It’s Friday evening. You and the wife just parked the car and are about to head into a nice restaurant for dinner when your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket. It’s an important work call, so you tell your wife you need a moment. As you’re pacing around talking on your cell, you notice a big, muscular brute staring at your wife. It’s not a subtle sort of stare. He is glaring in a way that makes both of you uncomfortable. You can tell that in his mind, he’s got your wife’s dress torn off and he’s fucking her on the hood of your car. Even after you make eye contact, giving him a stern stare, he doesn’t stop ravishing your wife in his mind. The muscles that are bursting from his shirt give him the confidence to never back down. You end your call, take your ball & chain by the hand, and enter the restaurant. The glaring brute gives your wife a smile before turning and walking away into the night.

Moments after the hostess seats you, I approach your table with two glasses of water wearing a skimpy waitress uniform. You’re paralyzed. I give you a huge grin that conveys to you that I know how nervous you are, but I’m not going to out you. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as I recite the specials of the night. When it’s your turn to order, your voice begins to crack. You are in the presence of the woman you want most in this world and your wife is seated right beside you! You can’t think straight, your mind is cluttered, and your heart is pounding out of your chest.

The rest of dinner goes on like this, with me sporting quick winks at you whenever I walk by. When your wife goes to the ladies room, I come to the table; “You must be hard as a rock under there.” I offer to do something to relieve that bulge. “When your lesser half returns, go to the men’s room. I’ll follow a minute later.” You remain silent because your wife approaches from behind me, but I can tell from your face that you’ll do as you’re told.

The men’s room has a lock and only one stall, so you are confident as to our having privacy. I watch you excuse yourself from your wife. You slide your hands in your pockets nonchalantly trying to hide your raging hard-on from the crowd. Once you’re in there, I purposely keep you waiting. After what probably felt like an eternity, you open the door a little and peer through looking around for me. I arrive shortly, well aware of how anxious and horny you are. “Sorry, babe, your wife needed my attention. She’s a bit of a bitch actually. So, I was a bit bitchy back to her as well. I just want you to know what you’re going back to after I get you off.” Whatever concern you might’ve had about her was immediately erased by hearing me say, “Get you off” as I begin to loosen your belt.

With your pants off, I put a finger in your chest and tell you to sit down on the toilet seat. I unbutton the first three buttons of my blouse, revealing just enough of my breasts and sexy, lace bra to make your cock jump with your pounding heartbeat. I get on my knees and massage your cock in my soft hands for a moment, careful not to make you cum. When you seem a few seconds away from explosion, I let go of it, sending you squirming in your seat. “Be patient, baby,” I say as I undo another button of my blouse, unhook my bra that fastens in the front, and reveal my luscious melons, paralyzing you once again. I lean forward, spit on the tip of your cock, and embrace it between my tits as I begin to stroke you.

Not 10 seconds later, there’s a pounding knock at the bathroom door! It’s your bitchy ass wife yelling “Where are you?!” “Be right there, honey,” you reply. “The appetizer isn’t agreeing well with my stomach, please go enjoy your dinner, I’ll be out soon.” Adding to your already unraveling nerves, she just stays there, scolding you for taking too long.

So far, my plan is working perfectly. With your cock still between my bodacious breasts, I whisper, “That’s okay, babe. We can continue this next time.”

To be continued next week…

I’ve never willingly engaged in getting tag-teamed before. When I give myself to a man, I give myself to him and only him. I’ve made him work hard to capture my heart; he shouldn’t have to share me with another cock. Yet, at the same time, I am a woman and I have fantasies and cravings of my own, which includes being taken by two men at once. I’ve played a lot of mental gymnastics to bring myself around to entertaining this fantasy and I think I’m ready to act on it.

Think back to the minutes before you called me for the first time. You might’ve checked out my website several times, but you fought off the urge to actually dial my number. You’ve experienced numerous run of the mill phone sex girls before, the type that will grunt and groan for any guy with ten bucks to burn. After a while, you conclude that every site and every girl acts and sounds the same. They specialize in everything, which means they specialize in nothing. “Jill’s of all trades, masters of none.”

Then, you found me. You wanted to call right away, you had the curiosity to experience something new, but your apprehension won that day and your disappointed cock and aching balls scolded you. Maybe you called the girl that got you off the last time, but the call only served as a reminder of how much you really wanted something better, something more pleasing and intense. So, the next time you needed a release, you gave in and called me (thank you). You turned to the girl who unabashedly boasts the words, “No Man Only Calls Once” and she made you realize that you were foolish for calling anyone else. You quickly recognized that the notion of calling a subpar and inferior phone whore was just a waste of time, energy and money, and you’ve been mine ever since.

Our relationship has grown quite a bit since that first call. You crave me as much as ever, but the hesitation you once had is long gone. So imagine, I come over to your place for another one of our special sessions, but this time I have a surprise. I’m in your house, making myself at home in your kitchen, when I tell you I’ve brought a guest. I snap my fingers and in strolls what you insist is your doppelgänger. However, it’s not a look-alike, it’s not an imposter, it’s you, the old you, the once timid man scared to reveal his deepest, darkest desires about what he’d like to do with me. I used my magical powers to clone you! I created an exact replica of the submissive, unassertive you the day you stumbled upon youronlydesire.com. Old you is quiet, unassuming and unsure of what’s going on. I put my finger in his chest and push him backward to the couch, tell him to sit and watch as the confident, new you takes control of me!

New you slowly strips me naked. He holds me close, kisses me passionately and presses his erection against me as we embrace. Old you is intimidated as he watches, but begins to become overwhelmed with jealousy. He likes what he sees and wishes it was him, but he’s afraid he’d be rebuffed if he tried to do what he really wanted to do to me.
Less than a minute later, I’m face down on the dining room table. My hard nipples ache as my breasts are pressed against the cold wood and my hands are tightly gripped to the table’s edge. New you has two handfuls of my ass as I arch my back and he’s licking me from the small of my back to the tip of my clit. New you is not interested in trying to comfort old you. In fact, he’s even more turned on by exerting his dominance as you’re forced to watch him act on every lustful desire that old you never had the guts to express.
Old you wants to bury his face in his hands as I moan with every thrust of new you’s cock, but you know you like it, you can’t look away. Your cock is hard, twitching, leaking pre-cum, and the jealousy makes your heart beat double-time as the blood races through your veins. You need to lunge your cock deep inside me. My ripe, swollen pussy, gushing with wetness, is a receptacle to new you, but I haven’t forgotten the old you sitting on the sideline, itching to get into the game, waiting for his number to be called.

My head is dangling off the end of the table and my teeth are biting into the wood. I open my eyes and turn to old you as my pussy is being pounded. We lock stares, I lick my lips, then mouth the words, “Come here, baby. It’s okay.” Old you stands, slides off his pants and boxers to reveal his raging hard-on. Just then, new you senses the competition and begins pumping me faster, forcing my chest to heave harder. I can feel the juices from my pussy splashing onto my inner thighs. The fact that you are watching me get fucked so good by new you is too much. My moans, body movements, and the ripple of my ass as new you slams into it FINALLY provokes you enough to assert yourself. Old you marches towards me, with one hand on his cock and the other gripping my cheeks to open my mouth, he shoves the tip of his cock against my tongue and deep into my wanting mouth. The face fucking has begun and my double team fantasy is at last realized.

It turns out that two heads are really better than one, and you and I make a great threesome!

Just about everything seems to be such an undertaking these days. Despite all of the technological advancements that have been made, you are still left seemingly exhausted at the end of the day. Relationships can often compound this, whether it’s simply trying to maintain one or trying to summon the energy to spark up something new. Although some relationships can be rewarding, let’s be real; most of them end up sucking the life right out of you! Even dating itself can be exhausting and unrewarding, a constant effort that yields no meaningful bond or worse yet, an opportunity to get laid.

I offer you a sexual relationship that is hassle-free and designed around your pleasure. You will receive the keys to the kingdom and I’m here to serve. How many other connections can you say this about? There’s nothing you’ll ever need to contemplate or worry about when we are spending time together. You don’t need an app or a dating profile that she might find, or a bio that’s difficult to fill out. You don’t need to call ahead before driving home to gauge her mood and most importantly, you don’t have to worry about the risk of being rejected once again.

If you’re married, you already know what kind of effort goes into getting the wife to stop what she’s doing long enough for a spontaneous quickie. Finding the opportunity for an amazing orgasm can be even harder (pun intended) than when you were single, unless you’re fortunate enough to get some alone time with You Porn on your iPad in the bathroom. You never know when you come home at the end of the day if your wife is going to be Jekyll or Hyde. Will she be in a good mood and just require some nuzzling and foreplay? Or will it be one of those days where even the slightest bit of affection requires serious ass kissing that very well could leave you with nothing but frustration?

Who has the time and energy for all of that? How many times have you just thrown in the towel because the payoff wasn’t worth the work you’d have to put in (literally)? However, there is a silver lining and it’s that you’ve found me! Those that have experienced me will say that I’m all that and a bag of chips. Looks, brains, sense of humor and as an added bonus…I’m not bi-polar! You never have to work to get me in the mood, you don’t have to bring home a dozen roses to get a taste of my pussy, and you certainly never have to worry that I won’t be up for doing whatever makes you feel good. There are no arguments here, no rejection, and no being afraid to ask for what you really want! It’s just you and I sharing in the pleasures of making each other feel insanely good.

I already want to please you; I’m here to act on your every desire. When you want to say, “I really need to cum down your throat,” imagine my sultry voice as I reply, “I’d be happy to suck your aching, hard cock, baby!”

No need to start me up, my engine is already purring.

With summer coming to an end, one of the disappointing things the cold weather brings is more clothes. Girls will put away their cleavage in favor of warmer tops and sweaters. Fleshy thighs will no longer be exposed as denim will be hiding them from your curious eyes. Just a short time from now, much of your eye candy will be going into hibernation until spring. It’s a despairing situation indeed. I know you didn’t ask me, but I have two unsolicited pieces of advice for how you should handle this dilemma.

To begin with, warm weather is still here for a couple more weeks. Not every girl will proudly display her breasts, but the most voluptuous girls will. The younger girls who are just discovering how addictive their legs are, will strut them in short, tight skirts until it becomes explicitly slutty to do so. My advice is that you take them in and commit them to memory. Take nice, long, lasting looks; even wink your eye as if you are taking a picture to store in your “spank bank” for the days when the cold winds blow and the snow begins to fly. Girls showing off their bodies want you to look. As long as you’re not threatening or obnoxious, a respectful stare is welcome, even a smile. Some of us are flattered by it and I’d be disappointed if I didn’t turn you on. Never pretend you’re not male; let your cock twitch and get hard. Just make sure you’re paying attention to the road if you happen to drive past me as I’m walking briskly down the sidewalk.

Secondly, recognize the situation for what it is and adapt accordingly. You’re going to be indoors a lot more than you’re used to. There will be less scenery around town and more time alone. Your brain knows that, but your cock is clueless. All “Mr. Happy” knows is that he needs both stimulation and satisfaction. You need to feed his craving for pussy. Build a cozy fire, put your feet up, and chill in your favorite chair reminiscing about the seductive beauties from the park or the street side cafe, then turn to me, babe. Pull Mr. Happy from your pants, then let my alluring voice stimulate you as much as my breasts do when your sliding your oiled cock between them. The memory of an 18 year old buxom blonde might ignite your balls, but she’s off to school and has left you behind until next summer. Your recollections of her pale in comparison to the sounds of desire that escape my mouth as I’m fingering my ripe, wanting pussy.

I can be your shelter from the storm and my bites are much more enticing than Jack Frost’s. So don’t despair, you have to say so long to summer time, but dialing my digits allows you an opportunity to say hello me… your only desire.

Some days, nothing can be more boring or drag on longer than work. Between long hours, repetitive tasks, and high pressures, it can leave you utterly depleted. However, thanks to me, your workplace does not need to be thought of in such a dismal way. Think of me and my voice as a haven for all of the dull and dreary tasks at hand.

Recently, a friend of mine who is a businessman learned this in a big way. He is professional, successful, and always up to meet the bar – he’s not someone you would think had any problems with pressure or nerves. In most cases, he doesn’t. When a very high profile project landed in his lap though, it was a different story. He didn’t drop the ball or crumble under the mounting pressure by any means, but he confessed to me that as the date of the presentation grew closer, he struggled with a bit of anxiety about presenting in front of so many powerful people and meeting their expectations. I comforted him as best I could and then told him I think I could help. He asked me what I had in mind and I told him to simply, trust me.

He had told me quite a bit about his presentation, so I knew ahead of time that he would need to use his laptop to oversee some of it and pull up additional files if he should be questioned about them. I asked him on the day of his proposal to leave the software running that we’ve occasionally used for him to read messages from me. He was definitely a bit wary, but he has grown to trust me over the years and knew I would not let him down in any way.

It was 11:00 AM and he began his proposal, the first 10 minutes of which I knew involved playing a video compilation related to the project. The lights would be dimmed and everyone attending would have their attention focused on the screen. Thus, it was time for me to begin my own “presentation”.

I began by sending him a message that I could not stop thinking about how his cock had felt in my mouth the night before. The way it throbbed, swollen against my tongue and how delicious the thin stream of pre-cum he left across my lips tasted. I immediately got a response back asking me what I was doing. I ignored the question and continued on to tell him how hard my nipples were just thinking about it and how good his thick cock would feel pressed between my breasts. He began to type a response…and then he quickly stopped. Immediately, he realized what I was doing. He was overcome with desire and he had no power or will to stop it.

I continued sexting him. First, telling him to imagine that I was there knelt down beneath the podium. I was slowly unzipping his pants and sliding one hand into them to feel his growing erection. I told him to imagine how my soft hand felt, stroking and gently squeezing, as I pulled his pants down farther and slid my tongue up the seam of his balls. I asked if he was fully hard yet and received a quickly typed, “god yes”.

I proceeded to outline in an additional 10 sexts or so, with great detail, how I would wrap my hungry mouth around his shaft and how much it would turn me on to blow him right there with all of his peers and bosses in the room. How I would bask in arousal watching him trying to maintain his composure – much like he must have been doing reading my messages in front of all of them.

I then went on to confess to him that the ultimate act, however, would be for him to bend me over the podium right then. Hike up my skirt and push me down to expose my swollen, dew-covered, pink lips amidst the glow of the presentation. I parted them with two fingers to guide his cock deep into me with all of the big wigs watching with awe and jealousy. How hot it would be to grip the podium edge as he rammed me mercilessly, again and again, until he exploded deep within my warm walls. How I would love to feel his cum trickling down my thighs and onto the boardroom floor for all to see.

Just a moment later, my phone dinged with a single message back from him. “Thank you,” was all it said and I knew then that he had blown his load right there at the podium while his video played just a few feet away! He told me later how hard it was not to make any noise when he came and how a few small grunts slipped out. He tried to cover it up with a cough to clear his throat, but he got a funny look from a couple of people seated in the front. If they had any idea what prompted those sounds they certainly didn’t let on. He also told me that it was one of the sexiest things we’ve ever done and one of the most intense, mind-blowing orgasms he’s ever had. After I completely distracted him from the butterflies in his stomach, he said the rest of his presentation was smooth sailing and a complete success.

I know how hard he works and how the pressures can add up. I know how hard you work too and how much your work must get to you. Is it the pressure, or maybe the repetition? Either way, your workplace can also be a play place. Sometimes you need a release. You just have to seize the opportunity…a lunch break quickie, a visit to the men’s room, secretary role-play, bending me over your desk or just balls deep fucking me in the supply closet. Maybe you prefer the copy room on top of the copying machine? You can be as quiet and as quick as you need to be. (Don’t worry, I know what to say and do!)

So, the next time you’re nervous about that big presentation, let me be your podium puppeteer. I’ll magically make your cock come to life, even with no strings attached.

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I love holiday weekends (or really any excuse to take a long weekend) and this past Labor Day weekend was definitely no exception. This year, I decided to spend the weekend visiting a friend in Utah. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and the views were stunning to say the least. Looking out, I was taken aback by the way I could see the mountains in all directions. A full panorama of sienna scenery surrounded us. As my time there went on, I became more and more intrigued by what lay just beyond the city. So the day before I was to head home, I decided to do a bit of exploring.

For my expedition, I chose to venture to Provo Canyon on a mission to see Bridal Veil Falls. My friend dropped me off and even snapped a quick pic for me to share with you before I ventured off. The weather was warm and the sun was out in full force, making it a pretty intense hike into the canyon. While certainly brutal at times, overall I found the heat itself to be somewhat cathartic (almost sauna-like with the dry mountain air). My short shorts and light summer top were fortunately just airy enough to let a slight cool breeze kiss my skin and keep the heat from becoming too overwhelming. The scenery itself as I moved deeper into the canyon also served to take my mind off the strenuousness of the hike. As I moved further and further in, I felt a sense of awe washing over me at what nature had created here. However, none of it prepared me for the breathtaking beauty of the falls themselves.

As I arrived at the falls, there really were no words to sufficiently describe their magnificence. Set among the dusty baked canyons, almost like a mirage, the falls showered clear crisp water down the side of the mountain. I could immediately feel the cool breeze and slight spray in the air as I marveled at the glistening wonder. As I began tentatively exploring, I found that while there were numerous people in the main area, just across the bridge however, there didn’t seem to be a soul in sight. I had found a private little nook away from the tourists and cameras and decided this would be the perfect spot to cool myself off.

In my little nook, water that had traveled from the falls flowed below me along a shallow area. Dipping my toe in a bit, I felt the chill of the icy water and found the surface beneath to be fairly smooth. Slowly, I stripped down, sliding off my skimpy shorts and lifting my light top over my head. Glancing around, I noticed that still no one had come along and discovered my little nook. Thus, I decided a skinny dip would be both exhilarating and save me from having to hike back with wet undergarments. So I slid my panties down and stepped out of them before unhooking my bra and feeling the sun beat down upon my bare glistening breasts.

Fully undressed now, I then walked leisurely along the water line until I came to a large, slanted rock that continued down into the water. Gently, I laid back on it, feeling the heat of it seeping into my backside as I slid my lower body a little further down into the soothing water. The combination of the heated rock and cool water was instantly relaxing. As I lay there watching the falls, I began to regret not having brought someone with me to share this experience. That’s when my mind began to drift to you. Lying there, I thought back to our last call. As my thoughts meandered, I could hear your voice in my head almost as clearly as if you had been next to me. Thinking back over our last experience together, I found my hand had unconsciously wandered down between my thighs.

A shiver of excitement ran through me as I realized, here I was, completely nude in this glorious (and very public) place, masturbating where anyone could stumble upon me. As I closed my eyes and arched my back, I let my thoughts return to you as I continued to pleasure myself. I delicately circled my clit at first, letting it swell and plumpen between my fingers and then sliding my fingers down to into my tightness. Again and again, I alternated this way, imagining your mouth on me and then your engorged cock inside of me. It did not take long for these thoughts to push me over the edge.

In a fit of glory befitting my surroundings, I came almost convulsively in a rolling orgasm of epic proportions. As the last shudder of ecstasy washed over me, I found I could barely lift my arms. The waves of pleasure that had riddled my body left me nearly unconscious, in a state of equal parts exhaustion and erotic bliss. It was one of the most euphoric feelings that I’ve ever experienced.

Perhaps it was the heat or the exertion from my hike, but personally…

I think it was all you, babe.