Terrace Stories

This is based on a true story.I’d heard about this lakeside beach, which had a nude sunbathing terrace. The weather was shaping up nicely and I had the day off so I decided to check it out. I put my beach towel and black Speedo into my backpack, as well as some sunscreen, water and lunch. I wasn’t sure what to expect but I decided to head out and discover for myself.I got on the train and made my way to the station. The b...

Caderyn had given to me the most intense orgasm of my life, and it was due in part to my trusting him. I had released myself totally to his touch, his kiss and his caress. I had also given him what I hoped was the most intense orgasm of his life, and it was due to his trusting me as well. As I felt his cock in my mouth I had felt in control of his body, I reveled in giving him pleasure and even as his cock erupted in me h...

I could only keep him captive in my throat for a short time; I realized I would need to take a breath soon. But, for the moment he was my prisoner, and I was determined to take control of him. He could not thrust further forward, and with my finger in his arse, he was not retreating. I still held his eyes captive; but since his low groan, his expression had not changed. I tightened my grip on his cock, my lips clamping do...

You Me – Finally, but still not Final “No… I suppose not, we should go somewhere.” I said, my baritone voice dropping to a whisper. And with that, I took her hand, our fingers immediately interlocking, the electricity still evident as I pulled her, coaxing her to come with me. She resisted, her eyes questioning mine, I smiled and her gaze warmed, she then squeezed my hand, and I led her down the alley. My desire for her l...

Her Tuesday Day Three My eyes opened, feeling the warm sun playing on the bed. My dreams had been empty, but I suddenly remembered the previous nights dream. Being held down, my nude body so wanton for him, his eyes ravishing me; I was surprised to realize how much I missed him. ‘Missed him? How could I miss a stranger in a dream? Or, was I missing my handsome neighbor… were they the same?’ Rising quickly, I entered the b...

Her Monday Day Two It is hot; steam swirling around my body like moist silk fabric. I lie there, my body stripped of any covering, as my arms remain held over my head by some invisible force; my legs spread, my womanhood open and wanton. Yet, as I lie here, I am without fear; I feel a hunger, an emptiness, a need to be filled. He is there, in the dark. I can feel his presence, and I try to find him, the mist and darkness...

Her SundayDay One "Sí, lo quiero", that said, the flat was mine. The furnished flat was perfect, just off Plaza Traginers in Barcelona's Gothic quarter, a few minutes walking distance from the excitement of La Rambla, yet the area was still quiet. The Gothic Cathedral was quite nearby and I could relish an intriguing view of the Roman walls from the delightful terrace off the master, from which I could also enjoy the cool...