I met Marc about a week ago at my favorite coffee shop, and had been lusting after him ever since.  He’s tall, muscular, and has a fantastic smile.  I also couldn’t help noticing that magnificent bulge in his pants that seemed to grow even larger every time he looked at me.  He’s got delicious chocolate skin and firm, sure, masculine hands, as I found out the very first time we danced together.  He even smells masculine; not that overbearing scent of aftershave or cologne, but the much more intimate and natural smell of a male in fresh rut.

     Not all men are open to my type of lifestyle, so I had to approach him cautiously. I started off by telling him that I was in an interesting position, and that I liked some pretty wild stuff, but that it was a little different than what he was used to.  He was interested, so I continued; I told him that I have a boyfriend, but he just can’t seem to satisfy me, so I’ve been forced to look in other places for my fun. He knew exactly what I meant, and what I was leading towards.

     That delectable bulge in his pants grew another size as he reached for me, cupping my perfect ass in one of his massive, muscular brown hands and crushing me to him. I felt the rock hard maleness of him against me, and knew that I would have to take him home to meet my boyfriend.
To be continued…
Posted by Vicki