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Shared space... different reality
Posted:Apr 30, 2018 4:06 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2020 9:29 am
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Everyone lives in their own reality, even though we may all be sharing the same space...

I recently visited my favorite burger restaurant. The place was jam packed. It usually was on, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays', where (obviously), any meal in this burger joint was , 2, for the price of 1.

our table, the men (friends of mine), had food piled . We had enough food perhaps, for a family of 8- I would estimate. O ne of us had been bold enough to order 2 family meals. I ordered my usual double cheese burgers with onion rings and fries. It was too much food for any of us to consume comfortably in o ne sitting, but then again, ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays' was never about comfort, but about consumption. Every other table in this restaurant was populated with families and groups of men and women and , laughing and enjoying similar scenes of gleeful, loud, and cheerful gluttony.

As I was aggressively chewing through my second burger, I noticed a dark haired man in his early forties, walk towards o ne of the only empty tables, at the far corner of the restaurant. He wore a long grey, rumpled overcoat, draped over a dark blue suit and carried a large plastic bag in his left hand - the type they give you when you designer clothing. In his right hand he held his tray. He had ordered 2 hot and fries. He settled into the small, corner booth , placed his bag beside him, on the floor, right next to the wall and unbuttoned his overcoat. I glanced at him from across the room, as I opened my mouth (as wide as possible), to enable the burger to pass through my lips. He, reached out for a fry with his fingers.

I began to chew off that piece of burger (too large for my mouth), when I paused, and thought to myself, 'Why would some get a hot dog, in this place, when 'their' hot , were notoriously poor?' I didn't mean that they were bad, but that they were not worth buying - when you had a choice to buy o ne of their fabulous burgers.

My question was rhetorical - you'd buy that hot dog, if you couldn't to the burger. That's the only answer there could be. The only answer that made any sense. Especially on ' 2 for 1 Tuesdays'.

I watched as the man in the rumpled coat, slowly, bit off a small piece of his hot dog. Another o ne of us at my table, would have swallowed that 'dog', in 1 or 2 bites. He slowly chewed and sipped from a bottle of water.

I finished my burgers, rose from my seat, and carried my tray to where all the other trays were stacked. I then made my way towards the washroom and past the man in the rumpled coat. As I passed him, I reached into my pocket and placed a folded dollar bill, right next to the edge of his tray. He paused from his meal, looked down the bill and then back up me. I didn't say anything. Our eyes met and I simply nodded my head, and continued to walk.

Upon exiting the washroom, I made my way back to my table, but (above the din and laughter and ruckus in the restaurant), I heard a voice, 'Sir... Sir... Sir!', in an ever increasing and frantic volume. I turned and looked where the voice was coming from - it was the man in the rumpled overcoat. He looked at me, smiled and mouthed the words, 'Thank you!', and nodded his head gently up and down, in gratitude. I nodded back at him and gave him a 'thumbs up' sign with my right hand. I stood there and smiled at him and from where I stood, I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded towards him again and made my way to my table... where the food was still piled , and the laughter filled my ears. But my heart was filled with sadness, least in that second.

As I sat down, I glanced again at the man in the rumpled coat. He was staring at me and wiping tears from his eyes. I looked at him and smiled. O ne of my friends suddenly broke my gaze by asking me a question. I turned away from the man in the rumpled coat and towards my friend... to answer him ....

"Pardon me ? What did you say? I wasn't paying attention",

I looked back towards the man in the rumpled coat - he had left ...


©April 2018 Paul P.
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Frozen Lust
Posted:Apr 27, 2018 5:40 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2019 10:03 pm
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Making love in unusual places is an ethereal, erotic experience and just off the charts - hot ! I'll share an experience I had, with you.
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It was an intensely, cold January morning, when Lynn and I, turned off the main highway and onto the narrow rural road, not far from my summer cottage. The tires of my car, squeeked and crunched against the frozen snow, as I slowly pulled up into the plowed driveway.

I closed the engine and we stepped out of the warm car and into the cold. As we both breathed in the clean, fresh air, and listened to the hushed silence, we looked at each other and smiled. It was a beautiful day ! 

"Let's walk down to the river. ", I suggested.

She agreed and hand in hand (actually - glove in glove ), we trudged along the plowed lane towards the river, a short distance away. Arriving at the shore, we were spellbound as we looked at the open water flowing, while steam rose from the rapids. It was a mystical and mesmorizing site to behold, but damm , it was cold!

My girlfriend Lynn , and I, had only been together for a few months at that point, and sex was ALWAYS on our minds. She wasn't shy either. She reached for the zipper of my snow pants, grinned her 'horny' grin, flashed her brilliant white teeth at me, and declared -

"Come on - let's make love !".

I agreed with her, as I tried (in vain) to undo the grip that the velcro belt, (circling her waist) , had, on her snow pants. She laughed and pushed my hands away.

"I'll do it. ", she giggled. 

We kneeled down, on the snow, took off our gloves, pushed our pants down to our knees and facing each other, embraced in a passionate kiss. There were things that I immediately noticed at that point ; my dick was rock hard and already dripping precum tears of anticipation, her tongue and mouth were hot and moist and felt like such a nice place to explore ... and... my ass, thighs and knees were freezing - literally !

We held each other in that embrace (both of us naked from our bellies to our knees) and pressed our bodies as close together, as we possibly could. The warmth of her thighs and stomach, were exciting and welcome barriers against the frozen air. She then reached down and gently held my already throbbing phallus. Her touch was soft - and my body shivered (in anticipation) and twitched , as I felt tickled, from her warm fingers. Excitement pulsed through my loins, as her knowledgeable digits clasped my shaft in her hands and she gently squeezed my glan. This was both so erotic and hot, and yet, so incredibly cold - at the same time. I laughed into her mouth, as we kissed. 

"What?", she laughed back, playfully, still holding my shaft in her hands. 

" I am fucking freezing. Oh my gosh it's so cold".

As I spoke, I put my hands between her thighs, squeezed and petted her swollen clit with hand and slipped digits, into her wet pussy with the other. It was oh, so, warm and sticky and such a relief for those poor, freezing fingers of mine.

"All right. I'll get on my knees - Ok?", she asked.

She proceeded to get on her knees - her beautiful tight ass beckoning and her pouting pussy lips teasing , with a wet, sideways smile. I looked her bum in the air, her woman bits pointed towards the sky and thought, 'Man she is hot!'. But as much as I wished I could have gazed longer, I realized that my man bits were going to freeze right off, if I soon couldn't find a warm place to put them. I looked down and my dick was steaming. I looked at it again in amazement and thought - 'Steaming... really ?'. I'd never seen that before! 

I lowered my pants below my knees, as I balanced my body and pushed into the frozen snow. I winced as the searing cold gripped my skin.

"Come on already! " , she pleaded. " Now I, am freezing! ".

Then, with her right hand, she impatiently reached between her legs, found my stiff shaft, grabbed it firmly and moved her bum backwards. She then held my dick, just at the entrance to her wet velvet purse. I have never felt the WARMTH, of her pussy , more than I did at that moment - and I was not even in her yet ! 

Teasingly, she rubbed my wet dick up and down along her pouting entrance, and then gently leaned back a little more, and finally, eased my throbbing 'friend' , into herself, by just a head - the head of my dick. 'Oh ... My.... Gosh !', my mind went blank and I briefly saw stars as my eyes shut tightly.

She moaned with a lustful growl and lowered her head as I slipped into her. I held myself tightly against her, learned over her back and hugged her. She turned her head up, and to her left, and clasped my eyes in hers, and sighed. I successfully reached her mouth with mine. It felt as if we were making love to each other, for the first time !

"Oh Paul... Please, make love to me" , she whispered. "Fuck me.. please", she stretched her neck up and kissed me again , then gasped and lowered her head. 

My thrusts into her were measured, deliberate and she moved her ass back towards me - smacking my thighs with her bum. Her wet, glistening pussy, greeted me with every, determined, penetration of her as she twisted and ground herself against my dick, with every push.

Our minds and bodies - were tingling in sensual numbing pleasure and bliss ! I knew that she was close to cuming . She moaned ever louder, with every of my thrusts into her.

"Yes.. Please, don't stop... Paul, I am cuming....", she whispered.

I was close as well. I waited, and as she arched her back, and moaned, we both came the same time - in an explosion of lust, relief and passion and love. Our bodies were ! She convulsed and spasmed , and her hips thrust upwards. My filled her, in wave after wave of what felt like - boiling lava. I had never before felt such a rush of hot, wetness. I lurched forward and hugged her as she gasped for air. Her pussy was throbbing as it contracted and released itself, repeatedly around my shaft. Her breathing was short and deep. I continued to feel her pussy grasping and pulsing and twitching and my penis did the same - to almost the same beat.

I hugged her tightly in that position for a minute, until the shimmering, in my brain subsided, and the tingling everywhere had stopped. I finally realized that I was, back - on planet Earth, nearby a frozen river, in the middle of January. I also realized that my ass, legs and knees were probably frozen solid, as I could no longer feel them.

I breathed a hot sigh, into Lynn's ear, and released my grip on her. I leaned back and pulled myself out of her. My mixed with her juices dripped out of her steaming pussy and fell to the clean, white, snow in long white ribbons. I looked in amazement as they froze, instantly upon touching the snow. It was proof that we had been there - frozen droplets of our lust.

We pulled up our pants and faced each other and kissed, while on our knees. As we stood up, we both noticed a couple, standing on the other side of the river. We didn't know how long they had been there or what they had seen. I could see the woman was wearing a logo of a company (I recognized) , on her winter hat and he was wearing red and white striped scarf. I guessed, they must have seen quite a bit, I laughed to myself. We didn't care. I put on my gloves and Lynn and I both waved to them. They happily waved back. 

My frozen knees and ass welcomed the feeling, of finally being covered by pants. Lynn smiled at me and I knew she felt the same relief. We quickly walked back to the cottage as I squeezed her hand through my gloves. The cold air was relentless in its pursuit of our chilled noses and cheeks.

My cottage is a small place and where a pot belly stove, in the middle of the living room, is the only source of heat. Lynn and I crawled underneath a blanket on the living room couch, as we waited for the place to warm up. Eventually - I had a roaring fire blazing but it still needed periodic stoking. Reluctantly I quickly flipped open the blanket, ran over to the stove, opened up the top with an iron prong and threw another log into the fire. I stood there for a second to survey my work.

"Hey! Come back in here, already! You're letting out all the heat! ", Lynn scolded me, as she laughed.

I ran back to the couch, crawled back in with her, and covered myself up. I leaned over to grab my mug of wine and we both watched, as the hot flames shot up and the crackling fire slowly, consumed the log. Our knees were slowly thawing out... and just in time...

Lynn's hands reached underneath the blanket and down my chest and then across my thighs, coming to rest between my legs as she grasped my dick. I looked into her blue green twinkling eyes, and put my wine down on the table. I laughed to myself as I thought - 'At least I wasn't going to freeze my knees this time!'.

©April 2018 Paul P.
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What's the wildest, craziest or most erotcally different place you've ever made love in? In a park, an elevator, or a car ? Share your stories

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Connections...
Posted:Apr 20, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2019 9:14 am
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How do we make connections with other people? Sometimes they're planned, but a lot of times, circumstances and coincidence and that intangible 'lady luck', pokes her head up to push matters in directions of her own preference. Here's something that happened to me, many ago.

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I had left work downtown that evening and had made my way to a small club that I frequently went to. I was sitting, at the far end of the bar, facing the door and nursing a beer, when she walked in. She was tall , and poised and her long, straight brown hair, framed her as she moved her head slowly from side to side, as if searching for a friend, or a place to sit. She looked determined.

There were none - seats that is. The bar was jam packed with, 'Happy Hour', patrons. It was standing room, only ! She turned her head towards and our eyes locked.

The music was loud and people next to , were shouting out their orders to the bartender, who was happily overwhelmed. She slowly turned her head, side to side, perused the crowded bar, and then again - looked back .

Our eyes locked, once more. I raised my glass of beer towards her, and with my right hand, I pointed to my left, where, (in spite the crowded conditions), there remained a spot to stand. It was large enough for one person.

She held my gaze, paused, and slowly pushed and angled her way through the crowd, in my direction. She skillfully arched her back, against the men and women huddled around, in various poses, until finally, she stood before me, and smiled- "You're sitting in my seat?" , she asked. I guess I was.

That's the way I met the woman, who eventually, would become my wife. We spoke and laughed and joked - and had a great time. Eventually her friends showed up and we all commandeered a whole corner of that bar.

To this day, I question the fortunate coincidences or elements of luck that paved my fate that night. If I hadn't left work earlier than usual, I would not have been able to get a seat at the bar. If I hadn't been sitting in that corner of the bar, then I would never have seen her walk in. If she hadn't trusted an unknown and made her way to ... - well. Finally, there was that intangible - specifically the chemistry between us - and it was the ultimate glue that welded our hearts together.


©April 2018 Paul P.
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Coincidence, circumstance, luck - how has your life been been touched by the alliance these three partners?

Do you believe in coincidence or is it destiny?

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She Watched Me ...
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 10:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 5:49 pm
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She had a keen eye, and a perfect view...

It was July, and 5:00 a m in the morning. The sun was somewhere, barely trying to poke and over a distant horizon and already, the temperature outside was making it very and sticky. I came out of the steaming shower and actually sensed relief when I opened the bathroom door and felt, the illusion of a cool breeze. My balls dangled comfortably between my legs, as I wiped myself with a towel.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. My kitchen faced the East (and the, soon to rise sun), so I moved from the kitchen to my bedroom, which faced the west. I found relief! There, the air, was cool and fresh and the light was dim, even with my bedroom lights on.

I put my coffee on my dresser and flopped onto the top of my bed. Bouncing for a second, I thought, 'This is going to be a long, , steamy day'. I still had some water droplets glistening and clinging to my body and as I ran my hands down along my stomach and along my hips, the wetness felt good, refreshingly cool - and freshly exciting.

My bedroom had huge sliding glass doors and they were opened wide. The breeze (created from the draft between my front kitchen and my rear bedroom doors ), caressed my naked body, as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

Every part of me was squeaky clean and so smooth and silky to my touch. I was getting arroused ! My right hand reached for my dick. I am not circumcised, so I began by slowly peeling back my foreskin to reveal my glans. I waved my awakening phallus back and forth in the air and against my stomach... as my dick slowly responded to my encouragement. It was not long before I was as hard as I could be. I continued to stroke my engorged dick with my right hand while my left hand clasped and fondled my balls.

Precum dripped out of my throbbing penis and covered my glans, while my fingers slowly moved my uncut skin and down, and and down. The anguish and ecstasy of my whole body tingling in waves of pleasure... was reaching its pinnacle. Yet my hands continued to move slowly ... and down. I paused once - edging, ever so close, I held my shaft the base and watched as the purple, glistening, head of my cock pulsed and throbbed, to its own beat.

And finally, the first release of then another even larger explosion and the convulsions continued in diminished intensity - six , seven eight, nine times as my hand moved and down over my cock slower and slower and slower, until finally - the throbbing had stopped, the convulsions had stopped and my head shimmered with the realisation, I was slowly coming back to reality.

'Well... 'one' certainly was a mind blower', I thought. I lay there in my bed, grabbed my towel and cleaned myself , then threw the towel behind on the chair and bounced out of bed. It's then, to my shock, and horror, I noticed her (my neighbour), standing, leaning on her second floor balcony railing, staring and smiling.

She was, in her early 40's divorced and extremely attractive. I was... naked, and standing in front of my open bedroom doors. Although the sun was not at its brightest, I could clearly make out the contour of the dark green shorts she was wearing (as they hugged her ass), the black stilettos on her feet, the shimmering color of her blond hair and of her deep burgundy lips and - of course - the expression of lust she wore on her face.

'Good morning Paul. Thanks for the show. I really enjoyed it, and you certainly looked like you were having fun! ', she said with a sly smile as she waved to me.

'Good morning', I replied as I reached for my towel.

Whenever we'd meet (after ), she'd always give a wide beaming smile and jokingly ask what time I was waking . The question always made blush but I would always faithfully answer.
My divorced lady neighbour, sold her house and moved away fall. However, whenever I could, I would always wake , summer, just before sunrise, open the outside doors of my bedroom - and pleasure myself to mind shattering orgasms. I never checked if she was standing on her balcony. Just knowing she might be - was all I needed to push into oblivion.

I've never looked forward (so impatiently) , to waking as early as , in my life.


©April Paul P.
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Have you ever had a nosy neighbour?
Have you ever seen your neighbour or caught anyone for matter, naked and pleasuring themselves? Share your stories... please . . . .

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Caught Naked At Work
Posted:Apr 12, 2018 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2020 5:48 am
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Stuff can happen at work. Seriously... be careful ! ... lol

I have a friend, named Sarah, whom I've never met (except on Insta. Gram) , but who convinced me, it would be fun exchange naked pictures of ourselves . As a man, I did not need any convincing. She sent her pictures first, because women are brave about that sort of thing, and I didn't want seem inappropriate, since I did not know what type of pics she would .

Sarah's pictures - were quite explicit. Her pictures were erotic, sensual and incredibly ! I mean honestly, I expected a tit- but she gave me so much more!

I'll describe the pics you. In all of them, Sarah wore black fishnet stockings and black heels, and nothing else! Her first , had her on her knees- her bum and pussy facing , as she spread her luscious vagina with her fingers. That was great! She continued with another on her back, on the floor, while she spread her treasure lips for and dipped her fingers into herself. The third was of her sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide open, with a totally lustful expression on her . And lastly, she sent a full frontal of herself, standing in her stockings and heels and looking, totally ! She had set the bar and I would have come back with some erotic stuff of own, match hers.

For - taking the pictures was much easier than I thought it would be. Holding camera phone in one hand was simple and dick was hard, just thinking about the fact that these shots were for her. I should say, that I am uncircumcised, and phallus , fully erect is and quarter inches long (Yes I measured it! Guys do that!). When aroused, precum flows from glans liberally. None of lovers have ever complained about lack of lubrication.

Out of all the pictures that I took, I chose that were especially good. The first was of full sized chubby, with foreskin completely covering head. The second , was of half erection - dick pointing in the air, with the precum dripping head of penis, still partially covered by foreskin. And the third was of raging, full blown erection (all and o.ne quarter inches of ), being squeezed by left hand, as glistening maroon colored glans pointed at the lense. Looking at body of work that night and reviewing the pics that I chose as finalists, I had admit - I was impressed.

The next day, I was at work, and it was early in the afternoon. I was sitting behind desk facing desktop computer, in little cubicle, in a row of cubicles, in an office building, on a floor, of hundreds of cubicles, and I was on the phone with a , when he put on hold. This guy, was notoriously difficult to reach and we were taught - 'Don't the , unless they ask you '. So I waited, with phone headset on, listening the background hold music- Classic 50 s, Big Band .

It was about that time, that Sarah and I began messaging each other. I decided her the pictures I had chosen the previous night . Those pictures were sent her, in a flurry.

However.... find them on phone, and click, on the button and repeat the procedure 3 times, took about 5 or 6 minutes. I had never before, sent naked pictures of myself, to anyone - let alo.ne an acquaintance, I hardly knew. It was exciting, thrilling and slightly terrifying - in a good way! I was breathing quickly and I'll admit - it was a total turn on! 'friend' was as hard as it could be, throbbing wildly, and I could feel myself getting wet!

I went the; Hidden Folder, on phone, perused the naked pictures of myself and blew them up on my cell phone screen. I looked at them and questioned my choices. Were these the best? Which pics should I post?

I admired them briefly (men are vain and sometimes insecure about their equipment), and I flipped back and forth a few times between the pics. Decisions were finally made and the pictures were sent out in rapid succession. I waited for Sarah's reply... and I continued at, well.... I continued at naked pictures of myself. I wondered again, if I had chosen the right ones and if they were worthy. I was still on hold - Sinatra's, York, York, was playing in the background.

And that's... when boss, leaned over right shoulder, lifted head phone headset , and she whispered into ear, (yes... SHE whispered) ..., "Nice pictures ! .... NICE pictures ! But.... shouldn't you be talking with a ?" .

I don't think any... in fact, I know - no o.ne, could imagine shock and horror, and humiliation , when I found - HER - Boss, leaning over right shoulder, inches from , looking down at cell phone as it brilliantly and vividly (I have a Galaxy S8 ), reflected the full screen image, of left hand, squeezing , rock hard shaft , as a precum tear , sparkled on its huge, purple glistening head. I can presume, that she also might have imagined it, throbbing, as it certainly was - when I took the picture. Samsung phones, take great pictures . Certainly I was not prepared for this. I froze, in horrified embarrassment !

She looked at me and smiled. It was a sly, .ful, beguiling smile, and o.ne that I had never seen before. She then looked down at the naked picture (still displayed displayed, on screen) , locked eyes in a lustful embrace, turned and slowly walked away.

A colleague of mine, later, told that she had been standing over shoulder, easily, for more than 5 minutes. He thought, she was just listening conversation - that's what she would do. I am a senior rep at this company and I often help junior reps with their issues. I never or rarely, need any help . Yet, for the rest of the afternoon, every 20 minutes or so, she'd come up , purposefully lean over and in an uncharacteristically soft voice, ask - 'Is everything ok ?', . or .. 'Do you need any help with anything?' , or... (and this comment, was so contrived and planned) , 'Paul , you like you're having a HARD day. Smile... it's all good!".

Holy shit and, what the fuck! If there had been a hole crawl into , I would have been there.

boss is a classy, attractive, athletic, divorced, middle aged , lady - but I will never, get involved with someone at work and least of all, BOSS! She had been totally professional with since I was assigned her team - but now? After work, and as people were leaving and she was bidding them a good night, she subtly made her way towards cubicle, as I was shutting down desktop .

'Soooo... You're on Insta Gram? What's your ?', she asked. ' I am on IG too' , she said, as she grinned at .

We talked for a bit. I gathered up knapsack, and bid her a good night. It was an exciting and fricken crazy afternoon! It was certainly the most original day I've ever had at work!

IG acquired a ' follower ' that night. It was a private - from Montreal- I don't usually follow back, private accounts. It's going be a weird day at work tomorrow.


©April 20 Paul P.
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So...
What is the most embarrassing sexually suggestive or exciting thing that's ever happened you at work?

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