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A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »


A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »


A Fun Night

Two lovers come home. "Note: I've been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn't the best, right now I'm working with MS Works, hopefully I'll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy..." --------------------------------------- As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

“Note: I’ve been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn’t the best, right now I’m working with MS Works, hopefully I’ll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy…”

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As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra. Read more »


A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »


A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »


A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »


A Perfect Star Ch. 01

A #3 fantasy. The camera pans up her legs. She's wearing heels, normally nothing special about that, but this is her trademark, those heels. Her skin is smooth, glowing with health and a light coat of oil, rubbed lovingly in. The oil is exotic, smells of musk and flowers, she buys it from a man in Turkey, the cost is excessive, but she can afford it. There are no blemishes, no scars, no marks on those perfectly toned legs. Dancer's legs, they call them. She's leaning on a balcony railing, her long muscular legs spread wide for the camera, for the audience.

The camera pans up her legs. She’s wearing heels, normally nothing special about that, but this is her trademark, those heels. Her skin is smooth, glowing with health and a light coat of oil, rubbed lovingly in. The oil is exotic, smells of musk and flowers, she buys it from a man in Turkey, the cost is excessive, but she can afford it. There are no blemishes, no scars, no marks on those perfectly toned legs. Dancer’s legs, they call them. She’s leaning on a balcony railing, her long muscular legs spread wide for the camera, for the audience. Read more »


A Fun Night

Two lovers come home. "Note: I've been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn't the best, right now I'm working with MS Works, hopefully I'll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy..." --------------------------------------- As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

“Note: I’ve been an anonymous fan of this site for some time, it was only recently that I became interested in trying to write a story of my own. Any comments/Helpful hints you have will be very much appreciated. I know the spelling isn’t the best, right now I’m working with MS Works, hopefully I’ll be able to get office xp or something soon. Hope you enjoy…”

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As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra. Read more »


A Perfect Star Ch. 01

A #3 fantasy. The camera pans up her legs. She's wearing heels, normally nothing special about that, but this is her trademark, those heels. Her skin is smooth, glowing with health and a light coat of oil, rubbed lovingly in. The oil is exotic, smells of musk and flowers, she buys it from a man in Turkey, the cost is excessive, but she can afford it. There are no blemishes, no scars, no marks on those perfectly toned legs. Dancer's legs, they call them. She's leaning on a balcony railing, her long muscular legs spread wide for the camera, for the audience.

The camera pans up her legs. She’s wearing heels, normally nothing special about that, but this is her trademark, those heels. Her skin is smooth, glowing with health and a light coat of oil, rubbed lovingly in. The oil is exotic, smells of musk and flowers, she buys it from a man in Turkey, the cost is excessive, but she can afford it. There are no blemishes, no scars, no marks on those perfectly toned legs. Dancer’s legs, they call them. She’s leaning on a balcony railing, her long muscular legs spread wide for the camera, for the audience. Read more »


A Day In the Life Of…

A day in the life of a public urinal. I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed -- but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I've only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I'm open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time -- and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum.

I may not be as clean and wholesome as the gents in the Hilton or the Savoy, and my clients may not be so rich or well-dressed — but I guarantee that I see things that they never see, well, hardly ever see, anyway. I certainly bet that more sperm is washed down my drains than in the Hilton gents, because although rich men undoubtedly wank just as much as, if not more than, the worse off, most of them seem to choose to do it in private and so if they do it in the gents, on the whole they jerk themselves off unseen to all in the cubicles. I’ve only got four stands but I can boast that for nearly half the time I’m open I can watch at least three erections being stroked at a time — and at busy periods not only are there four, but several others are waiting their turn, some bulging inside trousers, others sticking out of unbuttoned flies, dripping precum. Read more »