Still here. Hardly read, never post. But some of the posts I see out here make me want to come back and be here every day. Damn.

It's been ages and I'm dying to talk to you. Chat with you, the way we used to. Ignore everything else. I want you. I want to hear that voice again. I want to hear that sexy voice again, baby.

I want you. All over again.

I want you. Want to play with you for hours ( Read more... )

So you're at work today. You have lots to do, you have reports to submit, you have calls to attend. You start off with a phone call, at your desk ( Read more... )

Just think about it: my cock, hard and erect. Throbbing. Your cunt, wet and glistening. Empty. Oh so fucking empty that you just want to grab my cock and stuff it inside, filling that emptiness, into that wetness, filling you up all the way and making you feel so tight inside, so full, so full of cock so that you badly want to move and be fucked ( Read more... )

A mute fuck. That's what I'm talking about. No candle-lit dinners leading to soft kisses and slow love-making. Quite the opposite ( Read more... )

I need you to be the slut that you are for me. Need you next to me as we drive a hundred miles north, my fingers in you all the time. Feeling, fondling, caressing. Need you go down on me as I drive, your mouth covering my hard, throbbing cock. Need you going crazy as I bring you to the brink with my fingers, multiple times. Need you wet, soaking ( Read more... )

And restart. About time, too.

Damn, I'm horny.

It's been more than a year and lots of water has flowed under the bridge. Over it, too ( Read more... )