Bare hand Stories

As my hand lingers, I see your smile, A radiant glow, a heart beguiled. Your lips part softly, breath held in pause, As if the moment defies time's laws. As my hand lingers, I hear you gasp, A sound of surprise, a whispered rasp. Your eyes grow wide, a gleam so bright, A spark ignited, passion takes flight. Your skin is soft, like petals unfurled, Your touch, electric, courses through our world. My fingers trace the curve...

The question: why not. The answer:why not. Strong hands, working hands, Hands that build. Not soft stroking hands But determined, pumping hands Meant to have my seed out. Excitement. Openness. Yet, reluctance. No man has seen this from me. No man has taken this from me, No man has given me this. My stranger. Does he feel my thrill? Is he thrilled? He looks at my cock As if he could see What his hand feels. Swelling. Wanti...

My wife, Kim, and I have been friends with Dawn and Steve for several years. They are a fun couple and we try to get together at least once a month. I thought we knew them fairly well, but our last get‑together showed a side of their marriage that we hadn't seen before. Dawn is an extremely attractive blond, vivacious, intelligent, and with a bubbling personality. Steve, on the other hand, is much more reserved and inclin...

Otto glanced at the time in the corner of his screen. Another Friday evening working late, but he had told his boss he would have this ready before he left. One more data set to pull, a half hour of spreadsheet work and he’d be wrapped, he’d be out by 8:30. He could email it before he left and Vince, his VP, would see it on his blackberry. A little obvious, but brownie points were brownie points, and Vince was on his way...