Comments on: Smoke Break

By: Jae

Jae — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 22:38:23 +0000

A wife of a good friend of my husband, *accidentally” texted my cell as she entertained her husband at a local couples-only lingerie-dirty-movie store. Between her lovely refined voice and his deep educated and terribly sexy noises, I couldn neither hang-up or respond, just listened as long as I dared.
An accident brought about by intense passion or one of those Fruedian slips? I may never know. Yet, late at night or early in the morning I find myself hoping just once more, my cell will ring and there will be a repeat. When we see each other at the store or Target or in town or at the park, she never gives any evidence of either doing this or calling my number. Not by a flicker of her eyes or expression. Neither does her husband. Alas, I still blush a bit and babble this causes my husband to wonder aloud as to why I get so nervous around them.
Perhaps I should tell. Perhaps one night I should *accidentally* hit her number?
A good, deacon’s daughter such as I?

By: Big Geek

Big Geek — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 00:56:23 +0000

Hmmm… how do I get to be your ‘friend’?

By: Big Geek

Big Geek — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:14:08 +0000

Smoke break indeed… smoking hot break…

By: Karl Elvis

Karl Elvis — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 23:50:10 +0000

That’s so damned hot.

By: D. Juan

D. Juan — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 22:27:01 +0000

I’ve spent some time in adult porn stores, but never did the cubicle wank– always seemed rather sordid. Though this one time, in a dark cubicle in a porn store in Rio de Janeiro…