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Behind Your Man

I wanted to do something a little different. An idea that started as a daydream became one of my biggest fantasy turn-ons. When we made deep missionary love alone in the night, I noticed just how sensitive Scott's butt was. I would rub and squeeze, and it would drive him wild; his cock would almost lengthen and feel thicker inside me, which was totally hot.

Cubicle Connection

“… Slowly in the darkness, his huge perfect cock rose to her warm, full, waiting lips. She kissed it so gently, her tiny fingers curling, holding, stroking his balls, causing his cock to swell until an opalescent bead of precome leaked from the swollen dark tip. Gently, she kissed it away, causing him to shudder. His balls tightened, becoming a sensitive fuzzy bulb. She pulled his pants, briefs, and shoes off and then started to run her fingers up and down the back of his thighs while gently kissing and sucking his balls. His pleasure was audible. Glossy streamers of warm sticky precome smeared her lips and face, then flashed and vanished like bliss itself. Her hands locked firmly on his lower back and ass, she had the juicy tip of his pulsing cock in her mouth, swirling her warm, wild, young tongue around and around. She couldn’t help but grin occasionally, thinking how erotically hot he’d become without even seeing her naked, without holding her near-perfect breasts in his big calloused hands, and without smelling the hot musk of her bush.”

I said this, slowing to an intense and sensuously rasping whisper. I could hear the final grunt of hot release as the man on the other end of the phone came. I tried to imagine his cubicle and how nervous he must have been, surrounded by the sounds of his office, the footsteps and tops of heads passing by at lunchtime. There were always a few people here and there who didn’t go out, choosing instead to eat at their desks.

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.

Shrink, Swell

“Hmm. Relax, Caroline. Tell me about these dreams,” he said and reached over to dim the lamp on his desk.

“They always start the same. I'm in a garden, vast and endless. Flowers are in bloom, all kinds all around me, in so many colors and shapes. It’s peaceful; I hear birds tweeting. The sunshine is warm and lovely on my skin. I'm completely nude, but I don't feel ashamed. I look at my body, but it’s not my body. It’s an ideal body—taller, smaller breasts,” I whisper, closing my eyes and cupping my own large breasts in my hands and gently squeezing them.