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We fucked like animals all through the night. I didn't even know his name, but it just didn't matter. He was giving me exactly what I needed tonight. I needed to get fucked. Not just sex, I needed to get to the point of no control and no return. I needed to feel that basic urge, instinct, whatever you wanted to call it and I didn't care who I had picked up at the club to do it with. I was pretty buzzed when he approached me and when he suggested we leave, I said let's go to my place and get crazy. Yes, I am a little insane, but the crazy was so fucking good, how could I pass it up? Our sweaty bodies were sliding all over each other. I could feel his hands everywhere on my body, in my hair, touching all of those places that can really drive someone wild. I ached with that need until he made me cum so hard, I almost cried, it was so intense. It had been a while since I had felt this urge to behave in such a way but I was so glad that I decided to throw caution to the wind. This guy was hung like a horse and knew how to deliver the goods too!

I had just finished working out and could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, but I had ordered dinner too and knew I had just enough time to hop in the shower. The local pizza place was delivering and I was one of their best customers, they didn't even have to ask what I wanted and usually just came right on in through the kitchen. I had just finished my shower and there I stood in my room drying myself off with my towel when I heard a voice say, "Hey, I got your pizza, it will be....." the words trailed off as he looked at me, standing there in my room, naked as the day I was born. He just looked at me, and didn't say a word, not quite sure what to do. I know he wanted to get paid, but the money was in the other room, so there we stood, me naked, him just staring. I decided to have a little fun with him. "Well, don't just stand there, come in and join me," I was trying to keep it light, but had a hint of reality. He looked toward the doorway, hesitated and then started taking off his clothes. He was cute, had a nice hard body and when he got close, I could see the size of his massive cock. I just had to have it and dragging him over to the bed, I went down on him, getting him so stiff, then I told him to fuck me, right in my tight little ass. He didn't hesitate, only stopped to shut off his ringing cell phone. It was the pizza joint, trying to figure out what happened to their sexy delivery man!

We went to the movie theater and it was practically empty and less than halfway through the movie, we knew why, it was just so bad. We were goofing off a bit, might as well enjoy making fun of the bad movie and we noticed that we were all alone in the theater. Of course, all bad movies have that equally bad sex scene and I decided to try and act it out, right there in the theater. He was protesting, and I just looked around and said, who is going to know, the projectionist? He would probably enjoy our show more than the movie! I lowered my head and licked and teased his cock with my tongue, stroking him, getting him fully erect and ready to explode. Lowering my own pants I turned and faced the awful movie and rode him reverse bronco style. We used the seats to help move us up and down, they made it so easy and it just felt so good. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place, his hand on my shoulder pushing me on top of him deeply. We enjoyed our fuck fest, right there in that theater, totally forgetting about the movie. Our climaxes were over the top and we both had so much fun. It was only after we righted all of our clothes that we heard the applause, it was the projectionist, giving us two thumbs up!

We fucked like animals all through the night. I didn't even know his name, but it just didn't matter. He was giving me exactly what I needed tonight. I needed to get fucked. Not just sex, I needed to get to the point of no control and no return. I needed to feel that basic urge, instinct, whatever you wanted to call it and I didn't care who I had picked up at the club to do it with. I was pretty buzzed when he approached me and when he suggested we leave, I said let's go to my place and get crazy. Yes, I am a little insane, but the crazy was so fucking good, how could I pass it up? Our sweaty bodies were sliding all over each other. I could feel his hands everywhere on my body, in my hair, touching all of those places that can really drive someone wild. I ached with that need until he made me cum so hard, I almost cried, it was so intense. It had been a while since I had felt this urge to behave in such a way but I was so glad that I decided to throw caution to the wind. This guy was hung like a horse and knew how to deliver the goods too!

I had just finished working out and could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, but I had ordered dinner too and knew I had just enough time to hop in the shower. The local pizza place was delivering and I was one of their best customers, they didn't even have to ask what I wanted and usually just came right on in through the kitchen. I had just finished my shower and there I stood in my room drying myself off with my towel when I heard a voice say, "Hey, I got your pizza, it will be....." the words trailed off as he looked at me, standing there in my room, naked as the day I was born. He just looked at me, and didn't say a word, not quite sure what to do. I know he wanted to get paid, but the money was in the other room, so there we stood, me naked, him just staring. I decided to have a little fun with him. "Well, don't just stand there, come in and join me," I was trying to keep it light, but had a hint of reality. He looked toward the doorway, hesitated and then started taking off his clothes. He was cute, had a nice hard body and when he got close, I could see the size of his massive cock. I just had to have it and dragging him over to the bed, I went down on him, getting him so stiff, then I told him to fuck me, right in my tight little ass. He didn't hesitate, only stopped to shut off his ringing cell phone. It was the pizza joint, trying to figure out what happened to their sexy delivery man!

I spent the summer with my aunt and I had never been on a horse in my life. She had this huge farm and raised horses, race horses to be exact. I was excited and scared for my first lesson. It was my cousin's friend and he looked like such a cowboy, complete with bandana and cowboy hat. The first part was in the barn, learning about the equipment. We went to what he called the tack room, but I just sort of blindly followed, doing whatever he asked. He was giving me a lesson on how to mount the horse and as I looked up at the animal, I thought there was no way I was going to get up there. He showed me how to place my foot in the stirrup and hike my other leg over the top. It looked simple enough to do so I made the first of several attempts and failed miserably. I went to do it one more time only this time I missed and fell, landing right in that cowboy's arms. I slid slowly down his body, feeling every hard muscle he had as we touched. His hands were on my ass and he pressed me to him and that was all it took before the embrace became heated. I practically ripped his shirt off as he did mine. Our mouths, lips, tongues, and hands were touching each other, discovering each other's bodies. I went on my hands and knees, right there on the hay covered floor and he fucked me, over and over again. Smacking my ass and fucking me hard, I came and felt him almost shatter as he pulled me fully onto his cock before exploding inside of me. Panting and out of breath, I asked if this was a roll in the hay and he smiled and laughed.

The elevator doors closed and we started to go down to the main floor. It was the end of the day and I was looking forward to going home. The elevator all of a sudden stops with a screeching halt and I looked at my coworker. Stuck, the emergency light flashing and we knew we were probably here for a while. The last time it was hours before they were able to get it working. We sat down and started to talk, minutes turned to hours and there we were still stuck. He was a good looking guy and we had flirted on and off for quite a bit now. I opened my briefcase and handed him a bottle of water, I was glad there were two inside because usually I worked out at the end of the day but not today. I could feel him watching me actually staring at me and it was finally a little too much so I asked him what he was looking at. He said was imagining kissing me and fucking me right here on the elevator floor. I was aroused instantly and said why just imagine it? He was on me fast, hard, tearing at my clothes, going down on me and licking and tasting me everywhere and I did the same. When he entered me, it felt so good I almost came on the spot. The time passed by quickly now and as we lay there, held in each other's arms, the elevator started to move, out little interlude was over.

The restaurant was crowded and it took forever to get the table, but it was worth the wait. It was in a secluded little spot in the far corner the long white table cloth on top almost going to the floor around it. We ordered a glass of wine and I could see the look on his face. He reached for my hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel how hard he was through his pants and knew he would not wait until later for a little taste of pleasure. Looking around, I did what everyone always sees in the movies, I slid down underneath the table, unzipped his pants and started sucking on his big, hard dick. I could hear him talking and realized that he was actually giving our order to our waitress so I started sucking and stroking full force. I could feel him tense up as he spoke and he started to cum in my mouth. He paused midsentence to enjoy the feel of shooting his load right down my throat. Laughing I swallowed, tasting his every last drop. I slid back into view, startling the waitress who turned ten shades of red as she realized what I had just done. Reaching for my glass of wine I calmly inquired about the soup of the day. She said it was a cream based bisque and without skipping a beat I said, well I already had cream today, how about a salad to start?

In some recent spring cleaning, I have been amazed at what I am finding, having no recollection of buying some of the things and having to bid some of them adieu. Things for myself, things for my house. When did I buy all of this stuff? What was I thinking? Do I / did I really need all those shirts, pants, shoes? Do I need 50 dishtowels or a set of 24 coffee cups? I live alone and I don't like coffee! Well, the good news is that I basically got a new wardrobe out of it. A few times upon wearing these found treasures out, I have been asked - I like that shirt, is it new? How do you answer that? It is new, but old. Some good did come out of my recent cleaning spree - a lot of the treasures I unearthed are either outdated or no longer interest me which I happily donated to a good cause. Best of all, this has made me want to stay out of stores for a little while (and, yes, internet shopping) and hopefully, for life, will rethink buying massive amounts of things I do not need. But, as the saying goes - old habits die hard.

I just got back from vacation and I can't seem to get back to reality. It was such an amazing week full of the perfect combination of relaxation and excitement. The hotel was so beautiful and right on the ocean. Our room had a large balcony with a view that went on forever. The first day we didn't schedule any activities - we just rented scooters and toured the island. We had a leisurely lunch at a restaurant by the water - we actually saw dolphins playing in the water as we ate. On the second day, we decided to do some activities that we may not have a chance to do again anytime soon. We headed out to the beach and were approached by a group of locals who asked us if we wanted to go parasailing. We agreed and waded out to their boat. I started to get a little nervous when I saw the guys pull out something and start smoking it but it turned out to be an amazing experience. We followed up parasailing with a rum pirate cruise and some scuba diving. The following day was the last day of our trip and we spent it on the beach, relaxing with drink in hand.