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“Role Reversal” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing how some couples engaged in sexy role playing. There are a great many ways to spice up a relationship, no matter what stage it’s at. Role playing is one of the easiest and most flexible. This story should get that point across. Enjoy!

“You looking for a good time, hot stuff? Because I’m all about good times…for a price!”

Gloria “Glory” Pyre chuckled to herself, but tried to take the kinky sight before her seriously. That wasn’t easy because her husband, Brett Pyre, didn’t usually wear a black leather jacket, skin-tight pants, undersized shirts, and enough of hair-care products to open his own salon. He hadn’t worn something that elaborate since their wedding day and even then, he didn’t go so overboard with the aftershave.

She still humored him, though. Pretending to be shy and reserved, she opened the door to the hotel room they’d rented and welcomed him.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Steadman,” she said.

“That’s Studman, ma’am,” he said boldly.

“Right…Mr. Studman,” Glory said, still trying not to laugh. “Please…won’t you come in?”

“That depends. Are you the same Glory who reserved a full hour of my valuable time?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, “and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to not waste a second of it.”

She made it sound like a business arrangement, which was part of the gimmick. Brett, still carrying himself as though he were the hottest thing with two balls in a dick, entered the room, but not before putting the “do not disturb” sign on the door knob.

Glory knew the ritual well. She had gone through it herself many times before. In another life – one that had only ended a few years ago, no less – she had been a high-end escort. She used to be the one to arrive at fancy hotels, wearing elegant dresses and revealing thong underwear, to greet horny clients. She once considered herself as one of the best in the business, having served a diverse range of clients, many of which had deep pockets.

It started as a side-gig that helped pay off her student loan debt, but it turned into something so much more. Glory had always been a sexual person, by nature. However, it was only when she turned it into a marketable skill that she uncovered the breadth of her sexuality. Her time as an escort allowed her to explore sex in a way she never could’ve experienced in her personal life. It came to become one of the most meaningful things she’d ever done.

Part of what made that time in her life so meaningful was standing right before her. The man she’d married had once been a regular client, but not a traditional one, to say the least. In fact, a big part of why she fell in love with him came from her work as an escort and the work he’d done, as well.

“Right down to business,” he said in a low, manly tone of voice, “I like that.”

“My time is precious. I like to make it matter,” Glory replied in a flirtatious tone, “which is why I made it a point to hire the best.”

“Well, you have an eye for quality,” Brett said playfully, “although I have to say…you’re a lot more attractive than most of my clients.”

“Oh I’m sure you say that to all the women who enlist your services.”

“I mean it. I mean, look at you! You’re young, beautiful, and have enough money to afford my time. Why would someone like you need to hire a guy like me?”

He briefly broke character. Those were the words of her husband and not the role he was playing. They were also the words of an aspiring therapist who’d expanded his own skills, thanks to her. How that played out was a big reason why they fell in love, but Glory couldn’t focus on that now. They still had a role to play.

Brett tried to make up for it by snaking his arms around her waist, slipping a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. It maintained the mood, but highlighted and important detail of their elaborate act. However, it was one that Glory had already contemplated long before she pitched the idea.

“It’s funny. Questions like that usually have lousy answers,” she said, taking on a more serious demeanor. “I get it. I’m beautiful. Men and women have been telling me that since I started filling out bras in middle school.”

“And you fill them out well,” Brett commented while admiring the cleavage that her halter top did little to hide.

“That made hooking up so easy,” Glory went on. “I could walk into a room, pick any guy I wanted, and get him in bed by the end of the day…so long as he was straight.”

“You make that sound like a problem.”

“It wasn’t for a long time. I slept with a lot of men. I had a lot of great sex. The problem was…well, it’s more an issue of quality rather than quantity.”

She finally embraced her role a bit. She moved in closer to the handsome man before her, snaking an arm around his neck while trailing her hand over his chest. Even through that fancy shirt he wore, she could feel the toned muscles of his upper body. She already knew those features well, but Glory had felt manly muscles during her time as an escort. What set Brett apart played a big role in them falling in love.

“You see…when a man is with a beautiful woman, they tend to get overly excited,” she said.

“Trust me, I don’t have that problem,” Brett said confidently. “I wouldn’t be Mr. Studman if I didn’t have the stamina.”

“That’s not entirely what I was referring to. Being beautiful has many perks, but when so many men want to sleep with you, they tend to treat it as some sort of fleeting moment…one they have to maximize to the greatest extent. While I can’t honestly blame them, it often leaves me unfulfilled.”

Her tone took on a more sensual undertone. It blurred the line between Gloria and Glory, which happened a lot with her sex life. She had always been a very sexual person, by nature. Sometimes, her persona as an escort did not complement her persona as a horny woman. She did not intend for that to be the case for tonight.

“Ah…I see what you’re getting at,” Brett said.

“I doubt you can understand it, though,” Glory said. “All my life, I’ve been the judge and the prize…sifting through parades of would-be lovers, hoping to find one who can please me. For once, I want to try things from the other side. I want to be the one desperate for sex, seeking the company of a professional whore to satisfy my most basic needs.”

“So you called me…Mr. Studman.”

“Yes,” she affirmed. “I called you, the most expensive gigolo in the tristate area. I’m hoping you’re worth the premium!”

Glory was already getting excited. She actually felt nervous. She hadn’t felt nervous in a sexual situation since high school. She was so used to being the one with all the leverage. For once, that wasn’t the case. It was jarring, but also thrilling in a strange sort of way.

Still in Brett’s muscular arms, she pawed his chest to communicate her desire. There was nothing theatrical about it. There was just the overt gesture of a very horny woman who just wanted sex. She’d been on the other end of that dynamic more times than she could count. She was ready to experience things from the other side.

Brett, having gone to great lengths to prepare for his role, continued to do his part. He settled into a more serious demeanor, taking on the kind of business-like poise that she often did when she served a client. It was unusual, but it still turned her on.

“I see,” Brett said, still speaking in the tone of Mr. Studman. “Well, we gigolos pride ourselves on proving our value. I intend to make this little transaction every bit as successful.”

“Great!” Glory said, sounding like a giddy school girl. “In that case, shall we get down to business?”

“Lead the way, ma’am.”

With growing excitement, she led her handsome “gigolo” from the foyer to the king sized bed in middle of the hotel room. Along the way, she placed an envelope full of money – it was actually monopoly money, but it was close enough – and made sure he saw the full amount. As any competent escort knew, the amount of money in the envelope determined the type of services rendered.

“Here’s what I want,” Glory said, sitting down at the foot of the bed with Brett, “nothing fancy or elaborate…just a good, thorough fuck.”

“Sounds simple enough for Mr. Studman,” Brett said confidently.

“I don’t want it rushed or messy, either. This isn’t my senior prom. This isn’t my honeymoon. I just want a good, professional fuck by someone who knows his way around the female body.”

“That, I can do. I’ve plenty of experience with both!”

“It’s not just experience that matters, here. I’ve been with men who’ve slept with dozens of women, but don’t know the difference between a clitoris and a hangnail. I’ve also been with men who have next to no experience, but still find a way to get me off because they actually put in the effort. What I want…what I need, tonight…is someone who can do both.”

It sounded like she was the one breaking character now. Some of her own issues – many of which pre-dated her time as an escort and her relationship with Brett – echoed through her voice. They sounded like the musings of a woman who could get as much sex as she wanted because of her beauty, but struggled to find true satisfaction.

Brett must have sensed that sentiment in her because he took on a more serious demeanor. That fake bravado he’d shown as Mr. Studman faded. Suddenly, he became more professional. However, he did not have the look of a licensed therapist or her loving husband. He had the look of a skilled gigolo.

“It’s funny. I’ve known many women who’ve told me their wants and needs,” Brett said, gently stroking the side of her face. “Most of them struggle to know the difference between the two.”

“Am I one of them?” Glory asked, already sounding desperate with desire.

“No. You’re not.”

Upon saying those words, he broke their intimate embrace and got up from the bed. Glory remained sitting, watching with curiosity and anticipation as her husband-turned-gigolo stood before her.

Then, like the star attraction at a male strip club, he seductively slipped out of his leather jacket and took off the tight-fitting shirt that barely contained his masculine features. Even in the bland lighting of the hotel room, the sight of his chiseled upper body triggered all sorts of arousing feelings within her. The way he carried himself, knowing he had the features that got a woman’s juices flowing, made Glory gaze up at him with a mix of awe and hunger.

“I’ve got the skills and tools to give you want you want and need,” he told her, “and I’m going to give it to you. You have my word.”

At that moment, the line between her husband and the role he played blurred. She’d heard that tone and that claim before, mostly because she’d said the same thing to her clients as well. He’d been one of them, but the circumstances had been unusual, to say the least. That ended up working out for them, though, and not just because they went onto get married.

“Well,” Glory said, already enchanted by his overt sex appeal, “what are you waiting for, Mr. Studman? Show me how a professional fucks!”

With a coy grin and a determined glint in his eye, Brett provided the service she’d solicited. Unlike her many other sexual encounters, she had no doubts about how it would play out. She was going to get fucked and she was going to get fucked by real stud.

He quickly demonstrated his keen understanding of arousing a woman, leaning in and kissing her hungrily on the lips, allowing her to explore the sinews of his upper body. He must have slathered himself with two bottles of baby oil because his skin was so smooth. It gave him the feel and scent of something polished and refined, which boded well for the fucking they were about to do.

As she pawed his upper body, Brett loosened her clothes. Glory was used to wearing something fancy and sexy during her hotel encounters. Instead, she’d worn the same attire she used to go shopping, which consisted of a T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. It was strange wearing something that wasn’t overly seductive, for once, but that only gave her more incentive to get it off.

“Let’s get you out of these dirty clothes,” Brett whispered into her ear with his deep, masculine tone.

Her inner thighs got 10 degrees hotter on the spot. He couldn’t remove her shirt and jeans fast enough. Once in her bra and panties, he crawled onto the bed with her, taking her by the waist and guiding her to the center.

From there, he lavished her with intimate kissing, touching, and fondling, the likes of which showed both a fondness and an understanding of the female body. It didn’t just heighten her physical arousal. It sent her into a state of pure sexual arousal. She didn’t need to think dirty thoughts or imagine the things that turned her on. Brett, being the professional stud, did that all by himself.

“Oohhh Mr. Studman!” she purred. “You’re making me…so hot and wet.”

“Then, I’m doing my job,” Brett quipped with a grin.

Not losing focus for an instant, he finished stripping her naked. While kissing her neck, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. He didn’t fumble awkwardly like so many men. He also didn’t get overly-distracted at the sight of her large, well-shaped breasts. He still admired them, as any straight man would.

“Such nice, natural breasts,” he commented.

“How do you know they’re natural?” she teased.

“Trust me. I know.”

Glory snickered and purred some more as Brett buried his face in her ample cleavage. She didn’t doubt he knew real breasts from fake breasts and not just because he married her. He’d seen and felt more breasts than most men, even those who considered themselves unapologetic pussy hounds. His reasons for knowing, however, were less crude and indirectly related to how they came together.

As he shoved his face between her breasts, he skillfully slipped his hands down to her waist, gasped the sides of her panties, and slid them down her legs. They had since become wet with arousal. Glory couldn’t remember the last time she got so horny that she soaked her panties. Already, their elaborate role reversal was paying off.

“You weren’t kidding,” Brett said upon tossing her panties aside. “You are one wet, horny woman.”

“Like I said…I want this. I need this,” Glory said intently.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I sweet-talk you into a frenzy and employ my more intimate talents.”

She already knew what that entailed. That didn’t matter. She was still more excited than she’d been since their honeymoon.

He gave her breasts one final squeeze and her lips one final kiss before rising into an upright position. Hovering over her, he looked like a titan of masculinity hovering over her. Glory was so used to being the center of the sexual universe during intimate moments, especially those occurring in hotel rooms. It was pretty jarring to be on the other side…jarring, but exciting.

Still carrying himself with the poise of a professional gigolo, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her legs apart, exposing her dripping-wet pussy to him. She then watched as he licked his lips, eying her inner thighs as though they were his favorite treat. Then, without hesitation or intimidation, he buried himself in her womanhood and began giving her oral sex.

“Ohhh fuck!” Glory gasped. “My pussy…your lips…ooh it feels so good!”

Brett responded with a simple grunt. That was all he needed to say. He was a professional. He knew how to eat a woman out. Like a skilled surgeon, he performed his task to perfection.

It was like getting a perfect massage from the inside out. Glory closed her eyes, grasped her breasts as she often did in blissful states, and arched her back as Brett stimulated her most intimate areas to the utmost. Once again, his knowledge and respect for female anatomy was uncanny. He knew the difference between a clit and a G-spot. He knew where all the right nerves were, including the ones that were hard to reach. He didn’t just get most of them. He got all of them.

It sent her to the brink of orgasm faster than sex act that didn’t involve an overpriced vibrator. She would’ve preferred to test her husband/gigolo’s skills, but the blissful results made that impossible.

“Oh Mr. Studman! I…I’m coming!” she gasped.

“Already?” he said, looking up from her snatch briefly. “We’re off to a good start!”

He remained intently focused as he pumped his fingers into her folds, applying extra pressure to her clit. That got her over the edge with ease. There was no need to fake it or pretend it was more intense than it was. She was having an orgasm…a real, intense orgasm.

With theatrics befitting of a former escort, Glory curled her toes and threw her head back as the ripples of pleasure shot up through her body. Brett kept his hands on her thighs, maintaining his grip on her as she soaked in the ecstasy. She made it a point to be extra vocal, letting out the kind of orgasmic moan that echoed throughout the hotel suite and informed her husband that he was playing his role perfectly.

“You’re very loud when you climax. Is that normal?” he teased, leaning in and caressing her face as she bathed in pleasure.

“That…depends,” Glory said breathlessly.

“On what?”

“On just how dedicated…my lover happens to be.”

As her inner muscles continued throbbing from her release, she opened her eyes and cast her love/gigolo a sexy grin. He smiled back, looking bolder and more determined than ever. Knowing Brett, an overachiever and a show-off, she was already excited by the prospects.

While she caught her breath from her first orgasm, he rose up briefly and took off his pants. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis that must have felt very uncomfortable in those tight pants of his. Even though Glory had seen her husband’s dick, as well as many other dicks during her escorting days, she still marveled at the sight.

“Mr. Studman…so big and hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manly flesh.

“What can I say? Stripping a beautiful woman naked and eating her pussy out makes me horny,” Brett said playfully.

“Spoken like someone who enjoys his work,” she pointed out.

“Part of becoming a pro is enjoying the process. Now, lie back while I demonstrate the extent of my professionalism!”

Just like that – that manly gaze, that confident demeanor, and that beautiful manly body that was now fully exposed – Glory was horny again. She didn’t care that her pussy was still tender after such a quality orgasm. She wanted sex. Moreover, she wanted the sex that only Brett, aka Mr. Studman, could give her.

“Please, Mr. Studman…take me,” Glory told him as she laid back and spread her legs.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “From here on out, you’re getting everything you want and need. I’ll make sure of it!”

From there, a potent mix of intense horniness and determined desire took over. Brett, still focused and dedicated to his role as a gigolo, got on top of her and grabbed hold of her hips. Glory instinctively hooked her legs around his waist, grabbing onto his shoulder and neck as she braced herself for the coming feeling.

Brett didn’t make her wait a nanosecond longer than she had to. As soon as he aligned his body with hers, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid flesh up into her vagina. As soon as his flesh filled her, he began moving their bodies in a smooth, sensual rhythm. A steady surge of raw sexual sensations followed, sending Glory into a sexual frenzy.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” she cried out. “That’s it! This is what I want!”

“And need,” he whispered in a voice so manly she almost came on the spot.

There was nothing fancy or novel about the act. It was sex, her and her husband, humping in a simple missionary position the likes of which they’d done many times before. The act, however, didn’t do justice to the feeling.

As she buried her face in her husband’s neck, listening to him grunt and moan with each hump, Glory soaked in the unique feeling that accompanied the intimate sensations. Having had more sex than most, both in her personal life and during her time as an escort, she was familiar with the many forms that feeling took.

Sometimes, it was just two horny people fucking each other, looking to get off and enjoy themselves. She’d done plenty of that.

Sometimes, it was two people in love wanting to express that love in an intimate, affectionate way. She’d done plenty of that too, especially after she married Brett.

Most of the time, though, sex was a mixed bag. There were times when men just laid her down and fucked her like a pussy with limbs. There were times when men were genuinely considerate, wanting to make love to her and please her as though she were some sort of sex goddess. Both kinds of sex could be enjoyable, but it was rare for it to find a perfect balance between the two.

Then, she met Brett. He understood that balance as much as her. He loved it as much as she did. In that moment, him acting like a professional gigolo and her acting like some horny woman who just wanted to get laid, the power of that balance was on full display.

“Yes! Oohhh Mr. Studman…so good! That feels…so good!” Glory moaned from her intimate daze.

“Oh God…you’re a pro too!” Brett said with a grunt.

As their bodies rocked to the rhythm of his humping motions, he kissed her passionately on the lips. It broke character for a moment, the love of her husband mixing into the sex with a highly-skilled stud. It intensified that uniquely balanced feeling, filling her with a perfect blend of love and lust.

Brett made the most of that feeling, using it to complement his role as a professional gigolo. Using the king-sized bed to their full advantage, he fucked her as thoroughly as any man could fuck a beautiful woman, be it a wife or a whore. He set the tone and pace of the sex, shifting and guiding their bodies through a succession of positions. Again, they kept things simple. She didn’t have to test her flexibility or endurance. She just hung on and enjoyed the ride.

They kept things simple at first, alternating between various forms of missionary. Then, he turned her over a few times and did her doggy style, getting her on her hands and knees for a while. He also bent her over the edge of the bed at one point, daring to have a little fun with their sex. As any successful escort knew, part of being professional was daring to play around at times.

Brett didn’t do all the work, though. On a few times, Glory found herself on top, riding his cock while used those powerful arms of his to supplement her movements. That didn’t just mix things up, sexually. It gave her a chance to really express the desires she’d hoped to explore in their roles. By being the horny client for once, she could be a little reckless with her passions. It was so freeing, being able to ditch the script she’d so often followed with sex.

“Again!” she cried out. “I’m coming again! Oohhh Mr. Studman!”

That became a common refrain throughout the act. Glory had hoped to enjoy multiple orgasms from their kinky little scenario, but she exceeded her own expectations. She hadn’t had so many orgasms in such rapid succession since her best friend’s bachelorette party and that involved vibrators. The fact that Brett – the man she married, who just happened to be very good at playing the role of a gigolo – gave her such pleasure made it all the more meaningful.

Like a true professional and a dedicated husband, he kept fucking her at a steady pace that allowed him to draw it out. That wasn’t just for her pleasure. That was what escorts did in order to maximize the satisfaction of the client. Glory thought she understood that. Now, she appreciated it even more.

“Mr. Studman…what a man! What a stud!” she moaned in her daze.

“You ready…for this stud…to top you off?” he said, his every word echoing with labored grunts.

“Yes!” Glory said without hesitation. “Please…give it to me.”

It must have sounded so daunting. By now, they had worked up quite a sweat. Their naked skin glistened under the light, the sheets beneath them wrinkled and tattered. It must have been strenuous to Brett to hold back for so long. Even though he was capable of popping multiple loads during a single sex act, he held back for her. That was what a professional did. For the final round of their sexy role playing, though, she needed both the stud and her husband.

For the final push, he led her back to the center of the bed. There, he once again demonstrated his masculine strength, lifting her up in his arms and holding her in an upright position. She eagerly went along with it, hooking her legs around his waist and digging the balls of her feet into her lower back. With his knees propped up on the bed and his hands firmly gripping her butt, he steadily bounced her up and down the length of his cock. That position didn’t just help him penetrate her depths at just the right angle. It allowed their eyes to meet for that final moment.

“My stud…my wonderful, handsome stud,” Glory said as he gazed back at her.

“My beautiful, wonderful wife,” Brett said.

Again, he broke character. She was beyond caring at that point, though. Thanks to his uncanny strength and his dedication to satisfying her to the utmost, Brett rocked their bodies in heavy fervor of humping. He was careful and thorough, working his manhood inside her at just the right pace to ensure they climaxed at the same time.

She had no idea how he knew. Glory used to joke with her friends and fellow escorts that simultaneous orgasms were as big a myth as the G-spot. Brett proved her wrong, time and again. At the moment they finally climaxed together, she’d never been so grateful to be so wrong about something sexual.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” they both cried out, almost in perfect harmony.

It would’ve been funny if it didn’t feel so damn good. When it hit, Brett squeezed her ass firmly and buried his face in her breasts, gasping as he released a thick load of his cum into her pussy. At the same time, Glory dug her nails into his shoulders and threw her head back in an act of ecstasy. That extra hot feeling of his juices mixing with hers helped supplement the feeling, providing that special bit of intimacy that she could only share with her husband.

Glory wasn’t sure if what they’d just done counted as irony or kink. A former escort playing the part of a client might have been a simple role reversal on paper, but something about it conjured a unique feeling that encapsulated how far she’d come and how lucky she was to have found a lover like Brett.

“Another…satisfied customer,” he said breathlessly, his head still resting on her breasts.

“Satisfied indeed, Mr. Studman,” Glory said with a grin.

“You can…call me Brett, now.”

“I know. Mr. Studman just sounds better right now.”

He looked up from her breasts and smiled back. They then shared a loving kiss, having broken from their roles and returned to just being a happily married couple.

Their naked bodies finally parted. Still naked and sweaty, they laid back on the bed together, catching their breath and soaking in the afterglow. Glory remained curled up to her husband, his arm still lovingly draped around her. Given their respective backgrounds, she and Brett had come up with all sorts of ways to spice up their sex life. After what they just did, she could safely say she’d found her favorite type of role playing.

“God, I love you,” Glory said.

“I know. I love you too, Gloria,” said Brett.

“I got to say, it’s pretty strange…being on this side of the escorting equation.”

“That, it is,” he admitted. “Then again, we didn’t exactly tweak too many kinks.”

“I know. I mean between a former escort turned therapist and an actor who hired me to research a part…I’d say the details are plenty strange.”

“Guess we just found a way to make those strange kinks work for us.”

“That, we did…Mr. Studman.”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Rebound Romance

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People have mixed opinions about rebound sex, rebound relationships, and pretty much anything involving someone rebounding from a failed romance. Some see it as a crutch or a band-aid. In some cases, it is. I’ve known people who coped with a breakup by hooking up with the first person who smiled at them. I’m not saying it was healthy or unhealthy, but it wasn’t a strong foundation for a relationship.

As flawed as the concept might be at times, I think there’s something deeper to it. I believe that a rebound relationship, or just rebound sex, can foster genuine intimacy. When you break it down, the whole concept only exists because of the human need for intimacy. A breakup can be very painful for some people. I’ve experienced it before. I know that feeling of isolation and heartbreak.

To some extent, those feelings only motivate us even more to seek out new intimacy. Granted, people tend to seek it for the wrong reasons, especially when they’re heartbroken and not thinking straight. That doesn’t make the feelings they experience from that intimacy any less genuine. Human connection is a powerful thing and I think people on the rebound know that better than most.

I believe that kind of connection warrants a place among my Daily Sexy Musings. While it may not foster the kind of epic romance that makes its way into my novels, I believe it can create a unique connection for those who feel vulnerable. Intimacy comes in many forms. Regardless of which ones we glorify in romance, the feeling can be just as powerful.

My heart is broken.

My soul is scarred.

My life is falling apart.

I need something and someone, if only to keep my world intact.

It all happened so fast. One day, I was with someone I loved and cherished. Then, it all came crashing down. It’s still a blur, the shock that became anguish and the anguish that became loneliness. I didn’t know if it would ever stop.

Then, I found you. Whether by fate or chance, our paths crossed. I was in desperate need. I reached out and you embraced me. I was at my worst, but you saw what I could be. You took a chance on me and I wanted it to feel worthwhile. Anyone else could put in the effort, but only I had the incentive.

At my weakest, you made me feel strong again.

At my lowest, you helped me rise.

At my saddest, you made me smile.

At the end of one love, you gave me hope for another.

I try not to think or overthink. Everything is still so raw. Nothing beyond the next sunrise is certain. Everything still feels tentative and fleeting, but I don’t want to let go. Moreover, I want to give you a reason to hold on with me.

Alone, I could only ever lament. That’s not what I need or want. I’ve shed my tears and swallowed my lumps. I’m ready to pick up the pieces of my heart and soul. I could do it alone, but I’d rather not. I’d rather have someone like you.

Together, we can build a new love.

Together, a loss feels like a gain.

Together, a broken heart feels like a temporary wound.

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“Weekly Relief” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after reading some stories about online dating and how future services will help us find our match. I consider this a thought experiment, of sorts, into just how good those services could be in the future and just how much it can help our sex lives. Enjoy!

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”

Upon entering the locker room, she quickly located an unused locker and got undressed. Still wearing the uniform she’d worn to private school she worked at, it felt good to get it off. She’d come at a good time, as well. There were only a handful of other women in the locker room. She’d been there when it was bustling with at least two dozen women. Given the nature of what went on at “public access facilities,” it could get pretty hectic.

Olivia preferred to avoid that kind of chaos, especially after the week she’d endured. Everyone came to such facilities for a certain kind of relief, but she needed it more than most.

“Between spring orientation and night classes, I think I’ve managed well,” she said as she folded her uniform and underwear. “There’s always room for improvement, though. This is just the most basic.”

Smiling to herself, Olivia moved with more urgency than usual. Upon storing her clothes, she closed the locker and secured it. She then made her way out to the staging area, as everyone called it. She didn’t even bother getting a towel or robe, as many women preferred. Some women preferred to maintain some level of modesty while getting relief. Others didn’t. Olivia had never been that modest about her body so she usually didn’t bother.

Along the way, she passed by a few other women. Most were naked with only one opting to wear a towel. They weren’t in any hurry, chatting and lofting about as many often did before an appointment. Olivia, being more impatient than usual, went ahead and cut in front of them.

“Hey! Take it easy there,” an older woman said. “It’s not a fucking race.”

“Speak for yourself,” Olivia quipped, “and be careful with your choice of words.”

“Ooh! After that, she deserves to cut ahead,” another woman said with a laugh.

“Oh grow up,” the older woman groaned. “You don’t know how good you have it, getting a service like this straight from the government. You would’ve gone nuts if you’d had to get it the old fashioned way.”

“Which is why nostalgia is overrated,” Olivia said, now walking faster. “You ladies can take your time. I’ve got too many needs and too little patience!”

She managed to get away before the other women could berate her more. That wasn’t the first time someone remarked at how good young women like her had it. Her grandmother mentioned that every time she visited, telling stories about a world where a young woman like her couldn’t get the kind of relief she sought with such regular ease.

Olivia didn’t care for those stories, nor did she care to think about how hard it would’ve been in years past. Her primary focus was on the present. Being naked had already sent her body plenty of telling signals. She could already feel some of them manifesting between her legs. It knew that relief was near.

Upon getting to the front of the line, which had been very short, Olivia entered the staging area. From there, she accessed a small tablet computer mounted at a kiosk. She entered her name, as she’d done many times before, and opened the private profile that she’d since refined to the utmost.

“No need for something fancy this time,” she said. “Just find me someone who can get the job done.”

Her fingers moved quickly as she entered the necessary parameters. After entering her biometrics, which included a fingerprint and eye-scan, the computer processed her data. Within a few seconds, it gave her the message she’d been hoping for.

“Match secure and determined,” the computer said in a robotic voice. “Your partner is located in room 3C.”

“Thank you Intimate Data Net,” Olivia said as she exited the staging area. “What would any of us do without you?”

That was a rhetorical question for most people her age. Few outside the elderly knew what life was like before the Intimate Data Net – or IDN, as most called it. From birth, they fed it data about themselves. Beyond their wants, hopes, and desires, they gave it everything from DNA samples to detailed brain scans. It allowed the government-maintained census network to both protect their identity as citizens and provide them with customized services.

Olivia had come to appreciate those services more than most and not just because she worked for a school that catered to all sorts of patrons. She’d learned at an early age that when it came to fulfilling certain needs, such services were critical.

“3C…3C…where is it?” she wondered as she navigated the facility.

Moving with urgency, Olivia made her way through a series of hallways that fed into the central portion of the building. The place was pretty big, but easy to navigate. It was no different than a hotel or office, consisting of several levels lined with numbered rooms. There were windows along the way, but they were all blacked out for obvious reasons. Given how most people walked through the halls bare-ass naked, it made sense.

Olivia didn’t care, though. She’d never been shy about nudity. Most people her age weren’t. She really didn’t understand why some people made such a big deal of it. Then again, those same people might just not know or appreciate the value of getting such critical, personalized service.

With every step she took, the heat between her legs intensified. The air around felt so hot. The building often kept the temperature high – likely, another byproduct of having so many naked people running around. However, the heat she felt had nothing to do with the ventilation. The relief she sought kept getting more urgent. Olivia could already feel her naked skin breaking out into a light sweat.

She practically running by the time she reached the south wing of the building. After ascending a flight of stairs and passing through a couple corridors, she finally located her destination.

“There it is! Room 3C,” she said. “I hope he didn’t start without me.”

Grinning in anticipation, Olivia opened the door and entered the room. Just as she’d hoped, the partner that the IDN had matched her with was already there and once again, the system’s ability to serve personal needs astonished her.

Through whatever data mining and intimate analysis it utilized, it somehow found her a very attractive man with which she could fulfill those needs. He was about as tall as her, having messy dark hair, tanned skin, and an athletic build. Like her, he was completely naked. He made no effort to hide his physique or the generous endowment hanging between his legs, either. If his semi-aroused state were any indication, he was just as anxious as her.

“Hello, ma’am! You must be my match today,” he said. “I’m Patrick Gunther.”

“Olivia June,” she greeted. “It’s always a pleasure to meet my match…and then some.”

“Well said,” he chuckled. “I’m hoping the IDN was extra thorough this time. Just so you know, I’ve been really tense this past week.”

“Guess the IDN definitely did its job because that makes two of us!”

Olivia opted to skip the small talk that often coincided with other matches. She closed the door behind her, walked up to him, and readily embraced him in her arms, letting her naked body press up against his.

The grin on his face widened and the manly flesh between his legs stiffened. He didn’t waste time feeling her up, either. As soon as her breasts made contact with his chest, he grabbed hold of her butt and gave it a firm squeeze, communicating a desire that Olivia already knew they shared.

“A nice, handsome man…some strong, muscular arms…and a big, throbbing dick to go with it,” Olivia said with a purr. “It’s just what I need!”

“You and me both, Ms. June,” Patrick said, “except I need a firm butt, big tits, and a tight pussy.”

“Then, I guess we can help each other.”

Olivia playfully teased him, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him an intimate kiss on the lips. Patrick eagerly kissed back, throwing in a little tongue while squeezing her butt.

He might have been a total stranger, but kissing him felt like kissing a man she’d been with for years. That was the power of the IDN. It could match people so thoroughly that they could walk into a room naked, greet each other, and kiss as though they were long-lost lovers. That feeling, alone, was an exhilarating experience that filled some aspects of her needs. However, others required a more direct approach.

“So,” Olivia said upon breaking the kiss, “your profile said you love oral, both giving and receiving.”

“That, I do,” Patrick said proudly. “Few things make my day more than getting my dick sucked while I gorge on a wet, willing pussy.”

“Then, we’re already halfway there,” she said curtly. “You probably saw this on my profile too, but I like it a little rough. Don’t be too gentle with me. Once that dick is in me, go to down and rock my world!”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a grin. “Want to start with a little shared oral?”

“Gladly!”

Olivia gave her match a grin of her own before following him to the bed in the corner of the room. Like most other rooms in the building, there wasn’t much in terms of furniture. The room was basically a dorm with one queen-sized bed, some night-stands full with personalized accessories, and a bathroom. Some rooms had more elaborate features for those with more elaborate needs. For her and Patrick, though, they didn’t need much beyond the basics.

Already laughing and exchanging intimate gestures, Olivia got onto the bed with Patrick. Some brief foreplay followed, consisting mostly of some deep kissing and intimate touching. He squeezed her butt and fondled her breasts. She trailed her fingers over the sinews of his chest while rubbing her thigh against his cock, which helped get him fully erect.

Olivia usually enjoyed drawing out the foreplay, but she was too horny and too impatient. Her pussy was already aching for more stimulation. Patrick had already proved he knew how to use those lips of his. She was eager to test those skills.

“Mind if I be on top?” Olivia asked.

“By all means, Ms. June,” Patrick replied in an overly-polite tone.

“We’re about to lick each other’s genitals and have sex, Patrick. You can skip the formalities, Patrick.” she joked.

“I could, but I’d rather not. It’s just the kind of guy I am.”

Olivia laughed and so did he. She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or cute. Most men didn’t get too playful during a match. They were usually focused on sating their needs. As someone who often adopted the same approach, she found it refreshing.

That gave her some extra incentive as they coordinated their bodies. Patrick maneuvered into the center of the bed and laid down on his back. Olivia then got on top of him, aligning her pussy with his face while she hovered right over his erect penis. It was a perfect 69 position, an underrated sex act that she didn’t often get to explore.

“Wow! Your pussy is pretty wet,” Patrick commented. “You might need this as much as I do.”

Might need?” she teased.

“Well, there’s one obvious way to find out.”

As if to prove the extent of his lust, Patrick went to work and hungrily gorged on her pussy. He wasn’t subtle about it, either. Using both hands with surprising skill, lightly spreading her folds so that he could probe her depths with his tongue. Almost immediately, Olivia felt the effects and the pleasure that came with it.

“Ooh!” she purred. “Patrick…I like your ways!”

The competitive part of her kicked in, compounding her own burning lust. Following Patrick’s example, Olivia skipped the teasing and began demonstrating her own oral talents.

She gripped the base of his cock with both hands, giving it a few strokes before taking almost his entire length into her mouth. She heard him grunt in response. That must have been his way of showing that he was impressed by how she’d mastered her gag reflex. That, or his voice was muffled by her pussy. Either way, she got the message.

“Mmm…I bet you like my ways too,” Olivia said seductively as she licked along his length.

Patrick didn’t tear himself away from her pussy, his lips and tongue still buried in her folds. He was already flooding her with hot sensations. She worked to catch up, sucking and stroking his member with a sexual hunger she’d usually reserved for her personal life. Before long, there was no banter or teasing. There was only the moans, grunts, and slurping noises associated with oral sex.

It quickly became a race to greater ecstasy, him skillfully eating out her pussy while she skillfully sucked his dick. He showed both a knowledge and a fondness for female anatomy, really getting in deep and stimulating those extra-sensitive areas that made Olivia shudder with bliss. It put her on the fast-track to orgasm. Even for an IDN match, it was pretty remarkable.

She tried to return the favor by showing how much she loved the taste of a good cock, licking and slurping along his rigid length as though it were her favorite treat. The feeling of his hard, throbbing man-flesh around her lips was so intimate and hot. She’d never hid her fondness of that taste, but no one had given her so much incentive to savor it. Patrick just had that effect on her, going above and beyond that of most matches.

As much as she tried to keep up, though, her intense desire for a release proved too great. All that stimulation within her most sensitive areas sent her to the brink of ecstasy. Race or no race, her needs converged with the wonders of female biology.

“Ohhh Patrick!” she gasped, having to cease her oral sex as her climax approached. “I’m going to…going to…come!”

“Already?” he said. “Guess we just found out.”

He kept the stimulation coming, using his fingers and tongue to carry her over the edge and into the sea of euphoria that awaited. In that moment, the relief she sought manifested in an intense, tangible feeling.

The feeling washed over her like a wave at the beach on a hot summer day. Surges of heat and pleasure ripped through her body, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch. Her pussy throbbed in accord with each wave, like a drum beat to the euphoria. Olivia wasn’t usually that animated during orgasm, but she gladly made an exception.

Patrick didn’t seem to mind, though. He didn’t mind licking up her feminine juices, either. He really did love oral sex. She shouldn’t have been too surprised, given what his profile revealed through the IDN. It still didn’t do justice to the feeling he gave her.

“That was just what I needed…almost,” Olivia said breathlessly, her mind still swimming in bliss.

“Almost?” Patrick questioned.

“Of course,” she said seductively. “You didn’t think…it would be that easy, did you?”

Following her lingering desires, Olivia rose up off him and crawled to the edge of the bed, remaining on all fours so that he had a perfect view of her butt and her still-dripping pussy. She then playfully twerked her hips, as if to invite him in for more pleasure.

“You’ve proven you love oral,” Olivia said. “Now prove you love pumping a pussy with your cock.”

“You really want me to prove that?” he asked curly.

“Among other things,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m better with my pussy than I am with my lips!”

“Is that a tease or a dare?”

“Well, like you said, there’s one obvious way to find out,” she said, mirroring his words and tone from earlier.

Patrick didn’t need any further convincing. Still wielding a rock-hard dick and plenty of unmet needs of his own, he shot up from the bed and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the intensity of his lust in the way he grabbed her by the waist, aligned her butt with his pelvis, and guided his dick to her pussy. Like a thirsty animal approaching a crystal-clear stream, he craved relief every bit as much as her.

“That’s it,” Olivia said, goading him with her tone and gaze. “Do it! Fuck me as much as you need…and then some.”

“And then some…right,” Patrick said with a manly grin.

He must have taken that as a dare because as soon as he entered her, Olivia’s world started rocking. It started with a single hard thrust, his rigid manhood plunging into her vagina, which was moist from her orgasm. Their flesh united so seamlessly, once again reflecting how well the IDN had matched them. From there, an outburst of lust, desire, and humping followed.

“Oohhh yeah!” Patrick moaned. “You…you’re right! Your pussy…so hot and tight!”

“That’s it! Do it harder! Fuck me harder!” Olivia urged. “Let me give you want you need!”

He eagerly accepted her invitation, tightening his grip on her hips as he intensified the rhythm. Freed from restraint, Patrick unleashed the full breadth of his lust, pumping his cock into her with reckless abandon. His every moan and grunt echoed with the savory bliss of a man fulfilling his most fundamental desires.

Olivia loved hearing those grunts, especially from a man who’d just given her an orgasm. The bed shook as their bodies moved in a heated outburst of sexual energy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the room, along with a steady stream of grunts and moans. She just held onto the edge of the bed, bucking her hips and tensing her inner muscles with each thrust. With every movement came raw, chaotic sensations of ecstasy.

It was not the tender, affectionate brand of sex. There was a time and place for that sort of thing. Neither she nor Patrick were in that frame of mind. They knew what they needed and the IDN matched them with each other to meet those needs. It was a beautiful, blissful thing.

“This is it,” Olivia said within her lustful daze, “this feeling…coming together…this is why it’s so important.”

Closing her eyes and smiling like a drunk, she let out an extra-loud string of moans that further encouraged Patrick. As he kept fucking her, he shifted his grip to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as the bed shook harder. It further supplemented the sensations, sending her to the brink of another orgasm. She wasn’t as vocal about it before, but she couldn’t exactly hide it when her body shuddered once more from the pleasure.

“You came again, didn’t you?” Patrick said into her ear. “That’s good. The more my lady comes…the harder I come!”

Like a man on a mission, he stepped up the pace of their sex. He withdrew from her briefly, turned her over, and laid her down on her back, hitching her legs over his shoulders in the process. From there, he entered her again and resumed his heated humping, now really putting his legs and back into it. Olivia, her body already swimming in a sea of bliss, just clung to the bed sheets and held on for the ride.

It was like pent up steam, unleashed after being pent up and contained for too long. It shouldn’t have felt that long. She’d been at the same facility a week ago where the IDN matched her with another man who’d given her simple, unrushed sex. Most of the time, it was enough. Sometimes, she needed more. On rare, special occasions, though, her match went above and beyond.

“You feel that, Ms. June? I’m close…real close!” Patrick seethed, his eyes now locked on hers. “Hold on! I’m going to…let it all out!”

“Yes, Patrick! Do it…let it out…inside me!” Olivia moaned through heavy panting.

She watched as the handsome man’s face tensed in anticipation of his release. She urged him on with her seductive gaze, encouraging him to satisfy all those burning desires and then some.

Their naked bodies – now glistening with sweat, a natural byproduct of such heated sex – moved together in one last sprint towards the finish. Olivia supplemented his every thrust, shifting her body in accord with the intimate rhythm. That helped guide Patrick to the brink and beyond, finally achieving that badly-needed release.

“Ohhh I’m coming!” he exclaimed.

It was like the finale to a fireworks show, watching the determined man on top of her throw his head back and let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph. She admired every second of it while enjoying the extra feelings that came with it.

Olivia purred softly as she felt his manly fluids mix with her feminine juices. His member tensed within her inner folds, her inner muscles contracting hard as he released his load. She loved that hot, intimate feeling of a man’s cum filling her pussy. There was something about it that just made the feeling more satisfying.

Some older woman still thought that was weird, though. Olivia didn’t understand that. It wasn’t like every woman her age didn’t have a customizable implant that gave them total control over their fertility. She’d heard a few horror stories about the old days for when women had to rely on less effective methods, but that was the past. She wanted to enjoy the present.

With Patrick, there was plenty to enjoy and she made sure he got his share. She lingered with him, their naked bodies entwined as they caught their breath. When the orgasmic process concluded, Patrick cast her an affectionate grin.

“We…really needed that,” he told her.

“Yeah…we did,” Olivia said, smiling back.

“I’m still not sure who needed it more, though.”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell no!”

They shared a good laugh and an affectionate kiss. After their lips parted, Patrick withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Olivia remained on her back, feeling so relaxed and refreshed she was practically glowing. It was just the kind of fulfillment she’d sought. She shuddered to think how she’d keep her sanity without that feeling.

“You know, it’s times like this I feel grateful,” she said as she curled up to her equally-satisfied match.

“Tell me about it,” Patrick said with a content sigh. “Good sex is good for the mind, body, and everything in between!”

“I totally agree, but it’s not just that. I mean…we live in a world where there are places like this,” she went on, “simple, well-run facilities where the IDN can connect us with the people who can fulfill our most basic needs.”

“It sure as hell beats trying to find those people on our own. Makes me feel bad for my grandparents. I can’t imagine how they managed without it.”

“They did, but we don’t have to,” Olivia said, “and that makes it even more satisfying. We’ve got networks that can connect us with people who can satisfy us, places where we can meet, and nobody getting in our way of pursuing our desires.”

“What a world, huh?

“What a world, indeed. I don’t know what it was like before we could just walk into a building, enter our data, and get the great, satisfying sex that we need, but I’m so glad it’s a thing of the past!”

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Daily Sexy Musing: On Beautiful Butts

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The human body is sexy. Most people don’t deny that. To some extent, it has to be sexy. How else could the human race become the most dominant species on this planet? It’s not enough to be cunning, coordinated, and adaptable to all sorts of changing conditions. We need to be sexy so we can propagate and thrive.

While everyone has their own particular tastes and kinks to what they find sexy, some parts of the human body contain an almost universal sex appeal. Chief among those parts is the human buttocks. Now, I’m not going to break out into song and sing an elaborate ode to sexy butts everywhere. I’ll leave that to the likes of Nicki Minaj and Sir Mix-A-Lot. I still want to celebrate that unique sexiness.

Unlike female breasts, a sexy butt is gender neutral. We all have one and while the nature of the sex appeal differs with gender, the sexy logistics are the same. A nice butt in a woman accentuates feminine sex appeal. A nice butt in a man complements masculine prowess. When properly applied, it can bring out all sorts of sexiness among lovers.

Whether it’s for a one night stand or between spouses who’ve been married for several decades, a simple glimpse at a strong butt can lead to something sexy. It’s part of why I’m so descriptive in my novels and sexy short stories. This Daily Sexy Musing is just my way of acknowledging the power that a sexy butt can exude. Enjoy!

You bend over.

I lean in.

That’s all it takes.

Whether by accident or intent, you show off what gets my heart racing and my loins going. Suddenly, everything else around me is muted. I don’t notice where we are, what we’re doing, or why we’re doing it. My sole focus is on you and your amazing butt.

It begins as something primal. I notice one of your features that I like. It appeals to the animal within, but it acts as the first step to something deeper. In a great butt, I don’t just see a potential lover. I see someone who takes care of themselves. In you, I envision us caring for each other and not just intimately.

So round and firm, it exudes a sexy strength.

So smooth and sensual, it conveys a sexy aura.

So beautiful and grand, it evokes a great passion.

Excited, I lean in as well. I whisper into your ear and offer my loving touch. You respond in kind. Whether your actions were on purpose no longer matters. You sent a message. I received it. Now, we act on it.

You guide my hands to your butt.

I guide yours to mine.

Together, we caress and fondle.

The worlds around us becomes an afterthought. What begins as simple allure transforms into full-blown desire. Like beacons of passion, your butt summons me. Without hesitation, I answer the call. From there, we follow it together.

From a simple motion, our bodies draw us together.

From a primal lust, we respond with targeted touching.

From a greater feeling, we forge a heated love.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Lying In Bed Together

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There’s this popular, but not entirely flawed notion that sexy moments have to involve heavy exertion. If you’re not putting in effort, working up a sweat, or pushing yourself alongside your lover, then the sexiness of the moment is limited. Given the content of the novels and sexy short stories I’ve written, I can totally appreciate that sentiment.

However, not every sexy moment has to be a test of endurance. It is possible to create an intensely intimate moment just by lying in bed with someone. It doesn’t have to involve a kinky sex act. It doesn’t even have to involve heavy petting or an extensive journey into one another’s anatomy. Sometimes, just lying next to someone is all the intimacy you need.

I can personally attest to this. When I was with my ex-girlfriend, some of the most passionate moments we shared involved just lying together in bed, on a couch, or even on the floor. Whether we were resting or watching a movie together, the feeling of just feeling the warmth of someone else’s body was special to us.

There’s a time and a place for elaborate, intense, and energetic forms of intimacy. The same applies to the simple act of lying in bed with your lover. I feel like that experience deserves more appreciation than it gets. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of showing just how great that experience can be. Enjoy!

The air is still.

The room is silent.

The world around us is an afterthought.

Right now, we’re just two lovers in bed, resting and relaxing in each other’s warmth.

On this same bed, we’ve shared many moments of heated passion. There have been times when the room shakes, our bodies tremble, and the echo with our voices reverberate from the walls. There are many acts we’ve shared, evoking grunts and sweats that test our resolve. Those are all cherished memories, but so are moments like this.

There’s no need for intense effort.

There’s no need for elaborate gestures.

Just lying next to you, your body within close reach, is sufficient.

The lives we live and share are so tiring. Every day of every week brings new challenges. Somewhere along the line, we must find time to celebrate our love. Just being nearby isn’t enough. Even being close only goes so far. There’s a need for intimacy, connection, and the warm sensations that come with loving touch.

There are many ways to meet those needs. Good lovers find creative ways, but great lovers know the tricks of the trade. They know the simple gestures that convey that loving touch. They can create an act of intimacy with little spectacle, yet immense passion. It requires a great deal of work, but incurs great rewards in the long run.

From romantic pursuit to loving bliss.

From heated moments to peaceful nights.

From epic journeys to ultimate goals.

Lying in bed next to you, exchanging a light touch and a simple gesture, I know how far our love has come. I see in you the lover I worked so hard to pursue and the lover who so gladly shares their life with mine.

We can make love when we want to.

We can seek love when we need to.

For now, we’re content to just lie together and enjoy the love we have.

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“The Promotion” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about getting ahead in your career and celebrating it in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“A new day, a new office, and a big promotion,” said Jonathan Zander with a beaming smile. “I’ve earned this!”

It was the culmination of a decade of toil. After working so hard for the most prominent investment firm in the state, he had achieved something that had once seemed impossible. He started as an intern, getting people coffee, printing out presentations, and organizing meetings for low pay and no overtime. Now, he was a full-fledged executive director, complete with a yearly bonus, his own parking spot, and a private office.

It might not have been the biggest office in the building, but it was still a major step up from the cramped cubical he’d worked in as an intern. It had once belonged to his supervisor, who had mentored him for the past seven years. He had since retired and was instrumental in helping Jonathan get the promotion. The office had been empty for over a month, but he intended to make it distinctly his.

“I’ll put my diploma over there,” Jonathan said to himself, pointing out blank spaces on the wall, “and that picture of me and my dad at the Super Bowl will go there. I can maybe get some artwork from my sister if she has any, but I can just as easily get some from that convention next week. And this time, I’ll actually be able to afford it!”

He kept on smiling, even as he set his box of personal effects on the large mahogany desk. He was still getting used to the idea of not being underpaid. He’d spent the last decade paying down his student loan debts and living frugally in rented apartments with unreliable roommates. That was about to change. Jonathan already planned to move into his own place by the end of the month. That was just the beginning.

“With a fat bonus comes a new suite, better furniture, and maybe even a new car at some point,” Jonathan said to himself, his mind still racing from all the exciting possibilities. “It will be nice to actually drive to work in something that isn’t 12 years old and bought at a discount from my grandfather.”

He’d worked so hard to find success doing what he loved. He intended to enjoy the hell out of it.

As an executive, there was no dead end to his job. Jonathan was no longer just some replaceable office grunt. He had influence, authority, and flexibility. He could help direct the company forward and reap the inevitable rewards. That was what he had wanted after seeing his father toil with the post office for decades. He sought more and he was willing to work for it.

There would be plenty of time for that later on, though. At the moment, it was Friday evening and most of the staff had already left for the day. Jonathan was tempted to join them, but opted to get a head start on setting up his new work space. He was too excited to just go home and wait for the next phase of his career to begin. Looking out his window, which had an awesome view of the park space just outside the building, he marveled at how far he had come.

“All that hard work…the late nights, the impossible deadlines, and the coffee enemas…I did way more than I thought I could do,” Jonathan mused. “My dad told me that hard work can’t just be for the sake of working. It has to be for something greater. Guess it’s up to me to figure out how great it’ll be.”

That was still the most daunting prospect of his new job. Jonathan had spent so much time working for others. The idea that others would work for him in the name of his vision for the company still hadn’t sunk in. He had to adjust quickly because there was plenty more he hoped to achieve.

“Excuse me, Mr. Zander?” said an unexpected female voice. “Do you have a moment?”

Jonathan turned around to see a young woman standing in the doorway to his new office. She looked like one of those cute secretaries the old CEO loved to hire, complete with a low-cut skirt, polished heels, and a blouse that seemed a size too small. Never one to turn away from a pretty girl, he welcomed her in.

“Sure,” he said to her. “Come on in. Are you one of Sheila Grant’s new assistance in HR?”

“No. I’m actually a…well, I guess you could call me an office temp,” she said coyly.

“Oh? What kind of temp?”

“The kind your old boss hired for the sole purpose of celebrating your promotion,” she told him.

Jonathan was taken aback, somewhat. He recognized the undertone in that woman’s voice. He had been to his share of bachelor parties to know what it implied. Upon seeing the woman close the door to his office behind her and lock it, he began filling in the blanks.

It seemed outrageous. He’d heard rumors about certain people hiring strippers and prostitutes for executives, but Jonathan thought they were just perverse water cooler talk. Now that he was an executive, though, those rumors took on a very different meaning.

“My name is Daisy,” the woman continued. “I guess you could call me a ‘personal motivator.’ I specialize in helping aspiring executives stay driven, so to speak.”

“That sounds…useful,” Jonathan said, not acknowledging the overt innuendo in her tone. “How exactly do you go about that?”

The young woman casually walked over to him, revealing in the process that the top part of her blouse was already unbuttoned, exposing her ample cleavage. It was, by no means, appropriate office attire. However, Jonathan felt little inclination to report her to HR. If anything, he had a feeling that his old supervisor had circumvented HR.

The way she walked did not imply that she had come directly from business school. The way she swayed her hips and glared at him with seductive eyes made it seem like she’d come right from a strip club. Knowing as that there was a strip club less than four blocks from the office, the possibilities were plenty feasible.

When she reached him, she stood so close that her ample breasts actually touched his chest. He could already smell the makeup, eye-liner, and high-end lipstick. Still standing by the window, Jonathan didn’t move in inch in any direction.

“I could spend the next half-hour explaining my unique talents,” Daisy told him, skillfully snaking her arms around his neck, “or I could just show you.”

“That might be optimal,” Jonathan said, already sounding like an executive. “In my experience, people learn by doing and not listening.”

“I couldn’t agree more. That’s why I think you’ll love my technique!”

The attractive young woman ditched the innuendo from that point and lured him into a kiss. As soon as her lips touched his, he was intoxicated by the intensely sensual taste. It was like tasting literal success, so sweet and rewarding. Whether or not Daisy was the literal manifestation of his success was a matter of perspective…one that he did not care to rationalize at the moment.

Kissing her did more than just affirm his success. It got all the blood in his body flowing in a certain direction. That reminded him that he was a healthy heterosexual man who hadn’t had time for a relationship. His work made finding love – or meaningless sex, for that matter – a challenge subject to serious time constraints. Having not known the intimate touch of a woman for a while, it was nothing short of refreshing.

“Mmm…I like it already!” Jonathan said after their lips parted.

“Oh I’m just getting started, Mr. Zander,” Daisy said, sounding sexy, yet serious. “Have a seat. The real presentation is about to begin!”

She kissed him again, snaking her arms around his neck in the process. He boldly returned the gesture, slipping his hands around her waist and feeling up her womanly curves over that not-so-modest dress of hers. As he felt her up, she guided him away from the window and towards his new desk. Jonathan offered no resistance, going along with Daisy’s unusual technique.

He soon found himself sitting on the edge of his desk, his legs dangling over as the young woman stood in front of him. His hands still on her waist, he could already feel his pants tightening. Daisy even seemed to realize that and grazed her thigh up against the growing bulge.

“Hold still,” she said upon breaking the kiss again. “This office getup is feeling very itchy.”

Then, her seductive gaze never once diverting from him, Daisy began taking off her clothes. She didn’t do it casually, either. She was slow and sensual, strategically unbuttoning her blouse so that he could watch her breasts steadily tumble out. She was just as subtle when she unzipped the back of her skirt, turned around, and casually slid it off down her thighs, revealing a red G-string thong that perfectly augmented her shapely butt.

It confirmed what Jonathan had suspected. She was a stripper, most likely one that his old boss had hired before for other executives. Given how comfortable she was stripping in a stranger’s office, Jonathan surmised she had done it before and gotten it down to a system.

“Well, that’s one way to deal with uncomfortable office clothes,” he joked.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Casual-Friday,” Daisy teased while feeling up the in-seam of his custom-made suit.

“It’s not that bad,” he said, “although it does get a little confining when it’s this hot.”

“Well, in that case, why don’t I help with that?”

Jonathan didn’t say a word. He just cast her a goofy grin, which told her everything he needed to tell her. Looking quite comfortable in her bra and thong underwear, Daisy went to work undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling them down to his ankles, boxers and all.

His semi-erect manhood freed, Jonathan already felt a light sweat forming on his forehead. As Daisy narrowed her gaze on his lower anatomy, he quickly undid his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“Oh my,” she said playfully. “You keep that confined in those tight pants all day? You have earned this promotion!”

“I like to think that’s one of the reasons I’ve earned it,” he quipped.

“Well, it looks like it needs some professional attention. Lean back a bit and I’ll get the job done.”

“I look forward to seeing you demonstrate your skills.”

They both laughed at their shared tone. It resembled that of an executive and an assistant in a serious business meeting. It would’ve been cheesy if Jonathan didn’t enjoy it so much. He even found it extra arousing, although that might have just been a byproduct of not having sex for so long.

That wait was almost over, though. As he fumbled to get his shirt off, Daisy dropped to her knees and began giving him oral sex. She made it clear from the beginning, though, that she was a true pro.

“Oohhh, Ms. Daisy!” Jonathan moaned. “Your skills…they’re amazing!”

The beautiful woman glanced up at him, showing an eagerness and motivation that any executive could respect. She wanted his approval, just as he had wanted approval from his former boss and she really worked for it.

She was so thorough, grasping the base of his shaft with one hand while stroking the shaft with the other. She carefully, but fervently worked her lips along the length of his dick, using her tongue to stimulate all those sensitive areas. It felt so good, sending shudders of bliss coursing through his body.

Jonathan had barely managed to get his shirt off, now leaning back on his desk as he soaked in the feeling. He watched her work with such dedication. At one point, she released her grip on the base of his shaft and used it to undo her bra.

“Looks like I’ll need more advanced techniques,” Daisy said intently.

He just grinned back at her in approval, watching as those voluptuous breasts of hers hung free. He couldn’t tell whether they were real. He didn’t really care, though. Daisy showed that she knew how to use them, positioning his dick right between her fleshy mounds and using them to initiate a full-fledged tit-fuck.

“Ohhh yeah!” Jonathan moaned. “That feels…so advanced.”

“Like I said…I’m a professional,” Daisy said seductively.

Up and down, his manhood slid smoothly between her breasts. He still couldn’t determine whether they were natural or fake. He honestly couldn’t care less.

Blissful moans soon morphed into labored grunts. His dick went from just erect to rock hard. Daisy certainly took notice. She even seemed to take pride in it, being able to get a man that aroused with her tits and mouth. It was the mark of a true professional, which seemed quite fitting, given the circumstances.

“Wow! Talk about hard work paying off,” Daisy said.

“Hard…that’s for sure,” said Jonathan, already breathless.

“You worked just as hard to get here, Mr. Zander. Hard work should be rewarded. That’s what I intended to give you.”

“You mean you haven’t already?”

“Are you kidding? That was just the appetizer. Now, it’s time for the main course!”

With a lurid tone in her voice and a seductive glint in her eye, Daisy rose back to her feet and kicked off her heels. She then turned around, showing him that perfect ass of hers again, and slid off her thong.

Jonathan’s mouth watered at the sight of her butt and pussy. He even noticed that she was aroused, a sign that she was among the lucky few in the world who actually enjoyed her job. That didn’t just give them something in common. It put them on the same page.

“Tell me, Mr. Zander,” said Daisy, turning around and showing him all her naked glory. “How do you want to celebrate your promotion?”

“If I had to choose,” Jonathan said, already enchanted by the sight, “I’d pick you up in my arms, set you down on my fancy new desk, and fuck you until I came all over your tits.”

“Is that so?” she said curly. “Well, you’re in luck. That just happens to be my kind of celebrating!”

Now, it was Jonathan’s turn to grin playfully. Throwing aside his dress shirt and kicking off his overpriced shoes, the newly-minted executive got off the desk and seized the moment in the name of celebrating his success.

He slipped his arms around Daisy, savoring the feeling of her naked skin pressing up against his, and kissed her intently. She eagerly kissed back, jumping up into his arms and throwing her legs around his waist. He instinctively caught her, which also gave him a perfect grip on her butt. It left him feeling empowered, the flesh of a naked woman pressing meshing with his. Jonathan longed to exercise that power, celebrating the promotion that he worked so hard to earn.

As their lips and tongues twirled in their lustful embrace, he set her down on the polished desk in the exact position he’d been in moments ago. Daisy kept her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he positioned himself in front of her, aligning his dick with her wet entrance.

“You ready?” he asked her, his every word radiating with lust.

“Let the celebrating begin!” Daisy proclaimed.

Heeding her words, Jonathan grabbed hold of her waist and thrust his hips forward, driving his throbbing cock into her. In an instant, he felt the hot warmth of womanly flesh surrounding his manhood. The process was so smooth, his arousal complementing hers. They each let out a blissful moan. From there, they the real celebration began.

His feet planted firmly on the freshly-cleaned rug, Jonathan began humping the beautiful woman in his grasp. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a vigorous rhythm. Like a well-oiled piston, his cock pumped within her pussy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against hers filled the room, along with the light squeaking noise of the fancy desk. Something about that motivated him to intensify the movements, as though it were a manifestation of his hard work.

“Yes! Ohhh yes!” Daisy cried out. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me like a big, strong executive! Ooh I’m coming already!”

She could’ve been faking it. She probably was, but she sure sounded convincing. Jonathan could feel her inner folds throbbing around his dick. The gasps turned to squeals. Rather than just cling to his shoulders, she dug her nails right into his skin. It strong, but in the best possible way.

Fake or not, Jonathan felt even more motivated. Shifting his hands from her waist to her thighs, he pushed he legs farther apart so he could thrust in deeper. He also kissed down her neck, tasting the light sweat that had already formed on her skin. More moans followed. It was like the sweetest music coupled with his favorite treat, the ultimate desert to go along with a momentous event.

“Daisy,” Jonathan grunted, “you like being fucked…by an executive?”

“Yes! I love it! I fucking love it!” she affirmed with surprising enthusiasm.

“Then that’s…how I’ll fuck you!”

In another show of his newfound authority, Jonathan withdrew his cock from her briefly so that he could reposition the naked woman in his grasp. With strength he didn’t remember having before he got promoted, he pulled her off the desk, turned her around, and bent her over so that her breasts were mashed up against the polished wood. Now facing that heart-shaped ass of hers, he thrust his cock back into her and resumed his vigorous humping.

“Oh yeah! Ohhh fuck yeah!” Jonathan seethed. “This…is how…an executive fucks!”

Daisy responded with more blissful moans. He already sounded like a new man, one far removed from the quiet intern he’d been ten years ago. He’d worked hard to become that man and he was already loving it.

Daisy must have loved it too. In fact, she seemed to have a fetish for powerful men in business. She kept loudly proclaiming that she was having an orgasm. The more she said it, the less certain he was that she was faking it. That might have been due to his position in a major company and not his sexual prowess, but Jonathan didn’t care. If he could celebrate his promotion and make a beautiful woman climax, then that was just an awesome bonus.

He worked just as hard to make their sex both memorable and momentous. As the desk shook and Daisy’s body rocked, Jonathan felt himself approaching his peak. It might have been the most intense peak he’d felt since his ex-girlfriend dressed up as a sexy librarian in college. It was like a volcano ready to erupt and, like his promotion, it required a little extra effort to achieve it.

“Daisy! I…I’m close!” he told her. “I’m ready…to come!”

“I’m ready too, Mr. Zander,” Daisy replied.

With their lusts perfectly in synch, Jonathan pulled out of her again and she quickly turned around so that she could drop her to knees again. Just as before, she put those voluptuous breasts of hers to good use, pressing his throbbing cock between them. From that position, he slid his manhood between those fleshy mounds of his until he crossed that final threshold.

“Oohhh Daisy!”

After those fateful words, the volcano of pent up desire erupted. Holding onto her head, Jonathan closed his eyes and threw his head back as the feeling washed over him like a tsunami of pure ecstasy. It was incredible, his throbbing releasing a thick load of cum onto the beautiful woman’s amble cleavage. From head to toe, the sensations rippled through his body in a surge of pleasure, power, and accomplishment.

The volume of manly fluid surprised Daisy as much as it did him. She even gasped somewhat at how much ended up on her face. It had definitely been a while for him. A lot of feelings had been pent up in his effort to advance his career. As tough as it had been, the end result was worth it…even if it was somewhat messy.

“Wow!” Daisy said. “So much cum…you really did work hard for this.”

“Yeah…hard,” he said, still an orgasmic daze.

They both laughed somewhat as Daisy used her tits to extract every last drop from his manhood. She even made sure to lick up the bits that lingered. Once the ecstasy passed, Jonathan let out the most content sigh he had experienced in over a decade.

He ended up leaning back on his desk, sitting down on the floor next to the naked woman who still had his cum dripping from her tits. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She even pulled him into a light embrace, as if to offer once last round of congratulations for what he achieved.

“A job well done, Mr. Zander,” she told him.

“Speak for yourself, Ms. Daisy,” Jonathan laughed.

“You’re going to make a great executive here. I look forward to celebrating your future achievements with you.”

“So do I,” he told her, “and don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of achievements worth celebrating in the future. I promise!”

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Imagining My Perfect Valentine’s Day

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A while back, I imagined what my perfect Christmas would be if I had unlimited resources. Since Christmas is my favorite holiday, it was not too difficult to imagine. When you love a certain occasion, it’s easy to let your imagination run wild. For Valentine’s Day, though, it’s a bit trickier.

At the moment, I’m single. I haven’t been in a serious relationship for quite some time. My reasons for that are many, but I’d rather not focus on that for the moment. Instead, I’d like to push my imagination once more, while also mixing in my fondness for romance, to contemplate the perfect Valentine’s Day.

To do so requires that I be in a relationship, so for this scenario to work, I’m going to use a similar set of rules that I used for Christmas. Once again, that means money is no object. Either I’ve won the lottery or one of my novels became a best seller. Whatever the case, I’m unbound by financial constraints and I have whatever resources I desire, be they tangible assets or logistical know-how.

In addition to those resources, I’ll operate under the assumption that I’m with someone I’m deeply in love with. It doesn’t matter whether we’re married or not. At the very least, we already live together and we’ve a couple long enough to know that our love is serious. It’s not a fling or one of those brief relationships that isn’t supposed to last too long. This is the real deal.

With those parameters in place, here’s how I envision my perfect Valentine’s Day playing out with my lover. Please note that I’ll leave some details ambiguous so that things are flexible between me and my lover. The goal is still the same, though. I want me and my lover to have the greatest Valentine’s Day possible and this is just one way of going about that.

It begins a full month before Valentine’s Day. At some point in mid-January, I ask my love to pick a tropical locale. It doesn’t matter where it is, so long as it has a beach, warm weather, and plenty of places for us to be romantic. Whether it’s the Bahamas, South America, Mexico, or Southeast Asia, I leave it entirely up to her.

Once she makes her choice, I spend the rest of the month making appropriate plans. First, I find the fanciest, most luxurious hotel there is. I then reserve the most expensive suite there is. If necessary, I’ll buy out an entire floor. On top of that, I’ll request that the staff be ready to prepare any of my love’s favorite meals, whether it’s a fancy steak, exotic seafood, or a microwave pizza.

In addition to the food, I’ll make sure to reserve a private portion of the beach, just for us. It doesn’t have to be the entire beach. It just has to be big enough for us to enjoy some privacy, especially if we feel the need to engage in nude sunbathing, nude swimming, or anything other romantic activities that may require nudity.

After those preparations are made, I plan for me and my love to fly out to our tropical destination the day before Valentine’s Day. I make sure the trip itself is romantic. We travel to the airport in a limousine, complete with champagne and snacks. We then fly out on a private jet. There’s no waiting in long lines or being stuck at an airport. We get in and take off as quickly as possible, so as to maximize our time at the beach.

While on route in the air, we share a pre-prepared meal meant to replicate the first meal we shared on our date. As we dine, we also watch the first movie we ever saw together, whatever it might be. Then, depending on how long the trip is, we make love before taking a nice long nap until we arrive at our destination.

Once we’re there, we depart from the private jet, enter another limo, and make our way to the hotel. If we have time, we make love again in the back while enjoying some more champagne, whichever comes first. Upon arriving at the hotel, we settle into our room, get a nice meal if we’re hungry, and go for a nice long walk together on the beach.

From there, things get less structured. We just relax, explore our surroundings, and rest up for an eventful day tomorrow. Before we got to sleep that night, we make love again and we make sure we’re not disturbed. We then settle into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning is Valentine’s Day. As such, we sleep in as long as we please. If we’re in the mood, we make love again. If not, we simply order breakfast in bed and dine naked together. We then share a nice long shower together, followed by a romantic stroll on the beach. Clothing is entirely optional for the most part and discouraged in most instances.

We spend the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon just lounging together on the private areas we reserved. We relax, go swimming, and make love in whatever way we please. Every distraction is minimized. Ever comfort is provided, be it food or suntan lotion.

After a day on the beach, we return to the hotel where we spend the afternoon getting pampered in a spa. We each take turns getting massages. We spend ample time in a hot tub together. Again, clothing is entirely optional or discouraged. Once we’re sufficiently pampered, we retire to our room where a buffet of our favorite food and deserts await us.

As we dine, we have a mini-marathon of our favorite movies and TV shows. We binge as much as we can, recounting the moments they inspired and the passions they evoked. Along the way, we snuggle as much as possible, making love whenever possible. We try to make use of every hour of the day, right up until midnight.

Finally, in the last hour of Valentine’s Day, I carry my lover back to the bedroom, sit her down, and read her a special poem I wrote just for that day. I make sure it’s the most romantic, heart-felt thing I’ve ever written. I say every word with the utmost passion. Then, once I’m finished, I curl up with her in bed, make love to her one last time, and settle into a peaceful sleep just as the clock strikes midnight.

There you have it. That is my vision for the perfect Valentine’s Day. I know it involved a lot of nudity and lovemaking. I’m not going to apologize for that. This is simply my vision for the greatest day of romance I can conjure for my lover. I only hope that one day I meet someone with which I can share such a romance. Until then, I’m content to keep imagining and hope it inspires plenty of sexy stories.

If you have your own vision for the perfect Valentine’s Day, I’d love to hear it. For everyone else lucky enough to have a lover in their lives, I wish you a happy and sexy Valentine’s Day.

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