Stackeydreams
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StackeyDreams.....of Teasing Even MORE 2 :)
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Big squishy booby HUGZZZZ!
I just want to say that you are beautiful... mind, body and soul.
Your stories and pics have been so sensual and engrossing.
From the first word, I can't stop reading... and every link MUST be clicked with anticipation.
Really beautiful work, Miss Stackey!
I just want to say that you are beautiful... mind, body and soul.
Your stories and pics have been so sensual and engrossing.
From the first word, I can't stop reading... and every link MUST be clicked with anticipation.
Really beautiful work, Miss Stackey!
Stackeydreams
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OK!!!! Back to the coffee shop! A few pages back I had posted this series of Photos with a short story to accompany them. 
I challenged you fellow dirty minded, gifted friends of mine to write an ending......or a 'what happens next" scenario with a min of 800 words (was trying to inspire some thought)
I was thrilled to see some great endings come forth! I will now post them.......
IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY WERE RECEIVED. They were all soooo incredible!!! And I really appreciate you guys taking the time to do this. It was really fun to see what different ideas there were.
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Ending #1 BY Wilderness
The walk to your car felt surreal. After our long, on line, two dimensional friendship, seeing you in the flesh feels intimidating. Sure, I can carry on a coherent conversation and act natural. But inside, my heart races from being so close to the beautiful woman I’d seen naked in so many pictures and videos. It’s hard to put the real you and the Literotica you together in my head. What to do with my physical desire seemed unanswerable. The camel toe you flashed in the restaurant and that grin, seemed to indicate your wiliness to somehow further our physical relationship, or you’re just a tease. I hope for the former.
The beep of your car doors unlocking brought me out of my reverie.
As I slid into the passenger seat and you into the driver’s, you ask, “So, where can I take you?”
I bit my tongue. The first thing that came to mind was, ‘the back seat’.
Gathering my wits, I came up with another idea. “I’m really tired of sitting. Is there a place we can go for a walk?”
“Really?” you say. “It’s cold.”
“I’m dressed for it. You’re dressed for it. We’ll walk fast.”
It was a great idea! We can’t get into too much trouble fully clothed, outdoors, in 25 degree weather.
Starting the car, you smile warmly. “I know just the place.”
As you concentrate on driving, I have the chance to nonchalantly take you in, along with the scenery. In the enclosed space, your scent teases my nose.
“You smell very nice, Ms. Weaver. What is that?”
“It’s my body spray, Tease.”
“How appropriate.”
“I know,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road, giving me no indication of your motives. “And don’t be so formal. You can call me Dreamy.”
I can’t tell if you’re kidding.
A lake appears on our right. Soon, you pull into a parking lot and turn off the engine. “Here we are -- the lake walk. Up and back should take about an hour.”
Glad for some physical exertion, I get out and jog around to your side. When you get out, I automatically take your arm and we start off.
“This is a beautiful spot.”
“You should see it in the summer when there are boats and people… and it’s WARM.”
True, the place is deserted. No one else is foolish enough to be out walking. The faster we move the harder the wind hits our faces. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Frostbite is a real possibility.
I put my arm around your shoulders and pull you close and snug.
You audibly inhale, and say, “You smell good. What is that?”
I tip my head against yours, and say, “I’m glad you like it. I know from your online posts, it’s important how a man smells. This is just my natural body odor.”
Your arm slips under my coattail and you pinch me. “Liar.”
“Guilty.”
“I know you are.”
“No, I mean that’s the cologne, Guilty by Gucci.”
“Oh.” You sniff longer, pressing your cold nose against my neck, making me shiver. “I love it.”
“I was hoping you would.”
We walk another hundred freezing feet, when I step in front of you and block the wind.
“How’s that? I’ll be your wind man.”
“Much warmer, just don’t break wind.”
“Funny, Dreamy.”
“This makes it harder to talk.”
Turning around, I walk backwards. “How’s this? The view is better this way.”
Your cheeks are already too rosy to know if you blush, but the smile is killer.
The trouble with walking backwards is you can’t see trip hazards. I found one. And as I stumble and start to fall back, you grab my coat. Physics takes over. My momentum and mass is no match for your reverse pull. But instead of giving up, you fall down on top of me.
Laughing together, faces inches apart, I succumb to temptation. My hands cradle your cheeks and I kiss you -- just a friendly, couple-of-seconds, closed mouth smooch. I am so glad you didn’t slap me when I pull my head back to see your reaction. In fact, the look in your eyes told me you weren’t repulsed at all.
Then, the strangest thing happened; you cupped my face between your hands and kissed me better than I’ve ever been kissed at 25 degrees. It suddenly felt like summer.
You poke my stomach on the way to your feet. “Thanks for breaking my fall. You make a nice, soft landing pad.”
“Hey, I’m not soft! It’s just all these clothes. But you can fall on me anytime. I just may not let you up so fast next time.”
“Oh really.”
I take your outstretched hand, and you help me up. Emboldened, I pull your hand until you’re against me, looking up. My other hand is on your back, holding you in place.
“Just try me.”
We stare at each other for long seconds. Then we laugh together at our serious foolishness.
Taking your hand, I turn toward the car. “We should head back. I need to pick up my rental car at the hotel.” I start to jog, and you keep pace. It’s much warmer with the wind.
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Ending #2 By Dogwatch
Grinning the wide smile of a boy waking on Christmas morning, I walk with you to your car. The excitement of seeing you in person, in the flesh so to speak, had not worn off. It wasn't dulled by banter at the coffee house. On the contrary, I felt like I fell into the bright pools of your eyes and instead of drowning I was refreshed by their energy.
The grin started the moment I saw you and of course it was fueled by seeing the gift wrapped present you flashed at me when standing up from the table. Yes I was grinning, energized with nervous energy, so much so that I did not even notice the 25 degree temperature or the biting wind.
We arrive at your compact red car (insert proper car description) and I slide into the passenger seat. You slip into the drivers’ seat next to me. With a twist of the key the engine briefly complains then sputters to life. As the chilly defroster made its initial attempt at clearing the frozen windshield I turn to you, placing my hand on your blue clad leg just above your knee. Encouraged, I can feel your warmth and I stammer, "I... I have seen the city my Great Aunt's family lives in. I..." I wait, wondering if I conveyed my meaning or if I fell short.
You smile and tilt your head, not a reply but a prod to continue. Some things should be said and not simply implied so I continue, "Uh, what I'm saying is I would love to spend the next 2 hours being with you and seeing the city. But as I said, I've seen the city so I... We... My hotel is only 15 minutes from here and we... I'd like to spend the time being with you, not seeing the city."
Your smile broadens and I know I didn't overstep. You say, "me too." And lean forward and kiss me, the first of many electrified kisses. Then you pull back and say, "Let’s go" as you skillfully guide the car into traffic.
I hold the door to the room open and follow you in, dropping my suitcase in the floor. The door barely closes as I move to you. Again, I taste the coffee on your lips and our tongues greet each other.
Now my hands, which can't stay still, embark on journeys of their own, traveling down your arms and then up, visiting your elbows, the small of your back, up your spine, your shoulder blades, your shoulders, your neck. The first sojourn is over your blue sweater but on the round trip they detour under all knitting, all fabric. My fingers and palms drink in the warmth of the smooth skin of your back. Then they rise again to trace your spine, your sweater, a boat rising with the movement of my arms, rising with the tide of my desire. Your arms embrace my neck allowing free passage for hands and garments. Then up and over your head they go.
I'm not sure how, but it feels like I'm still grinning as I kiss you. Did Valentino grin like a little kid? Did Casanova? Well I think screw them, I have you now and grin or no grin my mouth wants, my mouth needs to explore, to worship. Moving down your neck my lips find the nape of your neck. I kiss and lick as you murmur something.
My hands find your breasts. Those beautiful breasts I have seen pictures of, I now have in my hands. I was hard before but now my rod throbs to be released. I move you to the back of the hotel comfy chair. It sits there wearing a dull gold and green pattern, facing the small circular table with no less than 3 magazines filled what to see in town, what to eat in town. No mention of you, but that is exactly my tourist's desire, to see you, to eat you, to have you, and the first stop is over the back of this bored gold and green chair.
You stand at the back of the chair. I hear you comment about the comforter in the bed. I tell you it won't be jealous for long, but first we must entertain the chair, I whisper in your ear that I must entertain my desire to have my hands on your ass. You nod and I continue to describe what I want to do with my mouth. To kiss your ass, to bite its cheeks, give it a spank and kiss your pussy, plunging my tongue deep into your warmth. To have my fingers and lips play in your treasure.
You nod assent, and I do what I said. What I said and more as you bend over the chair back hands with white knuckles gripping the chair arms, growls of an animal deep in your throat.
Then my right arm takes your legs at your knees sweeping you up into my arms. (Yes I can easily do this. It happens all the time in my fantasies.) Strands of your hair stick to your glistening face and our lips embrace once more. I easily move to the bed, bidding fair well to the chair, now happier to have had matching dimples forced into its fabric arms. I toss you down and you bounce on the feather comforter. You stare up at me, your cheeks flush, your eyes piercing me. What are they thinking?
I do not know as you are content to lay back and watch. Watch as I up button my shirt and playfully toss it up into the air. I parachutes open and slowly descends over your bare chest and face. You laugh, a clear and joyful noise, and throw the shirt aside. You are too hot to be covered and you want to watch as I continue my disrobing, a slow striptease by an old clumsy, white guy who clearly lusts for you. I have no brass pole to dance around but I unzip my pants to reveal what I do have for you.
Now you grin.
Once fully unencumbered by cloths I pull down the comforter. You lift your butt to help, or are you taunting me with your pussy, grinning at my hard cock waving above as I move.
I lay down and finally we embrace. Bodies intertwined in the full embrace of two hungry lovers. There is no me and you, there is only we. I do not end and you begin, we are one, together, united. We moved smooth like mercury from one position to the next. Our bodies like two powerful cats, predators hunting carnal knowledge. Atop, beside, over, under, upright, forward, backward, upside down; we tumble through all the positions we know and then we invent more.
Finally we lay back, exhausted, sated. I glance at my watch, all this in only 4 minutes. Huh? Oh shit! I forgot to reset it after crossing time zones. Now I'm late, but my great aunt can wait. I will visit her more often to make up for it!
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Ending #3 By Inspirinious
As we walked out of the coffee shop, I had my suitcase in one hand. My other hand reached out and took your hand. It was such a short walk to your car, but holding your hand felt wonderful even if just for those brief few moments.
Was this really happening? Our encounter felt surreal. Before this first meeting our relationship had been totally long distance on the computer and phone. Yet we have an intense relationship, and as intimate a relationship as possible without physical contact. Now we are actually together, holding hands, talking in real life without any technology connecting us, or separating us. I was riding on cloud nine.
My heart was racing. My head was spinning. In many ways I felt again like a schoolboy in love for the first time. You were more beautiful that I had imagined, even though we had exchanged countless photos, videos and had Skyped for hours together. Your fragrance was bewitching. Your eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. I knew that the glimmer in those eyes was just for me. Even touching your hair with my fingers felt amazing; just being with you made me feel so special, so alive.
My emotions were running high, but I had other thoughts that tempered my natural high. I had some minor concerns about meeting you in person. We both knew there was some risk that one of us would not fill the other's expectations. We had discussed this and felt there was no chance of disappointment. Any concerns I had vanished that first moment I saw you, hugged you, and spoke with you. I hoped that you also felt such a powerful and secure connection.
But I also had another reason for concern. I had a secret, something I had not been totally honest about with you. I needed to tell you, confess what I had done and hoped that you would understand, and not upset with me about my deception.
When we reached your car we put my suitcase in the trunk and then we got in, you on the driver’s side, me as your passenger. Your hand reached to start the engine and I reached over and stopped you.
"We need to talk. I must tell you something." I looked into your eyes. You looked puzzled but not concerned which I took as a good sign that you were comfortable with me.
"I lied to you. My family is not expecting me. They don't even know I am here."
“What? How?” was all you could reply. I stared into your eyes looking for clues to your emotions. How did you actually feel about my deception?
“I am so sorry that I lied to you.” I took a deep breath and continued. “I had to come meet you in person. I love you so much that I couldn’t stand the thought of never meeting you, being with you, touching you, and kissing you. But you know that we had discussed how these first meetings of on-line friends or lovers sometimes go terribly wrong. I had some concerns, so I created a way out. The story of coming to meet my family, and them not being available for a few hours left me a way out. I am now so sorry I didn’t fully trust our relationship. Will you forgive me?”
Finally I finished my rambling plea for forgiveness. I continued to look into your large, beautiful eyes, searching for a clue to what you were thinking at the moment. Fortunately you did not keep me waiting for long. You placed your hands on both sides of my face, holding me in your grasp and pulled me into the sweetest, most loving kiss I had experienced in ages. Your lips were so soft I melted into your hands. Quickly our passion ignited, lips parted and tongues were thrust into the other’s mouth, exploring, sensing, tasting. Our breaths quickened as our hands wandered. I was ready to take you then and there, in your car, in the coffee shop parking lot, in broad daylight.
But we knew we shouldn’t. We parted, just a bit, breathing heavily and staring into each other eyes. Oh those wonderful eyes of yours.
“What do we do now?” you asked in a soft voice.
“I have two days and nights here with no other plans than to spend as much of that time as I can with you. We can take this as slow, or as fast as you like.”
I watched your face and could see signs of uncertainty. It appeared that you were pleased that I would be available for much longer than you originally thought. But you also appeared concerned, possibly scared about the prospects. I tried to set you at ease.
“Is that offer of a tour of your city still available?” I asked, smiling at you.
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Ending #4 last, but certainly not the least! BY thdreamer Thank you!!
It was a very long flight. I have been dreaming about meeting her for quite some time. Among all Lit ladies, she is the one who has been dominating my dreams for the past year. It is not only because of her physical and sexual appearance.
Yes sure… I admit, when I first saw her pictures in the forum, I was drooling like a thirsty dog after her beautiful and sexy body, probably just like all other men of the forum.
I was eating her with my eyes.. rushing to undress her and uncover all the beautiful assets of a sexy woman that I have just discovered.
Something else is radiating from within her deep soul. I can see it through her beautiful big green eyes. I can read it through her well written words.
While I was swimming in her beautiful eyes, I’ve heard the captain announcing the safe landing in NY City. She wanted to pick me herself from the airport, but I insisted not. I didn’t want our first meeting to be at the airport. Besides, after such a long trip, I know I wouldn’t look in a good shape. I should be meeting her with a hug, a kiss on her beautiful cheeks… I’ll probably have the courage to kiss her lips and hold her closer to me. I should then look good and smell right. So we've agreed to meet in a coffeeshop not far away from the airport.
While the main purpose of this planned trip was to visit the family of a close friend, she surprisingly became the center of this visit. I even booked a hotel room close to the airport for convenience.
Luckily, the plane landed around 30 minutes earliier.I rushed to my hotel room to take a quick shower and change. I had to hurry as I know she would be waiting for me, as agreed, in the coffeeshop.
I was wondering whether I would have difficulty recognizing her… or her recognizing me. We’ve been communicating through the forum and email but never met before. We have talked about so many details about ourselves and what we like and don’t like. In addition to the pictures and videos she have posted in Lit, she’s sent me also several ones of her. Initially, most of her pictures were not showing her face. I remember the first time I saw her gorgeous face I became so excited and sexually aroused. Although that picture was only showing her face and there was really nothing sexual, I was so aroused I even started stroking myself while staring at her facial beauty. When I told her about what happened during one of our conversations through the forum, she asked me to prove it, and I did. I took a picture of my huge erection in front of her gorgeous and sexy face and sent it to her email!
I have reached to the coffee shop at around 0715 am. My eyes immediately scanned the area for her beautiful presence. I felt somehow relieved that I've reached the place before her. I wouldn't feel good having this beautiful lady waiting for me a minute.
I've ordered my coffee and used the newspaper as an excuse to hide my daydreaming of her.
Luckily i didn't wait much. Within a few minutes, she was right there walking towards me. It felt like all the eyes were suddenly directed at her. I can smell her beauty several yards away. Her red hair was dancing in rhythm with her movement. I hurried to close the gap between us. I hugged her like I was killing the distance between us. She smelled so good and felt so wonderful between my arms. I held her so close I was able to hear her heartbeats. I've never been so close this much to her beautiful big green eyes.
I was reading through her lips and eyes when I realized that the waitress was waiting to take the order.
I took this as an opportunity to look at her full body. I handed her the menu to order, while my eyes were roaming to explore her body.
She was wearing heavy clothes due to the lower ambient temperature. Nevertheless, I was feeling so aroused, both emotionally as well as sexually. How much sexual, how much emotional? I was not sure... But I was definitely aware of the tightening and enlargement in my trousers. I was excited by every move she made. I was busy enjoying her smile, intellligence, and sexiness. The food tasted great.. Or I was probably enjoying more looking at her eating the food!! She was filling the place with her beauty that I didn't have a feeling of the quickly passing time until she reminded me: its already 11am!!
She offered to explore NY with me in her car since it is my first visit. I told her how great the idea.., although at that moment, I was more into exploring her hot body than exploring NY or even the whole world.
As if she was aware of my real desire, she made sure I had a nice glimpse of her hot crotch area while adjusting herself to leave.
Since she was sitting in the inside chair, it wasn't possible for her to pass through and leave without me leaving first. Well she could actually leave provided that she doesn't mind the great friction that's gonna happen between her hot ass and me. She was technically sitting on my lap while trying to leave, and wow did I enjoy that??
My cock was rocketing high and she definitely felt it pushing through the heavy clothes she was wearing. I was so lucky to still have that newspaper to use it to hide the visible bulge while leaving.
She headed first and I followed her. She looked back at me smiling and teasing naughtily while I was trying to hide my huge excitement with the newspaper.
When we've reached the car, she turned to me whispering like the sexiest creature on earth:
are you sure you wanna go explore NY?
She was irresistible and I couldn't resist!
I hugged her as strong as I can as if I wanted her body to disappear within mine.
Me: I would love to explore your beauty instead.
I kissed her lips and swallowed on her tongue.
Me: my hotel room is 5 minutes away.
Her: And what about your visit to your family's place?
Me: to hell with that visit,
You are now the main purpose of this visit!
These were all so different and all so awesome!! I loved reading your fantasy endings. Thank You so much for taking the time to do this with me.
I challenged you fellow dirty minded, gifted friends of mine to write an ending......or a 'what happens next" scenario with a min of 800 words (was trying to inspire some thought) I was thrilled to see some great endings come forth!
I will now post them.......IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY WERE RECEIVED.
They were all soooo incredible!!! And I really appreciate you guys taking the time to do this. It was really fun to see what different ideas there were. ****************************************************************************
Finally, the weekend. Id been looking forward to this morning all week! We had been chatting, flirting on literotica and via email and skype for months. You had planned to visit some family in NY. You're flight would arrive this morning at 7am, but the family you were visiting had an important engagement in the morning and would not be able to greet you until 1:00. What an opportunity!
To actually see and talk to you in person! Even though we had chatted about everything, even our deepest secrets, my heart and mind raced at the thought of visiting with you in the flesh. What would you smell like? What would it feel like to hug you? I already knew the sound of your voice from our conversations via phone and skype. I knew we had only a limited time together this morning. Funny thing was....sex wasn't even what I was anticipating. I just wanted to see you! In person! It didn't matter what followed.
I was to meet you at the coffee shop near the airport at 7:45. I dressed warm, as it was only 25 degrees outside. I chose an outfit that I remembered you liked in my photos on Literotica. After applying finishing touches to my hair and make-up, I misted myself with my favorite body spray, Tease, and headed out.
When I arrived at the coffee shop early, at 7:20, I wasn't expecting you to already be there! I was kind of surprised and a little embarrassed for keeping you waiting. You were reading the paper and already sipping a coffee when I approached your table over by the window.
You quickly stood up and gave me a big hug. It was sooo great to finally see you in person!
The waitress came over when she saw me join you and took our breakfast order. She put the order in and quickly brought my coffee.
We were both so happy to be there. All we could do is smile at first, thinking to ourselves...'is this even real'?
The time flew by too quickly as we laughed and joked and shared.
You were so sweet and kind. You actually made me speechless for spells at a time with your words and our deep eye contact.
The time was passing by too quickly. We were two great friends trying to soak each other in, in this short time. Before we knew it, it was 11:00. You needed to arrive at your family's place at 1:00. That left us a little less than 2 hours together. I had my car and offered to show you around town....to take a drive as it was a nice, clear day.
I stood up first, giving you a quick, playful tease that I was sure Your eyes would catch, but the others in the coffee shop would not.
You smiled up at me shaking your head. You stood and we put on our jackets and headed to my car.
WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT??? Id be curious to see the different endings this may inspire. If you're interested....You write the ending (800 word minimum) and send it to me via PM.
Id Love to hear from you!
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Ending #1 BY Wilderness
The walk to your car felt surreal. After our long, on line, two dimensional friendship, seeing you in the flesh feels intimidating. Sure, I can carry on a coherent conversation and act natural. But inside, my heart races from being so close to the beautiful woman I’d seen naked in so many pictures and videos. It’s hard to put the real you and the Literotica you together in my head. What to do with my physical desire seemed unanswerable. The camel toe you flashed in the restaurant and that grin, seemed to indicate your wiliness to somehow further our physical relationship, or you’re just a tease. I hope for the former.
The beep of your car doors unlocking brought me out of my reverie.
As I slid into the passenger seat and you into the driver’s, you ask, “So, where can I take you?”
I bit my tongue. The first thing that came to mind was, ‘the back seat’.
Gathering my wits, I came up with another idea. “I’m really tired of sitting. Is there a place we can go for a walk?”
“Really?” you say. “It’s cold.”
“I’m dressed for it. You’re dressed for it. We’ll walk fast.”
It was a great idea! We can’t get into too much trouble fully clothed, outdoors, in 25 degree weather.
Starting the car, you smile warmly. “I know just the place.”
As you concentrate on driving, I have the chance to nonchalantly take you in, along with the scenery. In the enclosed space, your scent teases my nose.
“You smell very nice, Ms. Weaver. What is that?”
“It’s my body spray, Tease.”
“How appropriate.”
“I know,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road, giving me no indication of your motives. “And don’t be so formal. You can call me Dreamy.”
I can’t tell if you’re kidding.
A lake appears on our right. Soon, you pull into a parking lot and turn off the engine. “Here we are -- the lake walk. Up and back should take about an hour.”
Glad for some physical exertion, I get out and jog around to your side. When you get out, I automatically take your arm and we start off.
“This is a beautiful spot.”
“You should see it in the summer when there are boats and people… and it’s WARM.”
True, the place is deserted. No one else is foolish enough to be out walking. The faster we move the harder the wind hits our faces. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Frostbite is a real possibility.
I put my arm around your shoulders and pull you close and snug.
You audibly inhale, and say, “You smell good. What is that?”
I tip my head against yours, and say, “I’m glad you like it. I know from your online posts, it’s important how a man smells. This is just my natural body odor.”
Your arm slips under my coattail and you pinch me. “Liar.”
“Guilty.”
“I know you are.”
“No, I mean that’s the cologne, Guilty by Gucci.”
“Oh.” You sniff longer, pressing your cold nose against my neck, making me shiver. “I love it.”
“I was hoping you would.”
We walk another hundred freezing feet, when I step in front of you and block the wind.
“How’s that? I’ll be your wind man.”
“Much warmer, just don’t break wind.”
“Funny, Dreamy.”
“This makes it harder to talk.”
Turning around, I walk backwards. “How’s this? The view is better this way.”
Your cheeks are already too rosy to know if you blush, but the smile is killer.
The trouble with walking backwards is you can’t see trip hazards. I found one. And as I stumble and start to fall back, you grab my coat. Physics takes over. My momentum and mass is no match for your reverse pull. But instead of giving up, you fall down on top of me.
Laughing together, faces inches apart, I succumb to temptation. My hands cradle your cheeks and I kiss you -- just a friendly, couple-of-seconds, closed mouth smooch. I am so glad you didn’t slap me when I pull my head back to see your reaction. In fact, the look in your eyes told me you weren’t repulsed at all.
Then, the strangest thing happened; you cupped my face between your hands and kissed me better than I’ve ever been kissed at 25 degrees. It suddenly felt like summer.
You poke my stomach on the way to your feet. “Thanks for breaking my fall. You make a nice, soft landing pad.”
“Hey, I’m not soft! It’s just all these clothes. But you can fall on me anytime. I just may not let you up so fast next time.”
“Oh really.”
I take your outstretched hand, and you help me up. Emboldened, I pull your hand until you’re against me, looking up. My other hand is on your back, holding you in place.
“Just try me.”
We stare at each other for long seconds. Then we laugh together at our serious foolishness.
Taking your hand, I turn toward the car. “We should head back. I need to pick up my rental car at the hotel.” I start to jog, and you keep pace. It’s much warmer with the wind.
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Ending #2 By Dogwatch
Grinning the wide smile of a boy waking on Christmas morning, I walk with you to your car. The excitement of seeing you in person, in the flesh so to speak, had not worn off. It wasn't dulled by banter at the coffee house. On the contrary, I felt like I fell into the bright pools of your eyes and instead of drowning I was refreshed by their energy.
The grin started the moment I saw you and of course it was fueled by seeing the gift wrapped present you flashed at me when standing up from the table. Yes I was grinning, energized with nervous energy, so much so that I did not even notice the 25 degree temperature or the biting wind.
We arrive at your compact red car (insert proper car description) and I slide into the passenger seat. You slip into the drivers’ seat next to me. With a twist of the key the engine briefly complains then sputters to life. As the chilly defroster made its initial attempt at clearing the frozen windshield I turn to you, placing my hand on your blue clad leg just above your knee. Encouraged, I can feel your warmth and I stammer, "I... I have seen the city my Great Aunt's family lives in. I..." I wait, wondering if I conveyed my meaning or if I fell short.
You smile and tilt your head, not a reply but a prod to continue. Some things should be said and not simply implied so I continue, "Uh, what I'm saying is I would love to spend the next 2 hours being with you and seeing the city. But as I said, I've seen the city so I... We... My hotel is only 15 minutes from here and we... I'd like to spend the time being with you, not seeing the city."
Your smile broadens and I know I didn't overstep. You say, "me too." And lean forward and kiss me, the first of many electrified kisses. Then you pull back and say, "Let’s go" as you skillfully guide the car into traffic.
I hold the door to the room open and follow you in, dropping my suitcase in the floor. The door barely closes as I move to you. Again, I taste the coffee on your lips and our tongues greet each other.
Now my hands, which can't stay still, embark on journeys of their own, traveling down your arms and then up, visiting your elbows, the small of your back, up your spine, your shoulder blades, your shoulders, your neck. The first sojourn is over your blue sweater but on the round trip they detour under all knitting, all fabric. My fingers and palms drink in the warmth of the smooth skin of your back. Then they rise again to trace your spine, your sweater, a boat rising with the movement of my arms, rising with the tide of my desire. Your arms embrace my neck allowing free passage for hands and garments. Then up and over your head they go.
I'm not sure how, but it feels like I'm still grinning as I kiss you. Did Valentino grin like a little kid? Did Casanova? Well I think screw them, I have you now and grin or no grin my mouth wants, my mouth needs to explore, to worship. Moving down your neck my lips find the nape of your neck. I kiss and lick as you murmur something.
My hands find your breasts. Those beautiful breasts I have seen pictures of, I now have in my hands. I was hard before but now my rod throbs to be released. I move you to the back of the hotel comfy chair. It sits there wearing a dull gold and green pattern, facing the small circular table with no less than 3 magazines filled what to see in town, what to eat in town. No mention of you, but that is exactly my tourist's desire, to see you, to eat you, to have you, and the first stop is over the back of this bored gold and green chair.
You stand at the back of the chair. I hear you comment about the comforter in the bed. I tell you it won't be jealous for long, but first we must entertain the chair, I whisper in your ear that I must entertain my desire to have my hands on your ass. You nod and I continue to describe what I want to do with my mouth. To kiss your ass, to bite its cheeks, give it a spank and kiss your pussy, plunging my tongue deep into your warmth. To have my fingers and lips play in your treasure.
You nod assent, and I do what I said. What I said and more as you bend over the chair back hands with white knuckles gripping the chair arms, growls of an animal deep in your throat.
Then my right arm takes your legs at your knees sweeping you up into my arms. (Yes I can easily do this. It happens all the time in my fantasies.) Strands of your hair stick to your glistening face and our lips embrace once more. I easily move to the bed, bidding fair well to the chair, now happier to have had matching dimples forced into its fabric arms. I toss you down and you bounce on the feather comforter. You stare up at me, your cheeks flush, your eyes piercing me. What are they thinking?
I do not know as you are content to lay back and watch. Watch as I up button my shirt and playfully toss it up into the air. I parachutes open and slowly descends over your bare chest and face. You laugh, a clear and joyful noise, and throw the shirt aside. You are too hot to be covered and you want to watch as I continue my disrobing, a slow striptease by an old clumsy, white guy who clearly lusts for you. I have no brass pole to dance around but I unzip my pants to reveal what I do have for you.
Now you grin.
Once fully unencumbered by cloths I pull down the comforter. You lift your butt to help, or are you taunting me with your pussy, grinning at my hard cock waving above as I move.
I lay down and finally we embrace. Bodies intertwined in the full embrace of two hungry lovers. There is no me and you, there is only we. I do not end and you begin, we are one, together, united. We moved smooth like mercury from one position to the next. Our bodies like two powerful cats, predators hunting carnal knowledge. Atop, beside, over, under, upright, forward, backward, upside down; we tumble through all the positions we know and then we invent more.
Finally we lay back, exhausted, sated. I glance at my watch, all this in only 4 minutes. Huh? Oh shit! I forgot to reset it after crossing time zones. Now I'm late, but my great aunt can wait. I will visit her more often to make up for it!
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Ending #3 By Inspirinious
As we walked out of the coffee shop, I had my suitcase in one hand. My other hand reached out and took your hand. It was such a short walk to your car, but holding your hand felt wonderful even if just for those brief few moments.
Was this really happening? Our encounter felt surreal. Before this first meeting our relationship had been totally long distance on the computer and phone. Yet we have an intense relationship, and as intimate a relationship as possible without physical contact. Now we are actually together, holding hands, talking in real life without any technology connecting us, or separating us. I was riding on cloud nine.
My heart was racing. My head was spinning. In many ways I felt again like a schoolboy in love for the first time. You were more beautiful that I had imagined, even though we had exchanged countless photos, videos and had Skyped for hours together. Your fragrance was bewitching. Your eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. I knew that the glimmer in those eyes was just for me. Even touching your hair with my fingers felt amazing; just being with you made me feel so special, so alive.
My emotions were running high, but I had other thoughts that tempered my natural high. I had some minor concerns about meeting you in person. We both knew there was some risk that one of us would not fill the other's expectations. We had discussed this and felt there was no chance of disappointment. Any concerns I had vanished that first moment I saw you, hugged you, and spoke with you. I hoped that you also felt such a powerful and secure connection.
But I also had another reason for concern. I had a secret, something I had not been totally honest about with you. I needed to tell you, confess what I had done and hoped that you would understand, and not upset with me about my deception.
When we reached your car we put my suitcase in the trunk and then we got in, you on the driver’s side, me as your passenger. Your hand reached to start the engine and I reached over and stopped you.
"We need to talk. I must tell you something." I looked into your eyes. You looked puzzled but not concerned which I took as a good sign that you were comfortable with me.
"I lied to you. My family is not expecting me. They don't even know I am here."
“What? How?” was all you could reply. I stared into your eyes looking for clues to your emotions. How did you actually feel about my deception?
“I am so sorry that I lied to you.” I took a deep breath and continued. “I had to come meet you in person. I love you so much that I couldn’t stand the thought of never meeting you, being with you, touching you, and kissing you. But you know that we had discussed how these first meetings of on-line friends or lovers sometimes go terribly wrong. I had some concerns, so I created a way out. The story of coming to meet my family, and them not being available for a few hours left me a way out. I am now so sorry I didn’t fully trust our relationship. Will you forgive me?”
Finally I finished my rambling plea for forgiveness. I continued to look into your large, beautiful eyes, searching for a clue to what you were thinking at the moment. Fortunately you did not keep me waiting for long. You placed your hands on both sides of my face, holding me in your grasp and pulled me into the sweetest, most loving kiss I had experienced in ages. Your lips were so soft I melted into your hands. Quickly our passion ignited, lips parted and tongues were thrust into the other’s mouth, exploring, sensing, tasting. Our breaths quickened as our hands wandered. I was ready to take you then and there, in your car, in the coffee shop parking lot, in broad daylight.
But we knew we shouldn’t. We parted, just a bit, breathing heavily and staring into each other eyes. Oh those wonderful eyes of yours.
“What do we do now?” you asked in a soft voice.
“I have two days and nights here with no other plans than to spend as much of that time as I can with you. We can take this as slow, or as fast as you like.”
I watched your face and could see signs of uncertainty. It appeared that you were pleased that I would be available for much longer than you originally thought. But you also appeared concerned, possibly scared about the prospects. I tried to set you at ease.
“Is that offer of a tour of your city still available?” I asked, smiling at you.
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Ending #4 last, but certainly not the least! BY thdreamer
Thank you!! It was a very long flight. I have been dreaming about meeting her for quite some time. Among all Lit ladies, she is the one who has been dominating my dreams for the past year. It is not only because of her physical and sexual appearance.
Yes sure… I admit, when I first saw her pictures in the forum, I was drooling like a thirsty dog after her beautiful and sexy body, probably just like all other men of the forum.
I was eating her with my eyes.. rushing to undress her and uncover all the beautiful assets of a sexy woman that I have just discovered.
Something else is radiating from within her deep soul. I can see it through her beautiful big green eyes. I can read it through her well written words.
While I was swimming in her beautiful eyes, I’ve heard the captain announcing the safe landing in NY City. She wanted to pick me herself from the airport, but I insisted not. I didn’t want our first meeting to be at the airport. Besides, after such a long trip, I know I wouldn’t look in a good shape. I should be meeting her with a hug, a kiss on her beautiful cheeks… I’ll probably have the courage to kiss her lips and hold her closer to me. I should then look good and smell right. So we've agreed to meet in a coffeeshop not far away from the airport.
While the main purpose of this planned trip was to visit the family of a close friend, she surprisingly became the center of this visit. I even booked a hotel room close to the airport for convenience.
Luckily, the plane landed around 30 minutes earliier.I rushed to my hotel room to take a quick shower and change. I had to hurry as I know she would be waiting for me, as agreed, in the coffeeshop.
I was wondering whether I would have difficulty recognizing her… or her recognizing me. We’ve been communicating through the forum and email but never met before. We have talked about so many details about ourselves and what we like and don’t like. In addition to the pictures and videos she have posted in Lit, she’s sent me also several ones of her. Initially, most of her pictures were not showing her face. I remember the first time I saw her gorgeous face I became so excited and sexually aroused. Although that picture was only showing her face and there was really nothing sexual, I was so aroused I even started stroking myself while staring at her facial beauty. When I told her about what happened during one of our conversations through the forum, she asked me to prove it, and I did. I took a picture of my huge erection in front of her gorgeous and sexy face and sent it to her email!
I have reached to the coffee shop at around 0715 am. My eyes immediately scanned the area for her beautiful presence. I felt somehow relieved that I've reached the place before her. I wouldn't feel good having this beautiful lady waiting for me a minute.
I've ordered my coffee and used the newspaper as an excuse to hide my daydreaming of her.
Luckily i didn't wait much. Within a few minutes, she was right there walking towards me. It felt like all the eyes were suddenly directed at her. I can smell her beauty several yards away. Her red hair was dancing in rhythm with her movement. I hurried to close the gap between us. I hugged her like I was killing the distance between us. She smelled so good and felt so wonderful between my arms. I held her so close I was able to hear her heartbeats. I've never been so close this much to her beautiful big green eyes.
I was reading through her lips and eyes when I realized that the waitress was waiting to take the order.
I took this as an opportunity to look at her full body. I handed her the menu to order, while my eyes were roaming to explore her body.
She was wearing heavy clothes due to the lower ambient temperature. Nevertheless, I was feeling so aroused, both emotionally as well as sexually. How much sexual, how much emotional? I was not sure... But I was definitely aware of the tightening and enlargement in my trousers. I was excited by every move she made. I was busy enjoying her smile, intellligence, and sexiness. The food tasted great.. Or I was probably enjoying more looking at her eating the food!! She was filling the place with her beauty that I didn't have a feeling of the quickly passing time until she reminded me: its already 11am!!
She offered to explore NY with me in her car since it is my first visit. I told her how great the idea.., although at that moment, I was more into exploring her hot body than exploring NY or even the whole world.
As if she was aware of my real desire, she made sure I had a nice glimpse of her hot crotch area while adjusting herself to leave.
Since she was sitting in the inside chair, it wasn't possible for her to pass through and leave without me leaving first. Well she could actually leave provided that she doesn't mind the great friction that's gonna happen between her hot ass and me. She was technically sitting on my lap while trying to leave, and wow did I enjoy that??
My cock was rocketing high and she definitely felt it pushing through the heavy clothes she was wearing. I was so lucky to still have that newspaper to use it to hide the visible bulge while leaving.
She headed first and I followed her. She looked back at me smiling and teasing naughtily while I was trying to hide my huge excitement with the newspaper.
When we've reached the car, she turned to me whispering like the sexiest creature on earth:
are you sure you wanna go explore NY?
She was irresistible and I couldn't resist!
I hugged her as strong as I can as if I wanted her body to disappear within mine.
Me: I would love to explore your beauty instead.
I kissed her lips and swallowed on her tongue.
Me: my hotel room is 5 minutes away.
Her: And what about your visit to your family's place?
Me: to hell with that visit,
You are now the main purpose of this visit!
These were all so different and all so awesome!! I loved reading your fantasy endings. Thank You so much for taking the time to do this with me.
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Stackeydreams
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Big squishy booby HUGZZZZ!
I just want to say that you are beautiful... mind, body and soul.
Your stories and pics have been so sensual and engrossing.
From the first word, I can't stop reading... and every link MUST be clicked with anticipation.
Really beautiful work, Miss Stackey!
WOW!
Thank You beautiful Llex!!!
Thats a great compliment coming from the queen of erotic story telling. 
Thank you so much!
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i know the owner, won't be a problem...
you can just lean over the counter and i'll do all the work..
EVIL:
xSleepingBeauty
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Happy Tuesday, beautiful!
CanadianM
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For the lady..
Fun and flirty, sexy, sassy,
That's our StackeyDreams,
Playful, open, always pleasing,
Embedded in our dreams,
A smile enchanting,
And a voice so sultry,
She peaks our fantasies,
What have we done,
To deserve this lady,
Only she does know,
So glad she comes here,
To tantalize us,
And make our feelings glow.
Fun and flirty, sexy, sassy,
That's our StackeyDreams,
Playful, open, always pleasing,
Embedded in our dreams,
A smile enchanting,
And a voice so sultry,
She peaks our fantasies,
What have we done,
To deserve this lady,
Only she does know,
So glad she comes here,
To tantalize us,
And make our feelings glow.
studybuddy
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Happy Thanksgiving, sexy lady! 
crashD
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OK!!!! Back to the coffee shop! A few pages back I had posted this series of Photos with a short story to accompany them.
I was thrilled to see some great endings come forth!
IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY WERE RECEIVED.
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Ending #1 BY Wilderness
The walk to your car felt surreal. After our long, on line, two dimensional friendship, seeing you in the flesh feels intimidating. Sure, I can carry on a coherent conversation and act natural. But inside, my heart races from being so close to the beautiful woman I’d seen naked in so many pictures and videos. It’s hard to put the real you and the Literotica you together in my head. What to do with my physical desire seemed unanswerable. The camel toe you flashed in the restaurant and that grin, seemed to indicate your wiliness to somehow further our physical relationship, or you’re just a tease. I hope for the former.
The beep of your car doors unlocking brought me out of my reverie.
As I slid into the passenger seat and you into the driver’s, you ask, “So, where can I take you?”
I bit my tongue. The first thing that came to mind was, ‘the back seat’.
Gathering my wits, I came up with another idea. “I’m really tired of sitting. Is there a place we can go for a walk?”
“Really?” you say. “It’s cold.”
“I’m dressed for it. You’re dressed for it. We’ll walk fast.”
It was a great idea! We can’t get into too much trouble fully clothed, outdoors, in 25 degree weather.
Starting the car, you smile warmly. “I know just the place.”
As you concentrate on driving, I have the chance to nonchalantly take you in, along with the scenery. In the enclosed space, your scent teases my nose.
“You smell very nice, Ms. Weaver. What is that?”
“It’s my body spray, Tease.”
“How appropriate.”
“I know,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road, giving me no indication of your motives. “And don’t be so formal. You can call me Dreamy.”
I can’t tell if you’re kidding.
A lake appears on our right. Soon, you pull into a parking lot and turn off the engine. “Here we are -- the lake walk. Up and back should take about an hour.”
Glad for some physical exertion, I get out and jog around to your side. When you get out, I automatically take your arm and we start off.
“This is a beautiful spot.”
“You should see it in the summer when there are boats and people… and it’s WARM.”
True, the place is deserted. No one else is foolish enough to be out walking. The faster we move the harder the wind hits our faces. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Frostbite is a real possibility.
I put my arm around your shoulders and pull you close and snug.
You audibly inhale, and say, “You smell good. What is that?”
I tip my head against yours, and say, “I’m glad you like it. I know from your online posts, it’s important how a man smells. This is just my natural body odor.”
Your arm slips under my coattail and you pinch me. “Liar.”
“Guilty.”
“I know you are.”
“No, I mean that’s the cologne, Guilty by Gucci.”
“Oh.” You sniff longer, pressing your cold nose against my neck, making me shiver. “I love it.”
“I was hoping you would.”
We walk another hundred freezing feet, when I step in front of you and block the wind.
“How’s that? I’ll be your wind man.”
“Much warmer, just don’t break wind.”
“Funny, Dreamy.”
“This makes it harder to talk.”
Turning around, I walk backwards. “How’s this? The view is better this way.”
Your cheeks are already too rosy to know if you blush, but the smile is killer.
The trouble with walking backwards is you can’t see trip hazards. I found one. And as I stumble and start to fall back, you grab my coat. Physics takes over. My momentum and mass is no match for your reverse pull. But instead of giving up, you fall down on top of me.
Laughing together, faces inches apart, I succumb to temptation. My hands cradle your cheeks and I kiss you -- just a friendly, couple-of-seconds, closed mouth smooch. I am so glad you didn’t slap me when I pull my head back to see your reaction. In fact, the look in your eyes told me you weren’t repulsed at all.
Then, the strangest thing happened; you cupped my face between your hands and kissed me better than I’ve ever been kissed at 25 degrees. It suddenly felt like summer.
You poke my stomach on the way to your feet. “Thanks for breaking my fall. You make a nice, soft landing pad.”
“Hey, I’m not soft! It’s just all these clothes. But you can fall on me anytime. I just may not let you up so fast next time.”
“Oh really.”
I take your outstretched hand, and you help me up. Emboldened, I pull your hand until you’re against me, looking up. My other hand is on your back, holding you in place.
“Just try me.”
We stare at each other for long seconds. Then we laugh together at our serious foolishness.
Taking your hand, I turn toward the car. “We should head back. I need to pick up my rental car at the hotel.” I start to jog, and you keep pace. It’s much warmer with the wind.
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Ending #2 By Dogwatch
Grinning the wide smile of a boy waking on Christmas morning, I walk with you to your car. The excitement of seeing you in person, in the flesh so to speak, had not worn off. It wasn't dulled by banter at the coffee house. On the contrary, I felt like I fell into the bright pools of your eyes and instead of drowning I was refreshed by their energy.
The grin started the moment I saw you and of course it was fueled by seeing the gift wrapped present you flashed at me when standing up from the table. Yes I was grinning, energized with nervous energy, so much so that I did not even notice the 25 degree temperature or the biting wind.
We arrive at your compact red car (insert proper car description) and I slide into the passenger seat. You slip into the drivers’ seat next to me. With a twist of the key the engine briefly complains then sputters to life. As the chilly defroster made its initial attempt at clearing the frozen windshield I turn to you, placing my hand on your blue clad leg just above your knee. Encouraged, I can feel your warmth and I stammer, "I... I have seen the city my Great Aunt's family lives in. I..." I wait, wondering if I conveyed my meaning or if I fell short.
You smile and tilt your head, not a reply but a prod to continue. Some things should be said and not simply implied so I continue, "Uh, what I'm saying is I would love to spend the next 2 hours being with you and seeing the city. But as I said, I've seen the city so I... We... My hotel is only 15 minutes from here and we... I'd like to spend the time being with you, not seeing the city."
Your smile broadens and I know I didn't overstep. You say, "me too." And lean forward and kiss me, the first of many electrified kisses. Then you pull back and say, "Let’s go" as you skillfully guide the car into traffic.
I hold the door to the room open and follow you in, dropping my suitcase in the floor. The door barely closes as I move to you. Again, I taste the coffee on your lips and our tongues greet each other.
Now my hands, which can't stay still, embark on journeys of their own, traveling down your arms and then up, visiting your elbows, the small of your back, up your spine, your shoulder blades, your shoulders, your neck. The first sojourn is over your blue sweater but on the round trip they detour under all knitting, all fabric. My fingers and palms drink in the warmth of the smooth skin of your back. Then they rise again to trace your spine, your sweater, a boat rising with the movement of my arms, rising with the tide of my desire. Your arms embrace my neck allowing free passage for hands and garments. Then up and over your head they go.
I'm not sure how, but it feels like I'm still grinning as I kiss you. Did Valentino grin like a little kid? Did Casanova? Well I think screw them, I have you now and grin or no grin my mouth wants, my mouth needs to explore, to worship. Moving down your neck my lips find the nape of your neck. I kiss and lick as you murmur something.
My hands find your breasts. Those beautiful breasts I have seen pictures of, I now have in my hands. I was hard before but now my rod throbs to be released. I move you to the back of the hotel comfy chair. It sits there wearing a dull gold and green pattern, facing the small circular table with no less than 3 magazines filled what to see in town, what to eat in town. No mention of you, but that is exactly my tourist's desire, to see you, to eat you, to have you, and the first stop is over the back of this bored gold and green chair.
You stand at the back of the chair. I hear you comment about the comforter in the bed. I tell you it won't be jealous for long, but first we must entertain the chair, I whisper in your ear that I must entertain my desire to have my hands on your ass. You nod and I continue to describe what I want to do with my mouth. To kiss your ass, to bite its cheeks, give it a spank and kiss your pussy, plunging my tongue deep into your warmth. To have my fingers and lips play in your treasure.
You nod assent, and I do what I said. What I said and more as you bend over the chair back hands with white knuckles gripping the chair arms, growls of an animal deep in your throat.
Then my right arm takes your legs at your knees sweeping you up into my arms. (Yes I can easily do this. It happens all the time in my fantasies.) Strands of your hair stick to your glistening face and our lips embrace once more. I easily move to the bed, bidding fair well to the chair, now happier to have had matching dimples forced into its fabric arms. I toss you down and you bounce on the feather comforter. You stare up at me, your cheeks flush, your eyes piercing me. What are they thinking?
I do not know as you are content to lay back and watch. Watch as I up button my shirt and playfully toss it up into the air. I parachutes open and slowly descends over your bare chest and face. You laugh, a clear and joyful noise, and throw the shirt aside. You are too hot to be covered and you want to watch as I continue my disrobing, a slow striptease by an old clumsy, white guy who clearly lusts for you. I have no brass pole to dance around but I unzip my pants to reveal what I do have for you.
Now you grin.
Once fully unencumbered by cloths I pull down the comforter. You lift your butt to help, or are you taunting me with your pussy, grinning at my hard cock waving above as I move.
I lay down and finally we embrace. Bodies intertwined in the full embrace of two hungry lovers. There is no me and you, there is only we. I do not end and you begin, we are one, together, united. We moved smooth like mercury from one position to the next. Our bodies like two powerful cats, predators hunting carnal knowledge. Atop, beside, over, under, upright, forward, backward, upside down; we tumble through all the positions we know and then we invent more.
Finally we lay back, exhausted, sated. I glance at my watch, all this in only 4 minutes. Huh? Oh shit! I forgot to reset it after crossing time zones. Now I'm late, but my great aunt can wait. I will visit her more often to make up for it!
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Ending #3 By Inspirinious
As we walked out of the coffee shop, I had my suitcase in one hand. My other hand reached out and took your hand. It was such a short walk to your car, but holding your hand felt wonderful even if just for those brief few moments.
Was this really happening? Our encounter felt surreal. Before this first meeting our relationship had been totally long distance on the computer and phone. Yet we have an intense relationship, and as intimate a relationship as possible without physical contact. Now we are actually together, holding hands, talking in real life without any technology connecting us, or separating us. I was riding on cloud nine.
My heart was racing. My head was spinning. In many ways I felt again like a schoolboy in love for the first time. You were more beautiful that I had imagined, even though we had exchanged countless photos, videos and had Skyped for hours together. Your fragrance was bewitching. Your eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. I knew that the glimmer in those eyes was just for me. Even touching your hair with my fingers felt amazing; just being with you made me feel so special, so alive.
My emotions were running high, but I had other thoughts that tempered my natural high. I had some minor concerns about meeting you in person. We both knew there was some risk that one of us would not fill the other's expectations. We had discussed this and felt there was no chance of disappointment. Any concerns I had vanished that first moment I saw you, hugged you, and spoke with you. I hoped that you also felt such a powerful and secure connection.
But I also had another reason for concern. I had a secret, something I had not been totally honest about with you. I needed to tell you, confess what I had done and hoped that you would understand, and not upset with me about my deception.
When we reached your car we put my suitcase in the trunk and then we got in, you on the driver’s side, me as your passenger. Your hand reached to start the engine and I reached over and stopped you.
"We need to talk. I must tell you something." I looked into your eyes. You looked puzzled but not concerned which I took as a good sign that you were comfortable with me.
"I lied to you. My family is not expecting me. They don't even know I am here."
“What? How?” was all you could reply. I stared into your eyes looking for clues to your emotions. How did you actually feel about my deception?
“I am so sorry that I lied to you.” I took a deep breath and continued. “I had to come meet you in person. I love you so much that I couldn’t stand the thought of never meeting you, being with you, touching you, and kissing you. But you know that we had discussed how these first meetings of on-line friends or lovers sometimes go terribly wrong. I had some concerns, so I created a way out. The story of coming to meet my family, and them not being available for a few hours left me a way out. I am now so sorry I didn’t fully trust our relationship. Will you forgive me?”
Finally I finished my rambling plea for forgiveness. I continued to look into your large, beautiful eyes, searching for a clue to what you were thinking at the moment. Fortunately you did not keep me waiting for long. You placed your hands on both sides of my face, holding me in your grasp and pulled me into the sweetest, most loving kiss I had experienced in ages. Your lips were so soft I melted into your hands. Quickly our passion ignited, lips parted and tongues were thrust into the other’s mouth, exploring, sensing, tasting. Our breaths quickened as our hands wandered. I was ready to take you then and there, in your car, in the coffee shop parking lot, in broad daylight.
But we knew we shouldn’t. We parted, just a bit, breathing heavily and staring into each other eyes. Oh those wonderful eyes of yours.
“What do we do now?” you asked in a soft voice.
“I have two days and nights here with no other plans than to spend as much of that time as I can with you. We can take this as slow, or as fast as you like.”
I watched your face and could see signs of uncertainty. It appeared that you were pleased that I would be available for much longer than you originally thought. But you also appeared concerned, possibly scared about the prospects. I tried to set you at ease.
“Is that offer of a tour of your city still available?” I asked, smiling at you.
waiting for the ending from that one special person - or couple..
Stackeydreams
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Im waiting
happy Friday gorgeous
I hope I can too... but i will put forth a great effort.[/QUOTE]
Im sure you'll get the job done nicely
Oh Wow!!! This is sooooooo sweet!!! Thank you so much!!! Thank you my sexy buddy
I hope yours was great!Well get writing!!!
Thank you Virgil
I hope yours was great!Stackeydreams
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Just resharing this because I recieved another fabulous ending from 'thdreamer' that I wanted to share.
Thanks guys!!!
Thanks guys!!!
OK!!!! Back to the coffee shop! A few pages back I had posted this series of Photos with a short story to accompany them.
I was thrilled to see some great endings come forth!
IN THE ORDER IN WHICH THEY WERE RECEIVED.
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Ending #1 BY Wilderness
The walk to your car felt surreal. After our long, on line, two dimensional friendship, seeing you in the flesh feels intimidating. Sure, I can carry on a coherent conversation and act natural. But inside, my heart races from being so close to the beautiful woman I’d seen naked in so many pictures and videos. It’s hard to put the real you and the Literotica you together in my head. What to do with my physical desire seemed unanswerable. The camel toe you flashed in the restaurant and that grin, seemed to indicate your wiliness to somehow further our physical relationship, or you’re just a tease. I hope for the former.
The beep of your car doors unlocking brought me out of my reverie.
As I slid into the passenger seat and you into the driver’s, you ask, “So, where can I take you?”
I bit my tongue. The first thing that came to mind was, ‘the back seat’.
Gathering my wits, I came up with another idea. “I’m really tired of sitting. Is there a place we can go for a walk?”
“Really?” you say. “It’s cold.”
“I’m dressed for it. You’re dressed for it. We’ll walk fast.”
It was a great idea! We can’t get into too much trouble fully clothed, outdoors, in 25 degree weather.
Starting the car, you smile warmly. “I know just the place.”
As you concentrate on driving, I have the chance to nonchalantly take you in, along with the scenery. In the enclosed space, your scent teases my nose.
“You smell very nice, Ms. Weaver. What is that?”
“It’s my body spray, Tease.”
“How appropriate.”
“I know,” you say, keeping your eyes on the road, giving me no indication of your motives. “And don’t be so formal. You can call me Dreamy.”
I can’t tell if you’re kidding.
A lake appears on our right. Soon, you pull into a parking lot and turn off the engine. “Here we are -- the lake walk. Up and back should take about an hour.”
Glad for some physical exertion, I get out and jog around to your side. When you get out, I automatically take your arm and we start off.
“This is a beautiful spot.”
“You should see it in the summer when there are boats and people… and it’s WARM.”
True, the place is deserted. No one else is foolish enough to be out walking. The faster we move the harder the wind hits our faces. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Frostbite is a real possibility.
I put my arm around your shoulders and pull you close and snug.
You audibly inhale, and say, “You smell good. What is that?”
I tip my head against yours, and say, “I’m glad you like it. I know from your online posts, it’s important how a man smells. This is just my natural body odor.”
Your arm slips under my coattail and you pinch me. “Liar.”
“Guilty.”
“I know you are.”
“No, I mean that’s the cologne, Guilty by Gucci.”
“Oh.” You sniff longer, pressing your cold nose against my neck, making me shiver. “I love it.”
“I was hoping you would.”
We walk another hundred freezing feet, when I step in front of you and block the wind.
“How’s that? I’ll be your wind man.”
“Much warmer, just don’t break wind.”
“Funny, Dreamy.”
“This makes it harder to talk.”
Turning around, I walk backwards. “How’s this? The view is better this way.”
Your cheeks are already too rosy to know if you blush, but the smile is killer.
The trouble with walking backwards is you can’t see trip hazards. I found one. And as I stumble and start to fall back, you grab my coat. Physics takes over. My momentum and mass is no match for your reverse pull. But instead of giving up, you fall down on top of me.
Laughing together, faces inches apart, I succumb to temptation. My hands cradle your cheeks and I kiss you -- just a friendly, couple-of-seconds, closed mouth smooch. I am so glad you didn’t slap me when I pull my head back to see your reaction. In fact, the look in your eyes told me you weren’t repulsed at all.
Then, the strangest thing happened; you cupped my face between your hands and kissed me better than I’ve ever been kissed at 25 degrees. It suddenly felt like summer.
You poke my stomach on the way to your feet. “Thanks for breaking my fall. You make a nice, soft landing pad.”
“Hey, I’m not soft! It’s just all these clothes. But you can fall on me anytime. I just may not let you up so fast next time.”
“Oh really.”
I take your outstretched hand, and you help me up. Emboldened, I pull your hand until you’re against me, looking up. My other hand is on your back, holding you in place.
“Just try me.”
We stare at each other for long seconds. Then we laugh together at our serious foolishness.
Taking your hand, I turn toward the car. “We should head back. I need to pick up my rental car at the hotel.” I start to jog, and you keep pace. It’s much warmer with the wind.
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Ending #2 By Dogwatch
Grinning the wide smile of a boy waking on Christmas morning, I walk with you to your car. The excitement of seeing you in person, in the flesh so to speak, had not worn off. It wasn't dulled by banter at the coffee house. On the contrary, I felt like I fell into the bright pools of your eyes and instead of drowning I was refreshed by their energy.
The grin started the moment I saw you and of course it was fueled by seeing the gift wrapped present you flashed at me when standing up from the table. Yes I was grinning, energized with nervous energy, so much so that I did not even notice the 25 degree temperature or the biting wind.
We arrive at your compact red car (insert proper car description) and I slide into the passenger seat. You slip into the drivers’ seat next to me. With a twist of the key the engine briefly complains then sputters to life. As the chilly defroster made its initial attempt at clearing the frozen windshield I turn to you, placing my hand on your blue clad leg just above your knee. Encouraged, I can feel your warmth and I stammer, "I... I have seen the city my Great Aunt's family lives in. I..." I wait, wondering if I conveyed my meaning or if I fell short.
You smile and tilt your head, not a reply but a prod to continue. Some things should be said and not simply implied so I continue, "Uh, what I'm saying is I would love to spend the next 2 hours being with you and seeing the city. But as I said, I've seen the city so I... We... My hotel is only 15 minutes from here and we... I'd like to spend the time being with you, not seeing the city."
Your smile broadens and I know I didn't overstep. You say, "me too." And lean forward and kiss me, the first of many electrified kisses. Then you pull back and say, "Let’s go" as you skillfully guide the car into traffic.
I hold the door to the room open and follow you in, dropping my suitcase in the floor. The door barely closes as I move to you. Again, I taste the coffee on your lips and our tongues greet each other.
Now my hands, which can't stay still, embark on journeys of their own, traveling down your arms and then up, visiting your elbows, the small of your back, up your spine, your shoulder blades, your shoulders, your neck. The first sojourn is over your blue sweater but on the round trip they detour under all knitting, all fabric. My fingers and palms drink in the warmth of the smooth skin of your back. Then they rise again to trace your spine, your sweater, a boat rising with the movement of my arms, rising with the tide of my desire. Your arms embrace my neck allowing free passage for hands and garments. Then up and over your head they go.
I'm not sure how, but it feels like I'm still grinning as I kiss you. Did Valentino grin like a little kid? Did Casanova? Well I think screw them, I have you now and grin or no grin my mouth wants, my mouth needs to explore, to worship. Moving down your neck my lips find the nape of your neck. I kiss and lick as you murmur something.
My hands find your breasts. Those beautiful breasts I have seen pictures of, I now have in my hands. I was hard before but now my rod throbs to be released. I move you to the back of the hotel comfy chair. It sits there wearing a dull gold and green pattern, facing the small circular table with no less than 3 magazines filled what to see in town, what to eat in town. No mention of you, but that is exactly my tourist's desire, to see you, to eat you, to have you, and the first stop is over the back of this bored gold and green chair.
You stand at the back of the chair. I hear you comment about the comforter in the bed. I tell you it won't be jealous for long, but first we must entertain the chair, I whisper in your ear that I must entertain my desire to have my hands on your ass. You nod and I continue to describe what I want to do with my mouth. To kiss your ass, to bite its cheeks, give it a spank and kiss your pussy, plunging my tongue deep into your warmth. To have my fingers and lips play in your treasure.
You nod assent, and I do what I said. What I said and more as you bend over the chair back hands with white knuckles gripping the chair arms, growls of an animal deep in your throat.
Then my right arm takes your legs at your knees sweeping you up into my arms. (Yes I can easily do this. It happens all the time in my fantasies.) Strands of your hair stick to your glistening face and our lips embrace once more. I easily move to the bed, bidding fair well to the chair, now happier to have had matching dimples forced into its fabric arms. I toss you down and you bounce on the feather comforter. You stare up at me, your cheeks flush, your eyes piercing me. What are they thinking?
I do not know as you are content to lay back and watch. Watch as I up button my shirt and playfully toss it up into the air. I parachutes open and slowly descends over your bare chest and face. You laugh, a clear and joyful noise, and throw the shirt aside. You are too hot to be covered and you want to watch as I continue my disrobing, a slow striptease by an old clumsy, white guy who clearly lusts for you. I have no brass pole to dance around but I unzip my pants to reveal what I do have for you.
Now you grin.
Once fully unencumbered by cloths I pull down the comforter. You lift your butt to help, or are you taunting me with your pussy, grinning at my hard cock waving above as I move.
I lay down and finally we embrace. Bodies intertwined in the full embrace of two hungry lovers. There is no me and you, there is only we. I do not end and you begin, we are one, together, united. We moved smooth like mercury from one position to the next. Our bodies like two powerful cats, predators hunting carnal knowledge. Atop, beside, over, under, upright, forward, backward, upside down; we tumble through all the positions we know and then we invent more.
Finally we lay back, exhausted, sated. I glance at my watch, all this in only 4 minutes. Huh? Oh shit! I forgot to reset it after crossing time zones. Now I'm late, but my great aunt can wait. I will visit her more often to make up for it!
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Ending #3 By Inspirinious
As we walked out of the coffee shop, I had my suitcase in one hand. My other hand reached out and took your hand. It was such a short walk to your car, but holding your hand felt wonderful even if just for those brief few moments.
Was this really happening? Our encounter felt surreal. Before this first meeting our relationship had been totally long distance on the computer and phone. Yet we have an intense relationship, and as intimate a relationship as possible without physical contact. Now we are actually together, holding hands, talking in real life without any technology connecting us, or separating us. I was riding on cloud nine.
My heart was racing. My head was spinning. In many ways I felt again like a schoolboy in love for the first time. You were more beautiful that I had imagined, even though we had exchanged countless photos, videos and had Skyped for hours together. Your fragrance was bewitching. Your eyes were mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. I knew that the glimmer in those eyes was just for me. Even touching your hair with my fingers felt amazing; just being with you made me feel so special, so alive.
My emotions were running high, but I had other thoughts that tempered my natural high. I had some minor concerns about meeting you in person. We both knew there was some risk that one of us would not fill the other's expectations. We had discussed this and felt there was no chance of disappointment. Any concerns I had vanished that first moment I saw you, hugged you, and spoke with you. I hoped that you also felt such a powerful and secure connection.
But I also had another reason for concern. I had a secret, something I had not been totally honest about with you. I needed to tell you, confess what I had done and hoped that you would understand, and not upset with me about my deception.
When we reached your car we put my suitcase in the trunk and then we got in, you on the driver’s side, me as your passenger. Your hand reached to start the engine and I reached over and stopped you.
"We need to talk. I must tell you something." I looked into your eyes. You looked puzzled but not concerned which I took as a good sign that you were comfortable with me.
"I lied to you. My family is not expecting me. They don't even know I am here."
“What? How?” was all you could reply. I stared into your eyes looking for clues to your emotions. How did you actually feel about my deception?
“I am so sorry that I lied to you.” I took a deep breath and continued. “I had to come meet you in person. I love you so much that I couldn’t stand the thought of never meeting you, being with you, touching you, and kissing you. But you know that we had discussed how these first meetings of on-line friends or lovers sometimes go terribly wrong. I had some concerns, so I created a way out. The story of coming to meet my family, and them not being available for a few hours left me a way out. I am now so sorry I didn’t fully trust our relationship. Will you forgive me?”
Finally I finished my rambling plea for forgiveness. I continued to look into your large, beautiful eyes, searching for a clue to what you were thinking at the moment. Fortunately you did not keep me waiting for long. You placed your hands on both sides of my face, holding me in your grasp and pulled me into the sweetest, most loving kiss I had experienced in ages. Your lips were so soft I melted into your hands. Quickly our passion ignited, lips parted and tongues were thrust into the other’s mouth, exploring, sensing, tasting. Our breaths quickened as our hands wandered. I was ready to take you then and there, in your car, in the coffee shop parking lot, in broad daylight.
But we knew we shouldn’t. We parted, just a bit, breathing heavily and staring into each other eyes. Oh those wonderful eyes of yours.
“What do we do now?” you asked in a soft voice.
“I have two days and nights here with no other plans than to spend as much of that time as I can with you. We can take this as slow, or as fast as you like.”
I watched your face and could see signs of uncertainty. It appeared that you were pleased that I would be available for much longer than you originally thought. But you also appeared concerned, possibly scared about the prospects. I tried to set you at ease.
“Is that offer of a tour of your city still available?” I asked, smiling at you.
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Ending #4 last, but certainly not the least! BY thdreamer
It was a very long flight. I have been dreaming about meeting her for quite some time. Among all Lit ladies, she is the one who has been dominating my dreams for the past year. It is not only because of her physical and sexual appearance.
Yes sure… I admit, when I first saw her pictures in the forum, I was drooling like a thirsty dog after her beautiful and sexy body, probably just like all other men of the forum.
I was eating her with my eyes.. rushing to undress her and uncover all the beautiful assets of a sexy woman that I have just discovered.
Something else is radiating from within her deep soul. I can see it through her beautiful big green eyes. I can read it through her well written words.
While I was swimming in her beautiful eyes, I’ve heard the captain announcing the safe landing in NY City. She wanted to pick me herself from the airport, but I insisted not. I didn’t want our first meeting to be at the airport. Besides, after such a long trip, I know I wouldn’t look in a good shape. I should be meeting her with a hug, a kiss on her beautiful cheeks… I’ll probably have the courage to kiss her lips and hold her closer to me. I should then look good and smell right. So we've agreed to meet in a coffeeshop not far away from the airport.
While the main purpose of this planned trip was to visit the family of a close friend, she surprisingly became the center of this visit. I even booked a hotel room close to the airport for convenience.
Luckily, the plane landed around 30 minutes earliier.I rushed to my hotel room to take a quick shower and change. I had to hurry as I know she would be waiting for me, as agreed, in the coffeeshop.
I was wondering whether I would have difficulty recognizing her… or her recognizing me. We’ve been communicating through the forum and email but never met before. We have talked about so many details about ourselves and what we like and don’t like. In addition to the pictures and videos she have posted in Lit, she’s sent me also several ones of her. Initially, most of her pictures were not showing her face. I remember the first time I saw her gorgeous face I became so excited and sexually aroused. Although that picture was only showing her face and there was really nothing sexual, I was so aroused I even started stroking myself while staring at her facial beauty. When I told her about what happened during one of our conversations through the forum, she asked me to prove it, and I did. I took a picture of my huge erection in front of her gorgeous and sexy face and sent it to her email!
I have reached to the coffee shop at around 0715 am. My eyes immediately scanned the area for her beautiful presence. I felt somehow relieved that I've reached the place before her. I wouldn't feel good having this beautiful lady waiting for me a minute.
I've ordered my coffee and used the newspaper as an excuse to hide my daydreaming of her.
Luckily i didn't wait much. Within a few minutes, she was right there walking towards me. It felt like all the eyes were suddenly directed at her. I can smell her beauty several yards away. Her red hair was dancing in rhythm with her movement. I hurried to close the gap between us. I hugged her like I was killing the distance between us. She smelled so good and felt so wonderful between my arms. I held her so close I was able to hear her heartbeats. I've never been so close this much to her beautiful big green eyes.
I was reading through her lips and eyes when I realized that the waitress was waiting to take the order.
I took this as an opportunity to look at her full body. I handed her the menu to order, while my eyes were roaming to explore her body.
She was wearing heavy clothes due to the lower ambient temperature. Nevertheless, I was feeling so aroused, both emotionally as well as sexually. How much sexual, how much emotional? I was not sure... But I was definitely aware of the tightening and enlargement in my trousers. I was excited by every move she made. I was busy enjoying her smile, intellligence, and sexiness. The food tasted great.. Or I was probably enjoying more looking at her eating the food!! She was filling the place with her beauty that I didn't have a feeling of the quickly passing time until she reminded me: its already 11am!!
She offered to explore NY with me in her car since it is my first visit. I told her how great the idea.., although at that moment, I was more into exploring her hot body than exploring NY or even the whole world.
As if she was aware of my real desire, she made sure I had a nice glimpse of her hot crotch area while adjusting herself to leave.
Since she was sitting in the inside chair, it wasn't possible for her to pass through and leave without me leaving first. Well she could actually leave provided that she doesn't mind the great friction that's gonna happen between her hot ass and me. She was technically sitting on my lap while trying to leave, and wow did I enjoy that??
My cock was rocketing high and she definitely felt it pushing through the heavy clothes she was wearing. I was so lucky to still have that newspaper to use it to hide the visible bulge while leaving.
She headed first and I followed her. She looked back at me smiling and teasing naughtily while I was trying to hide my huge excitement with the newspaper.
When we've reached the car, she turned to me whispering like the sexiest creature on earth:
are you sure you wanna go explore NY?
She was irresistible and I couldn't resist!
I hugged her as strong as I can as if I wanted her body to disappear within mine.
Me: I would love to explore your beauty instead.
I kissed her lips and swallowed on her tongue.
Me: my hotel room is 5 minutes away.
Her: And what about your visit to your family's place?
Me: to hell with that visit,
You are now the main purpose of this visit!
These were all so different and all so awesome!! I loved reading your fantasy endings. Thank You so much for taking the time to do this with me.
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those mirror images are just staggeringly beautiful, Stackey -- your face is so expressive, even with your eyes closed.
and yowzer, you sure inspired some great writing with continuations to your fantasy.
your thread is always a treat!
and yowzer, you sure inspired some great writing with continuations to your fantasy.
your thread is always a treat!
Just resharing this because I recieved another fabulous ending from 'thdreamer' that I wanted to share.
Thanks guys!!!
Action speaks louder than words but this has given me a few bad ideas.
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A happy sexy Sunday to you my sassy sweet Stackey...I hope you are having a FANTASMIC weekend...
Stackeydreams
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hello sweet tbearatl
Thanks kara
Thanks Mara
I think I enjoy writing the stories even more than the pics. Such fun! Your "bad" ideas are usually pretty good in my opinion.
They are! Awesome writing and sexy ideas.
Thank you girly
Sounds like a great idea! I need one of those days too!
Thank you my favorite sexy soldier boy.
It's been good so far. Stackeydreams
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A couple random pics for you Sunday pervs.
foam rolling out my sore hamstrings after giving them a good workout
riding around shot gun this afternoon, shopping and daydreaming about road sex
Scored free tickets to go see Trans Siberian Orchestra tonight! Woohoo! Super excited!
foam rolling out my sore hamstrings after giving them a good workout
riding around shot gun this afternoon, shopping and daydreaming about road sex
Scored free tickets to go see Trans Siberian Orchestra tonight! Woohoo! Super excited!
Stackeydreams
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Shameless self bump to get this to the top of a page.
A couple random pics for you Sunday pervs.
foam rolling out my sore hamstrings after giving them a good workout
riding around shot gun this afternoon, shopping and daydreaming about road sex
Scored free tickets to go see Trans Siberian Orchestra tonight! Woohoo! Super excited!
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