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over a year ago

Tony slouched into the kitchen with an enormous yawn and a stretch to match. He opened his cupboard and looked inside. He scratched his head, then turned and looked at me and at the remains of my breakfast on the table - a plate, a knife and two apple cores. He shook his head and slammed the cupboard door shut.

'So Tony boy, what's on today?' I smiled and gave him my best puppy dog eyes. I knew what was coming.

'For fuck's sake!' Tony said. 'Every day. Every day you nick my food.'

'It's no big deal. it's only a piece of fruit, Tony,' I replied.

'But you do it every day Sonia. Every single day!'

Tony opened the bread bin. Knowing it was empty, I winced.

'I'll buy you some more bread. And some apples. I'll just have a quick shower then pop to the shop.'

'I'm fucking starving and I have a class in half an hour. I can't wait for you to go to the shitting shop.'

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over a year ago

Tony leaned across the table, eyeballing me. He looked tense, angry. It didn't take a genius to work that out. He was right: I was always nicking his food. But I always replaced it. Mostly. When I had money. Okay, sometimes when I had money. My smile weakened. I wondered if I should cry.

Tony took a deep breath. He obviously wasn't finished. 'You'll not have time to go to the shitting shop, you'll be in the bloody bathroom, getting yourself dolled up for that fuckwit boyfriend of yours.'

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. As his voice grew louder and his face got redder, Tony's attention seemed to drift downwards. I felt like he was yelling at my boobs. That had never happened to me before. Well, not in a bad way like now.

Tony continued. 'You eat all my food and use up all my hot water and what do I get? I get to listen to you squealing and banging on the wall while you are fucked, licked and sucked by that dickhead. The sound you make, he must be taking you up the arse. Then he comes in here with his swagger and his utter twattery and he eats all my shit. Well any of it you haven't hoovered up. And when he's not eating my food or fucking my flatmate, he uses my hot water in the shower. It must take him ages to wash all your juices off his massive cock.'

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over a year ago

His words shocked me and they stung because they were true. I didn't know where to look and because he still appeared to be looking at my tits, I was compelled to look down.

I was shocked to see the front of his dressing gown had flapped open to reveal my flatmate's cock and balls. Shocked because he was completely shaved and I was awed at his throbbing muscle becoming erect, it's bulbous head as red and angry as Tony's face.

'Talking of massive cocks, I didn't know you shaved your pubes,' I said.

'Fuck!,' said Tony. He stood upright and pulled his robe together. This momentarily hid his cock from view but then it popped through the folds of terry toweling.

Tony broke the momentary silence.

'Well I'm not the only one with a wardrobe malfunction this morning,' he said.

I looked down and saw my left breast was completely exposed. Slowly, I covered it with my robe. I stood up and banged on the table with my fist.

'I'll know not to make you angry if this is what happens,' I said, indicated to Tony's now proud member. 'And you are wrong. Derek - my dickhead boyfriend as you call him - Derek has never taken me up the arse.' I pulled my robe closer, folded my arms across my breast, and stormed out off the kitchen with as much dignity as I could muster. Which wasn't much, but I think I just about carried it off.

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Standing in the shower I thought about Derek. He was in the year above me, doing the same fine art course at college. He was an intelligent artist and had an athlete’s body - big guns and a six pack - but as a lover he was insipid. He was dull and mechanical and every time was the same. I was sure he thought our sex was amazing, and I spent so much energy making sure it was great for him that it should have been mind-blowing. Nevertheless, it was always about him. And he would always wash himself immediately after. No snuggling in the smell of our ownn sweat. No sexy time in the shower. Just Derek scrubbing the sex off, cleansing himself.

Tony was a curious development. He was in Derek's year and I thought he was one of Derek's friends but they didn't seem to hang out at all. We had shared a flat, his flat, since the beginning of term, about a month. In the beginning we got on well and I thought we would become good friends. He made me laugh and I was in awe of the art he was creating. However it didn't work out like that. We hardly saw each other: I spent most of my time with Derek or my girlfriends.

I had come to see Tony as a bit of a freak. He seemed laid back but the food thing really wound him up. And the way he looked at me in the kitchen was pure animal lust. He wouldn’t dash off to shower after sex. And he wanted to fuck my arse. I wondered what that would be like. I might not let him do it but I bet I could get him to lick it. Sex with Tony would be filthy. And he was shaved too. What was that about?

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over a year ago

I stepped out of the shower and caught sight of myself in the full length mirror. I looked at the dark mound of neatly trimmed pubes and, running my fingers through the wiry hair, decided to shave them off. Back in the shower I grabbed Tony’s razor and shaving cream and set to work. Minutes later I was admiring my shaven haven in the bathroom mirror. I was excited by the smooth feel, excited by the look in Tony's eyes when he saw me naked. I imagined our hairless bodies slapping against each other, the smell of fresh sweat and sex as we tore into each other's bodies like frenzied beasts.

I decided that, after our kitchen encounter, Tony would most likely have had a wank. That could work to my advantage. I'd never seen him with a woman in the whole time I had known him, and given his reaction to one naked female breast, premature ejaculation was a distinct possibility, unless he had already dealt with it. Either way I decided We were going to fuck each other's brains out. Naked, I opened the bathroom door just as the front door clicked shut. Tony had left. Fuck!

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over a year ago

By lunchtime I was a sexually frustrated wreck. I was fine in the first tutorial but in my morning lecture the first slide was an image of 'Frau bei der Selbstbefriedigung' by Gustav Klimt. This sketch depicted a woman, eyes closed, legs spread, blissfully masturbating. Besides showing what could be acheived with a few pencil strokes, the joke was that there would be no masturbating in the afternoon's life drawing class. I spent the rest of the hour resisting the urge to finger myself while thinking about cocks and cursing myself for sitting in the front row of the lecture theatre.

Afterwards, sitting in the Wee Red Bar with the girls, there was lots of masturbation chat - where, when, how and who with. There was lots of hilarity and mock horror but I was too distracted by the need for someone or something to fill me up that I found it difficult to join in the fun. I was trying to decide whether I should go home and wait for Tony or maybe go to one of the nearby sex shops and buy a dildo and then go home and wait for Tony. The flat was only a five minute walk away and... Then it was too late. Everyone was getting up and leaving for life drawing class.

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By *ohn_1983Man
over a year ago

South of Norwich

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Life drawing class with Jim the coffin dodger. Wrinkly, decrepit old Jim was one of our regular models. Some of the others sniggered at the folds of skin on his arse cheeks but I thought he held himself with dignity and a twinkle in his eye. He was light on his feet and must have been buff when he was a young man. I would like to have met him fifty or sixty years ago. He would have given me a right good seeing to. What was I thinking about? It wasn't right fantazasing about Jim. He must be well into his eighties. I put that thought out of my mind. The old duffer would take my mind off sex. I could chill out and do some sketching.

We were last into class and had to split up to find seats. I found a seat near the back. If I decided to leave I could easily sneak out.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Our life drawing classes worked like this. The model stood or sat on a raised platform at the back of the studio with the students positioned round them in a semi circle. Students using easels sat at the back so as not to block the view. The model would do a series of quick poses to warm up then four or five long poses with short breaks in between.

In one first year class we were made to do a series of classical poses in shorts and t-shirts. Before we started the poses, there was much strutting about and showing off. Within minutes of starting nobody was laughing. Standing for ten minutes in a position designed to show off anatomical detail is a form of torture. Over the course of an hour, our bodies were bent and stretched in such uncomfortable and unnatural ways that even the most athletic members of our year group, myself included, struggled and much alcohol was consumed in the bar afterwards to wash away the aching muscles. Few wanted to repeat the experience and when it came to life drawing classes we all had respect for the models.

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over a year ago

When we trooped in, Jim was usually waiting up on the platform and, when we were ready, Jim would disrobe and take up his first position. On this day, Jim was missing. I overheard discussions of how he must be in hospital or dead. I took out my sketch pad and flicked through to my last drawing of the old man. He was standing in Michelangelo's famous David pose and, in my drawing at any rate, looked majestic and, well, alive. I hoped he was okay.

Miss Turner, our tutor, bustled in through the door at the back of the studio. The door led to a small equipment store where models could also disrobe or take breaks between poses. Miss Turner’s cheeks were flushed red and she looked distracted. She cleared her throat and apologised.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' she began, 'Unfortunately Jim, Mr Green, cannot be with us today. He is not ill and will be back next week,' Miss Turner said,' and the good news is one of our third year students has agreed to pose for you today. It is all a bit last minute and he is just getting ready in the back. Oh, here he is now.'

Then, out of the side room stepped Tony, bollock naked. He strode over to the raised platform and got himself into his first position. This was too much. My panties were soaked through and the object of my fantasies was standing naked in front of me. Me, and thirty other art students.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Tony went through a number of quick poses. This allows the artists to warm up their drawing muscles. I composed myself. Now the fantasy was reality I was able to block out my sex-crazed thoughts. After a couple of poses I was in the sketching zone. I was thinking only about line, shape and composition.

Most of Tony’s warm-up poses had him facing the back wall. He used it to lean against and it helped him give his back muscles more definition. Clothed, he looked thin, skinny even, but undressed it was obvious he was toned and muscular.

For the first long pose Tony sat on a chaise longue with one knee pulled up to his chest and the foot of his other leg tucked in underneath. One arm crossed his body and held his knee in place; the other rested on the arm of the furniture. Miss Turner adjusted the position of Tony's hands and feet until they were just so and then we began. I did a series of studies of his hands and feet until, after about forty minutes, someone at the front asked if Tony could change pose.

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over a year ago

Miss Turner called a five minute break. I couldn't decide if I should go and speak to Tony but in a flash Miss Turner was over to him. At first they appeared to be discussing the next pose but she was touching his knee, giggling, definitely flirting. The slut. I studied them intently, wondering what their connection was. They seemed to know each other. Tony didn't appear to know I was in the room. Bastard.

'Ok boys and girls, back to your seats. We are ready to start again,' said Miss Turner loudly. She made a couple of minute adjustments to Tony, an excuse to touch him, no doubt. He was standing facing me with his arms folded behind his head. He still had not noticed me. I started to draw again.

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By *j and c 2Couple
over a year ago

mullingar

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By *ohn_1983Man
over a year ago

South of Norwich

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By *lim_jim1964Man
over a year ago

peterborough

Great thread ?? ??

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

We had been drawing for maybe fifteen minutes when it happened. The boy next to me was trying to get something out of his his bag, a big rucksack. Somehow he managed to knock over his easel. It clattered to the floor. I helped him pick it up along with all his pencils and other materials. When I sat back down Tony was looking straight at me. I looked straight back at him and licked my lips. I adjusted my seat, moving it away from the easel, so he could see my legs. I undid the top two buttons of my cotton shirt and bent forward, giving him a glimpse of my breasts. I put the end of my pencil in my mouth and put down my sketching pad. I sat back upright, hands on thighs. I could see the mixture of fear and pleading beginning to appear in Tony's eyes. From my mouth I took the pencil and ran it slowly down between my tits. My heart pounded and my pussy tingled with excitement. I licked my lips and spread my legs as wide as I dared. My denim skirt rode up around my legs. Inside my sodden panties my pussy pulsed with excitement.

Tony looked pained. Looking down his body it became obvious why. He had not moved a millimetre but his dick was repeating the trick from this morning, slowly bobbing and growing ever upwards. I smiled and winked at him.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Erections do happen in life drawing classes. We were told the etiquite is to ignore them and they would usually go away. We had heard stories from other year groups but it had never occurred in any of our classes. Most of our models had been women so most erections would have occurred in the pants of the male art students, and old Jim was more likely to pop his clogs than pop a woody.

Now there was frisson of excitement in the studio. There was shuffling of seats, the quickening of pencil on sketchpad and the murmer of words spoken hurredly under breath. Tony's erection was now rock hard and as the minutes passed it showed no sign of abating. Tony was standing stock still and I could tell from the flickering of his eyes he was taking in every inch of my body and mentally removing the few clothes I was wearing. At least, that's what he told me afterwards. I had a deep urge to rip my clothes off and let him have me right there. I had to dig my fingernails into my thighs to stop myself and this excited my flatmate more. I ran my fingernails up my thighs and pushed my skirts up another few centimetres.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I took my sketchbook from the easel and rested it on my lap. I pretended to draw with one hand and slid the other down the front of my skirt. I pulled my panties to the side, more so Tony could see my shaven snatch but also for the thrill of exposing myself in front of my unsuspecting classmates. I gave up pretending to draw and undid another shirtbutton. Hand cupped my breast, fingers explored my areola, nails teased my nipple. Under my skirt I had two fingers sliding inside me, my thumb kneeding the nub of my being. I was about to explode in a clitoral orgasm and Tony looked like he was ready to cum, probably all over the front row. It would have been embarrassing at least but I couldn't think of a way to stop.

'Okay folks, that's all for today,' shouted Miss Turner. 'Thankyou to our model for today. It's been an, uhm, uplifting session.'

That kinda kills the moment, I thought and quickly rearranged myself.

There were a few laughs and a round of applause. Tony looked directly at me and took a short bow. He picked a towel up from the floor and used it to hide his nakedness. Miss Turner was right over to him. She bustled him into a robe and led him out to the side room. Was I imagining the sexual tension between them? Was Miss Turner behind the door fucking my flatmate? I had to know what was going on in there.

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By *aidbackcpleCouple
over a year ago

nr stockton

More please xx

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

This is beautifully written erotic literature and I can’t wait to read the next chapter

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I pretended to check my phone while my classmates packed up around me. The seconds and minutes dragged by. After what seemed like centuries, but was more like three minutes, the studio was empty, the last three or four stragglers pushing their way out through the big double doors. I sauntered over to the side room door. I was going to walk in and catch Tony and my tutor in the act. I would act surprised, and then what? Tear off my clothes? Offer myself up for him to use as he pleases? Scream? I took a deep breath and grabbed at the door handle.

The door opened revealing a fully clothed Tony, rucksack slung over his shoulder and clutching a wad of tenners. 'Coast clear?'

'Just about,' I replied. 'Where's...?' I peered behind him, looking for a naked thirty-something art tutor. All I could see was a metal frame shelving unit stacked with paper and art supplies, an old wooden desk and a small stool. The room was small and narrow, more of a cupboard really.

'Fancy a drink? I've got the cash.' Tony waved the notes in front of my face.

I saw, round the corner in the room, another door. Miss Turner must have paid Tony and left him to get changed. Of course that's what happened. Not everyone was a sex crazed loon. But I was. I grabbed Tony's balls through his jeans. With my other hand I took the money from him and threw it to the floor. Then I guided his now free hand down to my still pulsing hot pussy. I said, 'I've got something else in mind.'

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By *lim_jim1964Man
over a year ago

peterborough

Great thread ?? ??

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By *kivi Bi MaleMan
over a year ago

North Shields

More please

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By *eed AttentionMan
over a year ago

Oxford

Lovely. Reminds me of my own life modelling days

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

'I wonder what that could be?' replied Tony.

I shoved him back into the room and kicked the door shut behind me. Tony shoved me back against the door, pulled my hair back and kissed, bit, licked my neck. I fumbled with his belt, tore at his buttons and released his throbbing, hot cock. I lifted a leg, opening the smooth, shaven lips of my burning desire. I guided him to the entrance and our eyes locked: he pushed slowly, gently, deliberately and filled me up. Oh, how I wanted him in me. My head swam.

'Tony, oh fuck me, Tony!'

I didn't need to tell him twice. I gasped when he grabbed my leg under the thigh and lifted it higher. I threw my head back and hit the door when he grabbed my other leg and lifted it off the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and whimpered in pleasure when he grabbed my buttocks and pushed himself deeper. His thrusts hit my G-spot and shuddered my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I experienced the most delicious orgasm. I dug my nails into the back of Tony's shirt and I panted, 'Just come in me. Fill me with your cum'.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Thankfully Tony had other ideas. He withdrew and let me down. With cramped legs I could barely stand and I dropped to my knees.

He growled at me, 'You eat everything else of mine. Now swallow this.'

I hungrily took the head of his cock in my mouth. I could taste my own citrus sweet juices mingling with his fresh sweat. I looked up at him looking down on me bobbing his cock in and out my mouth, saying my name in rythm with his thrusts. I licked his shaft up and down, touching the wet folds of my love to let him know how much I was enjoying giving him my sex. His cock pulsed and salty goo hit my tongue. I popped his cock out of my mouth and let him finish off on my face.

'That tastes so good,' I said, licking cum from my lips. And it did taste good and felt even better, knowing how much I had turned him on, turned me on more.

His pearly liquid dripped down my neck and front, soaking into my shirt and bra. Tony squirmed in delight. 'Oh fuck, that's incredible,' he said, while I continued to squeeze his shaft and licked the last drops of cum from his cock. He was still hard and I reckoned he would be ready to fuck again in a minute.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

'Let's continue this back at the flat,' I said. I rubbed his cum into my neck and chest, like moisturiser. 'It's supposed to be good for skin. Tastes good too. What do you eat, Tony?'

'Anything you haven't snaffled,' he replied, picking ten pound notes up off the floor.

When we were ready to go I peered out into the studio. Empty. I ran and grabbed my bag and sketch pad, then, grabbing Tony by the hand, we walked quickly out of the studio, through the art college building and out into the fresh sunshine.

I pulled him close. 'I don't think I'll make it home before I need your cock again.'

'Come with me.' He pulled me round the side of the building to a small car park.

'You want to do it here?' I asked.

'You have a filthy mind.' He nodded behind me. 'Scooter. Get on.'

Tony took out a helmet from inside the seat and thrust it into my hands.

'Put this on,' he ordered.

Gingerly, I climbed on behind him and put my arms around his waist.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Above the engine, he shouted 'hold on!'

I yelped as Tony sped out of the car park and into the Edinburgh rush hour traffic. We zipped through the slow moving cars. At the Lothian Road junction The light was turning from amber to red. Tony floored the machine and drove straight through. I closed my eyes and screamed. I fully expected to die. I tightened my grip around Tony and when at last I opened my eyes, we were either still alive or else heaven looked just like Bruntsfield Road. We shot passed The Meadows and turned right into our street. Tony parked up right outside the door of our tenement. He was off the scooter in an instant, then helped me climb off. He pulled off his helmet.

I slowly took off my helmet and put it back into the storage compartment. I shook my head to sort my hair out and I ran my fingers through my shiny locks.

'I didn't know you had a bike,' I said.

'I didn't know you had a pussy until this morning. Get off so we can get upstairs and, er, get off.'

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

He pushed me over to the door and as he fumbled for his keys. Once inside we ran up the stairs to our flat on the second floor. More fumbling with keys while I fumbled with Tony's trousers again. We tumbled through the door, stripping each other and leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the living room.

Tony pushed me onto the sofa.

‘I want you to do everything to me,’ I panted.

He licked his lips and knelt down between my legs. Gently, he licked, kissed and caressed my inner thighs. Taking his time, he gradually moved to my outer lips. He made me groan with pleasure with his tongue, his fingers, his nose.

‘Don't stop. Don't stop,’ I whispered, clasping his head between my thighs and pushing myself into his face. It was bliss.

At last he turned his attention to my bud. Taking it gently between his teeth, he used the tip of his tongue to play with it. Then he started to suck it while using two fingers to find my g-spot. It was too much and I tried to push his head away but he resisted and I had no choice but to give in to this master of pleasure.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

When Tony eventually came up for air I wawas a trembling orgasmic mess. He stood before me, his glistening, proud cock in hand, my juice all over his face.

' What are you going to do to me?'

' I'm going to come over your magnificent boobs, but first I want to see your arse. Turn round.'

Kneeling on all fours on the sofa, I spread my legs and touched my sopping wet pussy. I looked over my shoulder and winked.

'it's all yours, baby.'

The words had barely left my lips before Tony shoved his rock hard cock into my wet hole. He grabbed my hips and went to work on me. I reciprocated by pushing back onto him and we built up a steady fuck rhythm. He called out my name and told me he loved my apple round arse - and who wouldn't, it is gorgeous - and he slapped my arse which I liked and told him to do it again. When we finished, my knees were red raw and my arse was well skelped. But that was later.

Tony turned me over again and we fucked face to face. I rubbed wildly at my clit and when the orgasm came, it was furious. My whole being shuddered and I roared in ecstasy.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Next thing, Tony had his cock in my mouth. I gazed into his eyes, twirled my tongue around his helmet and slobbered as I took almost the full length in my mouth. I set to work, rubbing and teasing his balls with one hand while working his cock with the other and my mouth.

He stroked my hair. ‘Good girl,’ he purred.

He must have known I was totally spent. With his cock in my mouth, he played with my boobs, teasing my nipples - as hard as his cock - with his sticky fingers. Then he slid his balls down my chest and pushed my tits together, trapping his hardon between them. Sweat, saliva and our sex juices made it easy for Tony to ride my tits. It made me feel filthy but in a good way. I felt even filthier when, moments later, he unleashed a torrent of cum onto my willing body for the second time that afternoon.

We lay spooning on the sofa, Tony idly caressing my cum-covered tits and listening to each other's breathing and heartbeats. I dozed off and woke up, minutes or hours later, I'm not sure, with Tony asleep but with an erection pushing into the small of my back.

"It's going to be a long night," I thought, shifting my body up and snuggling my bum against Tony's cock.

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

Absolutely fantastic

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Can’t wait to read more

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By *0 Shades of RedCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Excellent stuff ….

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By *lim_jim1964Man
over a year ago

peterborough

Great thread

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By *oedipperMan
over a year ago

Ashbourne

Excellent, keep it up please, great read.

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By *akedMMan
over a year ago

Witney

Wow what a great read

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By *akeb7722Man
over a year ago

weston-super-mare

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By *ohn_1983Man
over a year ago

South of Norwich

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Please continue

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By *kpiercedCouple
over a year ago

walsall

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By *j and c 2Couple
over a year ago

mullingar

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over a year ago

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By *hrisukbishareCouple
over a year ago

Edinburgh

Fab erotic storytelling.

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By *eed AttentionMan
over a year ago

Oxford

Very nice stuff

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

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By *eterpervisMan
over a year ago

back where i came from

Fabulous

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By *atesey68Man
over a year ago

audley

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Thanks all for the positive feedback to the story.

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Please publish more

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Fabulous OP

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *lderWiserNowMan
over a year ago

Kettrin

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Is that the end or is there more to cum?

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By *elgaWoman
over a year ago

northallerton

Wow

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Brilliant story. Love even better that I know the streets and can visualise that too. Just adds to the picture painted ' no pun intended

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By *ust MikeMan
over a year ago

Yaxley

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