off!” she urged.

Tyler gladly obliged, shifting his torso so that she could pull his shirt up off over his head. He returned the favor by taking her shirt off too. She didn’t even mind when he threw it across the room. Their clothes were already dusty and dirty from moving their stuff out into the truck. Getting out of them for a while had more appeal than usual.

“You worked up quite a sweat,” Lindsey commented upon feeling his bare chest.

“I did,” he admitted. “Care to help me work up another?”

She answered by kissing him again and pawing his chest, further stoking his. Since the air conditioner had been turned off, they had even more incentive to get undressed.

Lindsey got out ahead of him, pushing her bra-straps to the side of her shoulders before slipping it off with ease. While Tyler quickly refocused his attention on her exposed breasts, she released her grip on him with her legs so that she could remove her pants. Before he knew it, she was down to a pair of white panties.

“Your turn,” she whispered into his ear seductively.

Before he had a chance to really enjoy her breasts, Lindsey dropped to her knees and undid his belt buckle. As soon as he was unlocked, she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his rapidly-growing manhood from its confines. Before he even stepped out of his sneakers, she grasped his hardened member with both hands.

“Right here, next to this window, is where I gave you your first blowjob,” she told him while stroking his shaft. “We were on the couch, watching the World Series.”

“I remember. God, I remember so well,” Tyler said, already breathless.

“I’ll make sure you remember this too.”

Always a woman of her word, Lyndsey put her oral sex skills to good use. She once bragged she could suck a dick as well as he could hit an inside fastball. At the time, it was a hell of a claim, but she once again proved herself.

With perfect blend of passion and lust, she sucked along his masculine flesh, her soft lips and slithering tongue stimulating every nerve. Tyler had to lean against the nearby wall just to stay upright, moaning intently as she drew him into a state of complete arousal.

“Damn, that feels good!” he gasped. “Almost as good as when we did it in the kitchen…up against the fridge.”

“Mmm…almost?” Lindsey said, briefly gazing up from his lower body.

“Just giving us a reason to make this time really count.”

“And it’s a damn good reason.”

Still flexing her intimate skills, Lindsey gave his shaft one last lick before rising back up to her feet. From there, Tyler took charge. She’d given him so many wonderful experiences in the apartment. He was determined to give her something extra special.

“Up against the wall,” he said in a deep, manly tone.

She looked back at him with a captivated glance, as though he’d just triggered the most intense arousal she’d ever experienced. Lindsey once told him that her biggest turn-on was a man who seized initiative during sex. Being an athlete and a competitor, Tyler was in a better position than most to get her feminine juices flowing.

Grabbing her waist with his powerful arms, he turned his half-naked girlfriend around so that she was up against the wall, just as he’d said. From there, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them off, rendering her fully naked and giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt.

True to her kinks, she was very wet. He could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs, longing for his loving touch. Never one to deny his lover, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his body with hers.

“One last time…in this apartment…together,” Tyler said intently.

“Together,” Lindsey repeated.

In a single thrust, he entered her, his rigid member penetrating her moist depths. They each let out a passionate gasp as her inner muscles tightened around his flesh, entwining their bodies and evoking a surge of intimate sensations.

After taking in that hot, sensual feeling, the aspiring athlete tightened his grip on her waist and began moving his hips in a rhythmic manner. Like two missing souls finding one another, their fleshly union inspired a harmonious dance of sorts. In a symphony of intimate gasps, Lindsey raked her nails down barren wall while he rocked her world with every motion. In between the grunts and moans, he leaned forward and whispered affectionate musings into his ear.

“Here…we fell in love,” he told her. “Here…we made it real.”

Lindsey let out an especially vocal gasp, turning her head and kissing his lips as their naked bodies moved in a heated vigor. In the empty apartment, the echoes were louder. The sounds of their flesh banging together filled the area with a unique ambience, as if the apartment were cheering them on for one last intimate romp.

Never one to disappoint a cheering crowd, Tyler stepped up his passionate efforts. He made love to Lindsey with greater fervor and focus, pressing her body against the wall even more, her breasts mashing up against the cold surface. As the sensations flowed through them, escalating with each successive motion of passion, it affirmed the memories they’d shared in the apartment. It also reminded Tyler why he fell in love with her.

“Lindsey…so much,” he gasped, “love you…so much.”

“Oohhh Tyler! I love you too!” she exclaimed. “Please…take me.”

Once again heeding her amorous cries, Tyler used his leverage over her to reorient their bodies. In a perfect coordination of passion, he briefly withdrew from her depths, turned her around, and pinned her up against the wall like he had done earlier before their clothes came off. Just like before, his lover jumped his bone, throwing her legs around his waist. His hands now firmly on her hips, he lowered her back onto his dick and resumed their heated lovemaking.

Now facing his love, seeing the affection and ecstasy in her eyes, he caressed her face while she clung to his shoulders. With their bodies still moving at a fervent pace, their bodies grinding up and down the wall, he kissed her as he made a concerted push for greater ecstasy. The loud echoes, combined with so many fond memories, helped raise the stakes. It wasn’t just about having a good hump with his girlfriend. It was a celebration of how far they’d come.

“Lindsey…I’m close,” he told her.

“Me too, Tyler. Me too!” she gasped.

Having come to know his lover’s intimate proclivities, he did what he needed to do to carry her to the brink. When she was close, she liked it slow and thorough so that his manhood penetrated extra deep into her depths. All the lovemaking they’d done in the apartment had made him adept at bringing Lindsey to orgasm. Taking her to that special threshold one last time within such a special place was extra satisfying.

“Oohhh yes!” Lindsey cried out upon reaching that plateau.

At that moment, he used the leverage afforded by the wall to fully support her, watching in awe as her expression contorted to the ecstasy that followed. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the woman he loved consumed with such bliss, feeling her body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

As he admired such beauty, he let that same weight overtake him as well. With a few more targeted thrusts, he crossed that special threshold as well, achieving a powerful release that send hot ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. The echoes in the empty apartment all seemed to converge around them, as if to cap off the life they’d build together within such sturdy walls.

“We did it, Lindsey. We did it,” he said breathlessly.

“Yes…we did,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

He wasn’t sure if she was referring to their sex or to how far their love had come. It really didn’t matter at that point. As their naked bodies radiated in the afterglow of shared euphoria, he withdrew his flesh from her and captured her lips in another loving kiss. She remained against the wall, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the midday sun.

They had officially left their mark. Between the sweat that now clung to the walls and the smell of their sex permeating the empty apartment, it was safe to say that they had forged one last fond memory in his first true home.

“I’m going to miss this place even more, now,” Tyler said to her.

“I am too…carpet stains and all,” Lindsey said.

“We’ll make our new place even better,” he said confidently, “hopefully, with fewer stains and plumbing problems.”

“I can’t wait,” his love said with a beaming smile, “but before we unpack our things, let’s make sure the walls are just as sturdy!”

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