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Two Fingers of Whisky

“Just two fingers to start,” he whispered as he dipped two of his fingers in the glass. He smeared his whisky-wet fingers on my lips and into my mouth. I sucked the warm liquor from his thick fingers.

“There now, that’s a start.” He repeated it, rubbing my lips open, making me taste more, stroking my hair with his other hand. His robe opened, and I could see his erection swelling in his pants. It looked huge.

Midnight Ride

I closed my eyes for a moment, silently praying that he wasn’t one of the grizzled beer bellies. I counted slowly to three in my head, then turned around. I looked right into his light brown eyes and found myself grinning like an idiot. This guy was beautiful. He was maybe an inch or two taller than my own six feet, with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was skinny, but I like that in a man; I always have. He was also smiling at me—a warm, friendly, flirtatious smile that brought a sparkle to his eyes. Somewhere out there, I knew there had to be a god; this week, I must have been in his good graces.

Friends Who Play Together

After Chrissy gave Amanda a big hug, her eyes dropped to my girlfriend’s boobs. Amanda is a size 36-C, and when she laughs, which she does often, her firm but natural tits jiggle in place like JELL-O ready to be sucked up and eaten. Chrissy noticed right away that Amanda was braless, and her eyes widened. Her reaction caused Amanda’s nipples to immediately harden. And when Chrissy cracked a joke, something about Amanda being in a hurry and forgetting part of her outfit, Amanda just started giggling—and jiggling—as Chrissy stood there with her mouth open, staring at Amanda’s round melons.