The Art of Finger Frolicking

It's been a brutal week at the office and you are in urgent need of some tender loving care. I greet you at the door with a glass of wine and a bouquet of flowers. As you vent about your week from hell, your voice is as tense as the shoulder muscles that I try to unravel. It takes awhile, but I feel you begin to relax. My job is finished, or is it?

You ask me not to stop. I smile knowingly and continue to caress. There is a fine line between caressing to soothe and caressing to arouse. I decide to cross the line. You do not resist your undressing, nor my approaching fingers that promise you some much needed orgasmic pussy pampering...

Please Pass the Soap

Getting down and dirty with you has never been a more cleansing experience. A morning shower slowly brings me to life and as I lather my sleepy cock, my heart deadens as the shower curtain suddenly flies open. Somehow, the movie Psycho comes to mind. In seconds, my heart beats quickly and my cock twitches at the sexy sight of your naked body.

"I know where that was last night, so shouldn't I be washing it for you?" you coo seductively. I happily surrender the soap and my awakening manhood. My gawd, I love how much better it feels when you soap my rising rod and dangling balls. You will make me cum, knowing that it will soon be your turn for soapy sex...

Caught in the Act

Now I know how George Costanza felt in that risque episode of Seinfeld. Imagine getting 'caught in the act' by your mother! Thank goodness you're way more cool than George's mother because when you catch me in the act of playing with myself, it's really all your fault.

Normally when I'm alone, the mere thought of you makes me 'take matters into my own hands.' So imagine my sorry plight as I watch you do dishes in nothing more than a see-through nightie. I'm getting hornier by the second and you don't know I am there watching you. I can't help myself when suddenly, you turn around. As startled and shocked as I am, it doesn't compare to what happens next...