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I could not keep from smiling. I looked down the night misted road created by the hot summer sun cooled and fast moving cool front. A few times I had to shake my head trying not to believe what I had just done, it was just too unbelievable. Yet the proof was still running down my legs as I drove home as quickly as I could. The night breeze felt good against my skin and made my already sensitive nipples as hard as erasers, practically poking through my shirt. I realized then that the bra was left, discarded somewhere on the bathroom floor. My face turned flushed red and I could feel the heat burning my cheeks at the thought of being caught. I hoped he was smarter than I gave him credited for, but still my mind raced with excuses why my bra would be on her floor. Nothing I could think of sounded good and I just thanked God that I didn’t have to face her for a few days yet and hoped I could come up with some brilliant reason why by then, maybe I didn’t have to. I had to laugh out loud at my situation though.

The radio was blaring Kid Rock’s “Cowboy” and my heart was beating hard as I smacked my hand against my steering wheel, either from fear or satisfaction I couldn’t separate my emotions. My jean skirt wrinkled upwards as I pressed down on the accelerator, it was now high enough to allow the wind tantalized my senses. Only moments before these same thighs had one of the best sensations in the world of a lover’s lips caressing with kisses and licks. I ran my fingers from my knees backwards slowly feeling the traces of sticky wetness leftover from James, I let out a moan unconsciously. I continued to massage my thighs, rubbing his cum into my skin letting my fingers roam freely. I could feel my heartbeat pulse through my clit still swollen. His lips had formed tightly around it swirling his tongue and bringing me to a frenzied orgasm and I could hardly even brush against it without shivering now.

I had always been the good friend, the nice one, the virginal one, the one that went to church every Sunday and volunteered in the community, the one that everyone confided in, all that turned around in a single hour. My parents had raised me in a conservative but loving family where sex was something that was done in the dark after 10:00 pm when everyone else was asleep and done very quietly. But I had to admit I wasn’t quite, a few times I had lost completely control of myself and was screaming in ecstasy, yelling his name and begging him to go faster and digging my heels into him to make him go even deeper. It wasn’t that I was a virgin, but I always thought sex should be like the love scenes shown on the Lifetime channel, all fuzzy and sweet without sweat. I was taken aback when I screamed for him to fuck me faster, I couldn’t believe I was saying that until I heard my own voice. I was being a complete slut and I loved it!

As I brushed my hair back I could smell the sex on me, instead of being embarrassed about it as I usually would I reveled in it and I even licked the taste of his cum off my finger tips. I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was after all that I had done. Who would have guessed when I woke up this morning that I would be in this situation. I woke up this morning like any other Saturday, a nice long shower and running out to a local coffee shop to get a muffin and latte. I read my paper on the balcony waiting for the world to pass by my apartment before I started the day. I took an extra hour sunny myself pulling up my t-shirt up over my tummy and closed my eyes enjoying the warm summer sun. I was taken out of my daze by the phone ringing. My friend Amy had just bought a new house and was wondering if I’d come over to help put up new handles and fixtures in her outdated bathroom. Of course I said I would especially since I was the one to point them out in the first place. We had agreed with all the things both of us had planned that day that we’d meet around 7pm or so.

I hung up the phone and went about my day. I had put on my favorite jean skirt and a red button down shirt and sandals. Nothing special really. Being that it was a hot day I decided to wear my hair in a pony tail and my strawberry lip gloss. When I finally made it to Amy’s house I was a little late and she had already started without me. I could tell she was a bit upset but I knew as soon as we got it finished she’d be fine.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She said screwing in a chrome handle.

“Sorry I got busy running around and found myself way out on Kennedy Rd. But I brought my screwdrivers!” I said as I pulled two out of my purse. I was excited that I knew the difference between a Philips and a flat head.

“Well, because I didn’t know when you were coming I called James to come over to help. He’s going to be here like any minute now.”

“I said I’m sorry. Sheesh. You knew I would get here.” I shook my head and started rummage through her new collections of chrome plated fixtures. I wanted to kick myself for being late, actually for being late all the time.

Now Amy’s friend James was a bit more than a friend. Amy had been working on him for a few months now and from what she had told me slept with him a few times last month. I hadn’t met him yet but everyone who has told me he was damn fine, but then my preferences had always been somewhat different from my friends. I always liked the guys who had the polo shirts, crisp khakis and with short clean cut hair. I knew James worked in construction so I wasn’t so impressed. Boy was I ever wrong.

I thought my jaw had dropped to the floor when he came up to the door. He had dusty blond hair past his chin with I believe hazel eyes and well defined chest I could see even through his shirt. He smiled and I was ashes. I muttered a few words about Amy in the bathroom and I followed closely behind him. When Amy looked up I did the “okay” sign with my fingers. About an hour passed with me stealing glimpses as he drilled through the wall hanging the brackets to the towel rack, every once in awhile I swear he was looking back which only made me squirm.

I didn’t realize that I hadn’t gotten anything done and the screws that I did manage to get in weren’t holding up the handles. The screws that came with the handles were too small in diameter and fell through the wide holes created by the old fastener so when I grabbed the drawer by the handle it fell completely out. I looked over to Amy who had noticed my predicament and motioned to James to help. He walked over and brushed up against me as he studied the handle.

“You need some washers. And I’m thinking that you need some putty for the wall and more of these types of brackets.” He said holding up something in his hand. “I can finish up this side of the wall and she can finish those set of mall mounts there but in order to get the rest of this done, I’ll need to get the stuff. We can finish up tomorrow since it’s getting late.” He said to Amy.

“Oh I see.” Amy hesitated. “Couldn’t you get the things tonight?”

“It’s a long drive back and it is getting pretty late. If there was a Wal-Mart or something like that around here you can pick up the stuff and I’d be able to finish up most of the things and get it all done in about an hour.”

“Be right back.” Amy grabbed my arm and led me to hallway. “Listen I need you to run to the store and get those things. I can’t let him go home.”

“Ummm it’s not going to be a good idea. I’m not sure where it is or what I’m suppose to get.” I said truthfully.

“Uhh Naomi, come on. I don’t want him to go home!”

“Then you go. I’ll finish up the wall stuff on my side so when you get back here, there wouldn’t be a reason for me to stay. So you two can be alone.”

“Good idea. Whatever you do, don’t let him to go home.”

“Got it.

When Amy rushed out of the house with her list in hand I was actually relieved, then I didn’t know why but I was soon to find out. James and I made small talk about how we both knew Amy and things like that finishing up the few things that we could do. I sat on her vanity and watched him work as he talk about his work and such, but I don’t know if I even caught half the things he was saying. I couldn’t help but to stare at his body and the way his hands moved about.

“Could you come over here and hold onto this for a second?” he asked.

I was there in a flash. While holding up the bar as he measured the holes I don’t know why but I brushed back the hairs that kept falling over his eyes. He looked at me with his questioning eyes and all that I could do was smile. I realized then that my hand was still on his face feeling the stubble of his 5 o’clock shadow. He turned his head and kissed my palm. I felt the sensation rush from my finger tips to the very core of me. I sighed I think and he grabbed my face pulling me to a kiss. His mouth smashed against mine pressing my lips apart. I was completely absorbed in the kiss dropping the bar with a loud clang on the floor wrapping my hands around his neck.

He lifted me by my waist as I wrapped my legs around his hips. He laid me onto the edge of the sink. His mouth ravaged me, sucking on skin gabbing and pulling at my cloths. Wildly I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his muscular chest that felt so good against me. His hands quickly and frantically worked on my buttons until out of sheer frustration upon my behalf I just pulled it off myself. He pushed my body back slightly and looked over my chest as I unhooked my bra and threw it somewhere over his shoulder. He pressed his thumbs into my nipples then rubbed them in a circular motion before squeezing them roughly in his hands. His mouth returned to mine eagerly as he pressed his hips between my legs, I felt as though he was trying to absorb all of me into his body the way he held me so tightly. I loved the way his chest hairs tickle my erect nipples. When his pulled away from the kiss I tried to pull him back to me only to realize how much more I loved the feeling of his lips running down my neck passed my collarbone. He held one of my nipples in his mouth nipping at them. Working on my left breast he twirled his tongue in circles and I let out an uncontrollable moan and squeezed my thighs together. His mouth worked from one to the other. I leaned back onto my hands as he worked downwards kissing my stomach lingering on my navel, his strong rough hands running down my sides.

I pushed out my hips as his fingers hooked onto the waist band of my panties and slid them down my legs. He kissed the inner parts of my knees kissing his way up my thighs. He pushed up my skirt so that it was scrunched up around my waist. He was taking small bites that made me take quick breaths at each nips. He sucked on the soft skin just before my pussy so hard that there was a little pain. He gave quick but thick lick between my slit and I sucked in a fast breath. It was a wonderful torture. I opened my eyes as he continued to tease and lick to see myself reflected in the vanity mirror across from me giving me a full view of the entire act. I could see how I looked with my legs splayed apart with his head between my legs, my perky tits heaving with my nipples sticking out. I loved it. I loved how my tits looked right then, round and supple. When his tongue found my clit I started moaning so loudly. I couldn’t help it but to lean to one hand and squeeze my tit with the free one. It was incredible his wet tongue flicking away, switching from licking and sucking sending me to the brink.

“Yes! YES, suck on my clit baby. Make me cum! Yes!!” I couldn’t believe the words that were escaping my lips.

He heeded my words taking me ravenously. I could feel the building, the over all warmth starting to spread through my body. The small tremors that start in the pit of my stomach but spread out in waves to the rest of my being until I clench my teeth, my legs muscles tighten, my head tossed back and the fireworks go off and electricity flash through me as I scream. I couldn’t believe my orgasm, I let go of trying to be quiet, to be sweet but just let my orgasm take over my body. I didn’t care how I looked I just wanted to enjoy every moment of this sensation. As I started to recover, still trembling I could feel his tongue lapping up my juices sucking on my lips getting every drop of my cum. I was so hot that I knew I needed to suck on his cock right then.

I pushed him away from me to his surprise and pulled him up to kiss him. I could taste the salty sweetness of my own cum on his lips, I licked his lips and mouth sucking on his tongue. I could feel his bulge pushing against my thigh through his jeans. I ran my hand over it feeling the heat permeating through the material. I slid my hand into the waistband searching for his cock. The silky smoothness of the head was too much. I don’t know how I managed but in a single motion I had him in the position I was in and was starting to work to get his pants off. I ripped off his boxers and planted my mouth on his cock. Normally I would have taken my time and teased him but not now I desperately needed to suck his cock entirely. I took his shaft into my hands working his head into my mouth squeezing with just my lips and sucking deeply. I swirled and flicked my tongue all over, running my fingernails over his balls and giving them a light squeeze and massage. I started in an even rhythm getting as much of his huge cock into my throat as I could. It was difficult to get it all in my mouth, in fact I couldn’t breathe at all but my need to have him over powered me. His hand was in my hair running his fingers through as my head bobbed up and down his cock. I was moaning and humming when I got my first taste of his pre-cum. I worked harder now, knowing how good he tasted. All of a sudden the phone on the counter rang.

I looked up into his eyes with a mouth full of cock wondering what we should do. In a split second he picked up the phone and started to say something. I had half a mind to stop and let him talk but I wanted to taste his cum so badly. I licked his shaft and gave his balls a good tongue bath then continued to work the head of his cock between my lips again.

“Yes, those are the kind that you need to get. Uh… yeah…yeah..you can get that …uuh too. Ummm….just get anything. …okay …okay..see you in 15 minutes…” he hung up the phone.

I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips. I went to continue when he stopped me to my dismay.

“No baby I want to cum in your sweet pussy.”

He lifted me as if I weighed but a feather pressing against me with his cock. I spread my legs apart easily as his hands cupped my ass lifting me onto his pre-cum covered head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto his cock. He eased in, an inch at a time. I could feel the resistance of my pussy walls trying to accommodate his size as quickly as they could. Once I was down to the hilt I squeeze my pussy muscles tightly so that he could feel them wrapping around him. It was not a moment when he started to pump into my dripping pussy with his cock, trusting his hips into me. I was being impaled by his cock and loved every minute of it. I could hear wet sucking sound coming from my pussy as well as my screams of pleasure. It didn’t take long for me, I was so turned on that I came to my second orgasm immediately. I held onto as my body and spasmed in his arms.

“Fuck me James, fuck my pussy. Yes fuck me harder!” I scream.

He placed me onto the counter so I could lean back onto the wall so that he could have leverage over me. He placed his hands on my hips and fucked my pussy like no one else ever had. I tried to meet his trust, lifting my hips getting him deeper into me. I was shaking and trembling screaming unknown words as the first shot of cum blasted inside of me. He collapsed on top of me as streams of cum filled me. When he recovered he kissed my lips sucking on them. I was in pure ecstasy. That’s when I heard the squeaking of brakes. My heart stopped. His eyes were wide opened and I pushed him off of me. I grabbed my shirt and panties putting them on as quickly as I could, grabbing my purse on the way out the door.

Unfortunately as I was running to my car Amy was walking up the driveway. I tried to calm myself down as much as I could as we got closer.

“Hey thanks Naomi! I got some extra things to make it a much more interesting night.” She said pointing to the bag and walking pass me and smiling.

I continued towards my car. “Have fun!” I said before racing off.

And now I’m racing home to close my eyes and try to figure out what I’m going to do next. My cell phone rang waking me out of my flashbacks. The light on it made it almost impossible to ignore. I grabbed it quickly and answered, “ Hello.”

“Hey it’s me Amy. James just left! He didn’t finish it but just left. What happened?” she asked.

“wh… What do you mean?” I stammered.

“What happened while I was gone? He left here all flushed. I think he’s upset with me.”

“I..I..I don’t know…he was fine.”

“Hey by the way….did you forget something here?”

My heart jumped into my throat.

“I can explain that.”

“That’s okay I’ll just bring them to work on Monday.”

“Them?”

“Yeah your screwdrivers. I found them when I was picking up the bathroom. I put everything back in the boxes and straightened up when I found them. James left everything here, his entire toolbox.”

“Not everything.” I whispered. “Well I’ll talk to you later I’m really tired.” I said hanging up.

I could not get the ear to ear smile off my face as I fell asleep that night.

Just then the train whistle blows and the spell is broken. People begin to move toward the train and we are jostled apart. Looking quickly around me I find my bag and board the train. I move as in a daze to my seat and sit down. My hand still tingles where you touched it. The image of your smile, with those luscious, full lips, is seared into my brain. I look out the window as the train pulls away from the station and try to think of something else – my home, my family, where I am going. But it is of no use. I can only think of you. I raise the hand that you touched to my face and feel the tingle there. I see your legs again, your full breasts, and I drift into a daydream of what it would be like to hold you in my arms and kiss those sweet lips. As I fantasize about you, I become aware that the evidence of my thoughts is becoming more obvious. I shift nervously in my seat, suddenly thinking that everyone must see and know. I place my bag in my lap to try and hide my arousal.

As I look out the window again, I realize that night has fallen. Most of the passengers around me are asleep. In the reflection of the glass, I see you move by. At first I think it is merely my dream, but I turn my head and see that it really is you. You do not look at me as you walk by and I allow myself to watch you. I can see the soft curves of your body moving under your dress. The sway of your hips seem to invite me to follow and I know that I must. As you open the door to go into the next car, I rise from my seat and make my way down the aisle, still holding my bag in front of me, hoping everyone is asleep and that no one will notice.

I go into the next car, which is the dining car. I glance down the length of it. There are very few people there. My eyes search and find you. You are sitting alone at a table with your back to me. With my heart beating in my chest, I slowly walk towards you. When I am slightly behind you, I stop, afraid to go on, afraid not to. I stand there for a moment looking down at you. I do not understand why you do not turn, surely you can hear the sound of my beating heart. As I look down at you, I realize that I can see down the front of your dress. I am barely breathing, as I watch your breasts rise and fall with your breathing. My eyes linger on your smooth creamy skin. Being so close to you has drawn me into the spell again. The rest of the world has ceased to exist.

Finally sensing my presence, you turn slightly to look at me. Again my face reddens at having been caught staring. You catch my eyes and know where I have been looking. You smile. There is kindness in your eyes and just a hint of something else. The blood is pounding in my head. A part of me wants to turn and flee, but my feet will not move. I am frozen in place, helpless in your spell. Without saying a word, you gesture for me to sit. With great effort, as if in a dream, I sit down at the table across from you. You speak and the sound of your voice resounds in my head and throughout my body. It is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. You tell me your name. I look into the deep pools of your eyes, feeling them draw me in. My throat is so tight I can barely breathe. You ask me my name and I struggle to find my voice. It cracks just a bit as I speak and you laugh gently. That laugh echoes in my ears. It is actually even more enchanting than your voice. You reach across the table and touch my hand. But you do not take your hand away. You leave it there letting your delicate fingers linger on the back of my hand. My skin under your touch feels as if it is on fire. As I look into your eyes now, I see what else is there. It is a desire that matches mine. Without another word, you rise, take my hand and begin to lead me back to the sleeping car.

Hand in hand, we step out of the dining car onto the platform between the cars. The night air is cool and the sky is full of stars. I touch you, you turn to me. The edges of your hair glow in the moonlight. The wind blows it gently around your face. I place my hand along side your cheek. You tilt your head slightly and press against it. You smile and the invitation is unmistakable. Our bodies are very close together, almost touching. I see your breasts straining against the material of your dress and I notice that your nipples are erect. Emboldened by my desire, I pull you to me and kiss your delicate, succulent lips. Their moist softness makes me lightheaded, and as the train jostles us, we hold one another, bodies pressed tightly together. Wanting you to know just how aroused I am, I press my hips against you and you press back. Your lips part slightly and I slip my tongue in your mouth. The touch of your tongue ignites the flame of my passion. My hands begin to trace the soft curves of your body, moving down your back, brazenly across your ass, caressing the tops of your thighs, moving up again to touch your breasts through your dress. You moan deeply, but break our kiss and pull out of my arms. You are still smiling though, as you brush back your hair and smooth your dress. Then you lean close and whisper to me. I feel the slight brush of your lips and the heat of your breath on my ear. I am still feeling dizzy and slightly drunk with desire. At this moment I am completely at your mercy, so strong is my hunger for you.

Moving on feet I can no longer feel, my heartbeat ringing in my ears, my every nerve ending tingling, I follow you into the sleeping car. You lead me to your berth, slide back the curtain, and pull me in. Throwing your arms around me, you kiss me. Unable, unwilling, to contain myself any longer, I kiss you hard and passionately. Again my tongue pushes into your mouth, more forcefully this time, as my hands move feverishly over your body. The pent up passion I have felt since first seeing you threatens to burst forth and wash over us both like a raging flood. I find the zipper on the back of your dress and pull it down, letting my fingertips slide across your skin as it is bared. With one hand I pull the top of your dress forward off of your shoulders, while my other hand slides up your thigh, under your dress. Now the dress hangs loose on your body, your breasts are out of it, the only thing keeping it from falling to the floor is my hand, under it, on your thigh. I slide my hand down your thigh and your dress slides down your body until I pull my hand away and it falls. Now you stand before me wearing only your bra, your panties and your stockings. You smile lustfully at me, reach behind you, and undo your bra. As you pull it away and reveal to me your magnificent breasts, my body begins to tremble. I reach to touch them with shaking hands. They are so incredibly soft that I close my eyes so that I can sense them through my fingertips. I graze your nipples with the palms of my hands, feeling their wonderful stiffness. With a lust that consumes me like a wildfire, I lower my head and rub my face all over them. My lips move to your nipple and close around it. My tongue flicks the tip of it and rolls it around in my mouth. I begin to suck it, gently at first, then harder, pulling on it with my lips. My hand caresses your other breast and I pull its nipple with my fingers. Your hands are on the back of my head, holding me to your breast, while you roll your head from side to side and moan. As I feast on your breasts, my hands slide down your body, catch the elastic of your panties, and pull them down your legs. Leaving you with your stockings on, I pick you up and carry you to the bunk.

I carry you to the bunk and gently lie you down on it. I kneel beside you and begin to kiss your breasts, rubbing my face across them, feeling your hard nipples against my cheeks. I close my eyes and rub them lightly over your nipples, letting my eyelashes tickle them. You are moaning and your body rocks gently with the movement of the train. Fascinated, I watch as your breasts move. I reach out and place my hands on them, almost reverently. They are so incredibly soft and the contrast of their softness and the rougher surface of my hands as I slide them over you builds a heat. I can practically feel the sparks, as real as those that fly from the train’s wheels as it hugs the rails and carries us through the night.

I move you around on the bunk so that your legs are hanging over the edge. I lift your left leg and hold it beside my face. I kiss your toes; I kiss the bottom of your foot; I slide my cheek across the top of it, up along your ankle and the calf of your leg. Still holding that leg, I lift your right leg and kiss that foot and those toes and that ankle and that calf. I put your legs on my shoulders, slide my hands down your thighs, and gently part your legs. Barely breathing, my throat thick with desire, I gaze at your beauty. I can see your lips, glistening and parted. I can see the swollen bud that is your clit. My mouth waters and I know that I must taste you. I look into your eyes and see my answer there. Groaning in lust, I kiss my way down along the tender flesh of your inner thigh, moving closer . . . closer . . . closer. Finally, I reach out with my tongue and I slide it ever so slowly across your moist lips, from the bottom up to the top, drawing the flat of my tongue across your clit. Then, using just the tip, I begin to circle around and around. You taste so unbelievably wonderful!! I become lost in the wonder that is you. I know that the train could crash at this moment and still I would not move from where I am.

Time seems to stand still as I touch and taste the splendors of your body. Your wetness on my face, the sounds of your arousal inflame my passions even more. I kiss and lick and stroke – my entire being focused on bringing you pleasure. All of my senses are heightened and tuned to you. I feel the softness of your thighs against my face as your legs quiver around my head. I hear the soft sounds of your pleasure coming from deep within you and escaping your lips despite your attempts to quiet them. I breathe deeply of the scent of your desire, letting it fill my lungs with your fragrance. I drink in the essence of you, feeling it slide down my throat and spread your warmth throughout my body. Sensing your growing excitement, I concentrate on circling your clit. I flick it. I tease it. I pull on it gently with my lips. Your hips begin to move up and down on the bunk. You begin to catch your breath in gasps. My hands slide up to caress your breasts. Holding them, fondling them, as my tongue dips into you and slides over you and dances across you. Your hands are on the back of my head, pulling me to you, your fingers entangled in my hair. I know the moment has arrived. You tighten your legs around my face. You lift your hips up off the bunk. My tongue flies across your clit. My fingers pull on your nipples. At that moment, the train whistle pierces the night and your scream merges with it and echoes throughout the car and rings in my ears and sends a thrill to the depths of my being. I feel the crest of your orgasm peak and continue to lick, more gently now, as you slide back down. I lift my head and smile at you, more pleased than you can know that I was able to pleasure you. You put your hands on my face and pull me up to kiss me deeply and passionately. At the touch of your tongue on mine, I know that I can wait no longer. I stand up and begin to remove my uniform. You stare intently at me as each piece of clothing is removed, until, finally, I am naked before you.

I swing your legs up onto the bunk and move between them. My body is trembling, so great is my desire for you. I pause and look down at you. You are so very lovely. My breath catches in my throat. The moment for us has arrived. Knowing that the moment had arrived at last, I move my body over yours. You are so incredibly lovely, that I pause, and savor the anticipation. I am trembling with desire for you and every nerve in my body is stretched almost to the breaking point as I lower myself between your legs. Holding my breath, I touch your moist opening with the head of my swollen, pulsing cock. I watch, fascinated, as the drop of precum from the tip spreads across your clit, mixing with your wetness. Unable to wait any longer, and with an overwhelming passion stronger than any feeling I have ever known before, I put my cock against your lips and they open up and draw me in. Wanting this moment in time to last forever, I slowly push, sinking inch by inch, into the depths of your passion. You spread your legs wider, then wrap them tightly around me. Your hands touch my face and you pull my mouth down to yours. I kiss you long and hard and passionately. My tongue moves in your mouth as my cock moves in your pussy. I feel your lips grip my shaft and caress its length as I begin to thrust in and out of you. You move your hips to meet my thrusts. Our bodies slip easily into a rhythm and move as one.

A distant part of my brain is aware that the train is rocking on the tracks as it speeds through the night and that eventually it will reach its destination and we will part, perhaps never to see one another again. But for now, for this moment, all I care about is being with you like this. The intensity of the passion inside me begins to mount. I thrust faster now, pushing into you harder with each thrust. My balls are slapping your ass. I feel the tightness of your legs around me. I hear the sounds of your gasps and the wet noises of our bodies moving together in this most intimate of dances. My mouth moves from yours down to your breasts, where I kiss the soft flesh and suck on the hard points of your nipples. Then I lift myself on outstretched arms, throw my head back, close my eyes, and give myself over to the sensations building within me. From every part of part of my body, I feel the rush. My entire being is centered now in my cock, as I thrust harder and faster into you. You put your hands on my arms and your hips begin to buck. I know that you are feeling it too. Together, we are riding the tidal wave of pleasure that is about to break. Climbing ever higher, we finally reach the summit. For one incredible, delicious, instant we hang on the edge . . . then with the force of a thousand explosions, we cum together, crying out one another’s name. With a strength I didn’t know I have, I drive myself into you again and again, my cock throbbing and pulsing.

Your cries of ecstasy ring in my ears and my mind is flooded with images – of you standing on the platform with the sun on your hair; of your smile as I handed you your lipstick; of the sway of your hips under your dress as you walked past me on your way to the dining car; of my first glimpse of your breasts as I stood behind you and looked over your shoulder; of the lust in your eyes as you stood up and took my hand; of your nipples straining against your dress as we kissed in the moonlight; of that first breathtaking moment when I finally saw you naked before me. Now, the sight of your face contorted with pleasure and the blush that spreads across your breasts as you lose yourself in your orgasm is burned indelibly into my brain. I know that for the rest of my life, I will always remember what you look like at this exact instant.

Though it seems to last forever, gradually my orgasm subsides. Struggling to catch my breath, I slow my thrusts until I am still within you. Your body twitches beneath me and I feel you quivering around my still pulsing cock. I lay my head on your breasts and you cradle it there, your arms around me. Drained by the intensity of our pleasure, we drift together into a dream world of sleep.

From somewhere seemingly far, far away, the train whistle blows. I struggle to open my eyes and find that I am lying beside you and you are in my arms. The realization that I am actually with you nearly overwhelms me. I look and see the first rays of the sunlight from the breaking day streaming through the window. They dance across your naked skin and I touch you softly. You stir, open your eyes, look up at me, and smile. Then, almost immediately, there is a sadness there and I know you have realized what I have. Our time together is drawing to a close. We are arriving at our destination where we must part. The sight of my uniform on the floor reminds me of where I must go and what I must do.

Though neither of us wants to, we rise silently from the bed and begin to dress. The conductor passes by calling out the name of our station. The train begins to slow. We gather our things and make our way down the aisle to the door. As the train pulls into the station, I feel an ache deep inside me. We look at one another. You smile at me again. I put my hand alongside your cheek, caress it softly, then lean over and kiss your sweet lips tenderly. My lips linger on yours, as my mind imprints their softness and taste on my memory. I know that that kiss will linger on my lips for a very long time. Slowly, sadly, you turn to go and I watch you disappear into the crowd. I stand there for several long minutes, then turn to go in the opposite direction.

Later that night, I lay in my bunk on the ship that is taking me to war, and as I drift off to sleep, you fill my thoughts and I begin to dream . . .

Dress Nice

Think of going to a strip club as going on a date: you want to look your best for the girls. Shower beforehand, shave, and brings mints or gum. The dancers will thank you for it by getting a lot closer to you. If you want a lap dance, wear loose fitting clothing for both your comfort and the dancers: they’re not fans of jeans (especially zippers) and you’ll feel um, much better.

Bring Lots Of Cash

Strip clubs are a business: the girls are there to make money from you. Their earnings come from tips and they have to give a good portion back to the club. Bring ample cash for a good time but give yourself a limit. Most clubs have ATM machines available, but be prepared to pay surcharges and additional bank fees. Do not sit stageside unless you plan to tip the dancers on stage: it may result in a visit from a bouncer or club management.

Look, Don’t Touch

The big rule of thumb with exotic dancers is to follow, not lead. Do not touch them unless they give you the green light by guiding your hands. Strip clubs have a strict “touch and go” policy: you touch, you go. Additionally, if you are rude to a dancer, you could find yourself being thrown out by one of the guerilla guards. Be nice, and nobody gets hurt.

Don’t Expect Sex

Bad news: despite what you see on TV or see in porn flicks, you will not get laid at a strip club. There are perhaps a few exceptions, like if you’re an A-list celebrity or multi-millionaire. But if you are neither, forget it. Also: paying extra for the Champaign Room/VIP Room will get you some extra attention from a dancer, but not sex. Club owners do not want their establishments to be shut down for breaking the law. In fact, most clubs have surveillance cameras inside the rooms to monitor any illegal activity.

Be Assertive, But Polite

If a girl approaches you about a dance and you’re not interested, just be polite and say, “No thank you, maybe later.” Don’t try to keep talking to her for free. Allow her to find other customers who’ll pay for her company. Also, make a habit of tipping the girls you do like. Otherwise, word will spread quickly that you’re not a paying customer and trust us; you don’t want that kind of rep if you ever plan to come back.

Be Friendly With The Dancers

You don’t have to be completely silent while getting a dance. Talk to the girls and be charming – and respectful. They may be more inclined to get even “more friendly” with you. Another thing to do is ask the stripper about her past experiences – most of them have lot of interesting stories to share. You won’t get sex for asking, but it could mean extra time sitting with a practically naked girl.

Tip Everyone

If you want the best experience at a strip club, your best bet is to tip everyone there including the bouncer, DJ, and bartender. The bouncer could get you better seating, the DJ could direct the hottest girls your way, and the bartender may give you stronger drinks (well, maybe).

Timing Is Everything

The best time to go to a strip club entirely depends on what you’re looking for. If discretion is important, then you should go during off-peak hours: weekdays before 9. If you’re looking for the biggest and best selection of girls, your best shot is a Friday or Saturday night after 10pm.

And there you have it. Ready to go? Before you head out, check your local city paper or adult publication for special offers. But don’t forget if a club’s offering free admission, they’ll often get you on the drink minimum. One last piece of advice: the best rule of thumb in regards to gentleman’s clubs is to simply use common sense.

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Give the gift that keeps on giving – Sex Toys

Life is stressful as it is and adding relationships to the mix can play a very negative role on your anxiety levels, especially if you already have a habit of developing panic-stricken attacks when it comes to love and dating.

Over the last 10 years there has been progress in various therapies to help relieve the burden of anxiety. It is best that you try to avoid taking drugs to cope your dating anxiety.

Below are some dating anxiety prevention tips:

1. Instead of hiding your nervousness, admit it to yourself and your date.
Often times what leads to a major anxiety attack spawns from trying to keep your initial nervousness covered up. If your ’special someone’ comes into the room to see you then do not pretend your anxiety isn’t there. Simply say “I am sorry if I appear nervous, but I am very nervous right now”. Your date will appreciate the honestly and by telling him/her you’ll feel a lot better.

2. If you had an anxious episode during a date then afterwards do not beat yourself up worrying how you acted.
It’s best just to give yourself affirmations in a positive manner that helps you build confidence and do better the next time around by taking control.

3. In order to calm down each time you have an anxiety attack, simply walk away and breathe.
If you happen to be with your new girlfriend or boyfriend then by following my previous tip on being honest with them about your nervousness, and also let them know that you need a minute alone, walk outside, and breathe slowly until you regain composure. Before you know it, this simple technique will calm you down every time.

The heat is on. You can literally feel it arcing between you. Whether it’s an enticing stranger you’ve just met or a special someone you’ve been slowly getting to know, you’re aware that now is the time to take your connection to the physical level. You can sense that she’s about ready to hop into bed and you damn well know that you are. So how do you make this first time with someone new a glorious moment you’ll both fondly remember rather than a nightmare you’d just as soon forget?

The first thing to zero in on is attitude. What exactly is it you want from this coming sexual encounter — a lusty one night romp or the beginning of a longstanding passionate relationship?

There certainly is nothing wrong with a one-night stand. There is something extremely exciting about sex with a stranger, with absolutely no strings attached. Many women feel this way, not only men. What we all have to be careful about is simply using the other person, treating them as an object only for our satisfaction.

No one likes being treated as an object. No one likes being used for someone else’s purpose. Men typically use women as sex objects. But just as often women treat men as success objects. What does it mean to treat a person as an object? It means you use that person to get what you want without particular regard to what happens to them or how they feel. At one extreme you would not even care if you actually cause harm. More frequently harm is not intended, but the well being of the person you are using is of little or no concern to you. What is of concern to you is to get what you want, which in this case is sex.

When you want sex and you do anything necessary to get it you are using the woman as a sex object. You may lie and otherwise be deceitful about what is really going on. You may pretend to care or be interested in her, but all you really want is to get laid. After you get what you want, you disappear and she never hears from you again. You don’t call. You may not even say hello on the street. You may feel contempt or disgust toward her for having had sex with you. But this is really a disguised form of self-contempt and self-hatred projected onto women. It is very unhealthy and in the long run will leave you alone, lonely, bitter and cynical. This is hardly a prescription for happiness.

Quick sex between consenting adults is not about using each other as an object, assuming both of you understand what is happening, and no deceit is involved. We call this scenario “no-strings sex.” With no-strings sex, both parties understand that it is not intended that you will ever see each other again. You do not exchange addresses or phones or personal histories. This situation ranks high on the list of most common fantasy for both men and women. The sex may be extremely hot and passionate. Both lovers may feel an extraordinary freedom and be willing to let go completely, dropping their usual sexual shyness and restraint. Often they will experiment with and allow themselves to enjoy what they would only dream of doing, but never allow themselves to do with someone they knew or were in an ongoing relationship with. They may experiment with things they did not even dream were possible.

There are only two rules for no-strings sex. They are very simple rules. Rule #1: Mutual consent for everything is mandatory. By “mutual consent” we mean that all aspects of your lovemaking are agreed to by both. You meet together on the sexual playing field as equals. No one gets physically hurt. When your partner says “I don’t want to do that” or “stop, that hurts” you must stop instantly. This is where “no” always means no. Rule #2: Don’t try to find her later!

The other type of first time encounter is with someone with whom you intend to have an ongoing relationship. We will call this scenario “relationship sex.” With relationship sex, it is understood by both of you that there may be an ongoing relationship after the sex. In fact, it would be quite normal for relationship sex to take place after you have been seeing each other for some time. In this scenario sex is not the start of the relationship, but a deepening of it. It is also quite common for a relationship to start with a sexual encounter. If the sex rocks the earth, or even if it is just pretty good, you may want to go further into relationship to see if you can connect on other important levels and make something work together in the longer run. This could evolve into living together or even marriage.

The Rules

The first rule for no-strings sex also applies to relationship sex. 1. Mutual consent for everything is mandatory. In addition to this rule there are a few others to keep in mind. 2. Great respect is mandatory. 3. Great caring is mandatory. 4. Open, honest communication is mandatory. 5. Gentleness is used as required, and roughness is used as mutually desired.

The Rules

1. Mutual consent for everything is mandatory. If you do not both enjoy it, what is the point? Remember, we are not using each other, we are loving each other. It is certainly all right for one partner to try things because the other person likes it even if they don’t, but this is a gift freely given and cannot be required.

2. Great respect is mandatory. Respect implies that you are aware of what the other person wants. You are willing to discover what they are capable of and what their sexual limits are. Your lover may have been injured psychologically or emotionally from past relationships. In fact this will almost certainly be the case, almost everyone has had their heart broken at least once. At the extreme, they may have experienced sexual abuse as a child. They may feel insecure about their sexuality. They may suffer from low self-esteem as a lover. They may be quite inexperienced in sexual technique. You must be extremely patient and ever so sensitive to the messages they send out about how fast to proceed, what to do and not do. Talk openly to establish the boundaries of your sexuality. Then experiment to push back the boundaries at a pace you can both find comfortable and safe.

3. Great caring is mandatory. Love is always given and received as a gift. It has been said that there is no such thing as bad sex, that sex without love can still be great sex, but sex with caring adds a warmth that connects two hearts and souls together. This is sex beyond technique. Sex with caring leaves the lovers filled. Sex with love leaves the lovers overflowing. It is caring that moves sex beyond the physical to allow for the creation of a deeper spiritual connection. Most men want an emotional connection and most would welcome a more spiritual experience of sex, but they are afraid and they just haven’t learned how to do it yet. Most women quite frankly, require the emotional connection as the price of entry.

4. Gentleness is used as required, and roughness is used as mutually desired. With mutual consent anything goes. But it is usually best to start out with more gentleness and progress to more roughness only as you learn that she wants it and likes it. Many women like a playful roughness as long as they feels truly safe. But if you have not established a high degree of trust with her, roughness prematurely can end what could have been an excellent long-term sexually passionate relationship.

5. Open, honest communication is mandatory. Talk about sex. Tell each other what you like and dislike. A good way to do this is to always offer choices A and B and ask which she likes best. This avoids the damage to fragile egos that young men are so prone to when they are learning about a new lover. If a man hears, “I don’t like that” it is very easy for him to have his feelings hurt and this may cause him to withdraw, or get angry, or react in some dysfunctional way. But if you give your women, for example, the choice between fondling her breasts this way, or this way, and ask which is best, you will not have your feelings hurt, and you will quickly learn what she really likes. This is how a lover becomes a great lover.

Techniques & Sources

If you need to have your imagination stimulated to know what to try, read any of several great lover’s manuals available in good bookstores everywhere. Then use the A-or-B technique to find out about your woman specifically. Here are a few titles to look for. You can order these from our web site if you can’t find them in your local bookstore.

The Art of Sexual Ecstasy: The Path of Sacred Sexuality for Western Lovers by Margo Anand

How to Make Love All Night (And Drive a Woman Wild: Male Multiple Orgasm and Other Secrets for Prolonged Lovemaking) by Barbary Keesling

The New Male Sexuality by Bernie Zilbergeld

How to Overcome Premature Ejaculation by Helen Singer Kaplan

Once you’ve honestly considered your attitude you can move into the physical aspects of loving: like the setting, foreplay, afterplay and all the juicy bits in between. In the East there is a long tradition of the warrior lover — a man who has prepared himself physically, emotionally and mentally for the great and glorious battle between the sheets. This is not for dominating or defeating your lover but for skillfully bringing out the best in both of you so you can rise to new heights in your sexuality.

The idea of creating the right ambience for lovemaking may seem artificial or calculated, but there is an art to great loving and why not bring out the artist in yourself? A secluded place, candlelight, music, wine, food and clean sheets may sound like a trite scene from an old James Bond movie but they still hold true. Women love to be adored and creating a special place for loving shows that you care about what they want too.

It has become common knowledge that foreplay is very important in bringing a woman to sexual satisfaction. She takes longer to become aroused to the point where she can match you in intensity of desire. But what is also essential is afterplay. When you’ve come to a happy climax don’t just roll over and go to sleep or get up and go home. Even though your hormones may be telling you you’re finished, your lover won’t be. Take the time and make the effort to show your appreciation and caring through some tender cuddling and soft words or by sharing some food and conversation. You’ll benefit too from staying in love’s sweet afterglow.

Finally, it shouldn’t have to be said but it still does, always, always practice safe sex. Use condoms and dental dams until you are certain you’re in a completely monogamous relationship and you’ve both had AIDS tests. Remember good first time sex with someone means no one gets hurt, during loving or afterwards.

Published in Urban Male Magazine (UMM), Fall 1999