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Thursday, 26 September 2013

Championship Performance - part 1



Championship Performance
by Jonathan Eddington



The final of the World Mens Ten Meter Diving Championships was due to take place in under an hour. In the changing room, twelve young guys were preparing themselves for the most important dives of their lives. The hopes of Great Britain rested on the eighteen year old shoulders of Tim Dally. But unbeknown to him, diving was not the most memorable thing he would be doing today.

"Hey, Tim!" someone shouted from across the room.

Tim looked up to see the Canadian, Rusty McCormick heading towards him, his naked cock semi-erect and getting harder by the moment.

"Vic wants to suck you so deep your balls rest on his chin!" he added, his stiffening member level with Tim's face, and getting closer, "though I'd rather you did that to me!"

"Get lost!" growled Tim and scrambled away.

Rusty laughed and went back over to Victor Maxibaev, the Russian. At a previous event Victor had walked past Tim and slapped his arse saying how he wanted it later. Tim had got so flustered he had almost been knocked out of the competition. This was clearly another attempt to break his composure. Glancing across he saw Victor gently caressing Rusty's now solid cock and kissing him deeply, while looking hungrily at Tim.

Turning away again, Tim tried to picture the incredibly difficult dives he would be performing. Every movement had to be timed to perfection, just as they had been at his last training session. His teammates had gone wild after he had executed every dive perfectly. The guys had given him congratulatory pats on the back, where as the girls had hugged him or kissed him on the cheek. Well most had.

Tania Crouch had hugged him, then held his head in her hands and kissed him. To Tim to it had seemed an eternity, but was really only a few seconds longer than any of the others. He had always fancied her, but been to shy to do anything about it. Many a night he had gone to sleep after a long, hard training session thinking of her. He recalled how soft, yet firm her lightly wet lips had felt against his. Her body had felt so good against his separated only by her swimsuit. Tim's cock began to bulge in his trunks. Embarrassed he draped a towel across his legs as he continued to fantasise about her.

Tim had seen her firm athletic physique naked when most of the team had skinny dipped at a party about a month ago. Watching from a poolside table he had seen her unashamedly remove her bikini top, exposing her small, firm breasts to everyone. They had looked so tempting, particularly as she bent forward to slip off her bikini bottoms. The glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush had made his cock harden. Then she had turned to dive in the pool, and arched gracefully through the air into the water. The sight of her pert bum had threatened to make his erection poke out of the top of his trunks. Back in his room that night he had wanked himself off thinking of her, and what they could do together.

Picturing Tania walking naked over to him, Tim's cock was now throbbing beneath the towel. Oh how he longed to caress her beautiful body and her pert bum as they kissed. Then he would slide his hands up her body and squeeze her breasts, as Tania grasped for his cock and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing shaft. Would it feel the same as when he touched it? Would she kneel in front of him and...

With a bang the door to the changing room flew open.

"Tim!"

Monday, 16 September 2013

Erotica Is Good For You



There are people out there who won't believe this, but erotica is good for you. You don't believe me? Well let me tell you why it's something everyone should read.

Monday, 29 July 2013

Dreaming of You 4 - The Maid



Dreaming of You 4 - The Maid
by Jonathan Eddington



I had a dream about you last night. A hot, sweaty, climactic dream...

Like all dreams it begins in the middle. In this case, the middle of our new young maid cleaning the front room of our million pound mansion. On a huge ornate sofa we are sat in our luxurious bathrobes. On the other side of the room our maid cleans and tidies in the skimpy uniform you provided. As she bends away from us to pick something up, not only does she have to place a hand across her chest to stop her small, pert breasts from sliding out, but her skirt rises so high we can see her white lace panties and the tight curves of her buttocks. I find myself wishing it was you and gaze lovingly into your eyes.

Leaning close, you kiss and nibble my ear as your hand slides into my gown, over my muscular chest, down to my firm stomach, and stops at my crotch. Swiftly I grow hard as your delicate fingers tease my balls then run up and down the full length of my growing erection. Within moments the front of my robe resembles a huge tent. It falls open, exposing me to the room, as you lift your hand from me.

Feeling incredibly turned on at the thought of being seen by our maid, I open the top of your robe freeing your big, beautiful breasts. You sit back and gasp lightly as I tease a nipple with my fingers. The sound causes the maid to glance in our direction. Briefly she stops, a shocked look on her face, but looks away and returns to her duties.

Holding my hand to your breast you kiss me deeply and grasp my erection firmly. With slow deliberate strokes you begin to rub it, as I gently squeeze first one breast then the other. Again the maid looks round, only this time for longer. Your hand moves faster, and now it is my turn to gasp at the pleasure your giving me. This time the maid turns to look right at us for a moment, then moves to dust the enormous fireplace on the side wall. We see her eyes glance at our reflection in the silver candlesticks on the mantelpiece. As you continue to slowly rub my shaft, the young maid moves to the end nearest us. Now she can clearly see us in the almost wall length mirror that hangs on this side of the fireplace.

It feels so naughty having someone there as we play with each other. But will she stay as things heat up?

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Friendly Interruption



Friendly Interruption
by Jonathan Eddington



"I can't wait until you're home. I'm gonna suck you dry!"

My pants had been straining to contain my cock as I had driven home with Marianne's text fresh in my memory. For several days our sex plans had been thwarted by different circumstances. The kids fighting, unexpected family visits, and even a leaky pipe, had all combined to make it over a week since the last time we had managed more than snatched kisses and cuddles due to a lack of time and energy. All day we had been sexting each other. The messages had started fairly tame with "I want you right now" and grown increasingly detailed about what we wanted to do with each other. After Marianne sent me a picture of her using her favourite Rabbit, I teased her about how I felt I had missed out as she had cum and I had not. Marianne replied with that text, and for the rest of the day I ached to feel her soft lips teasing the tip of my cock, licking around the head, then sucking me deep into her mouth...

Thankfully the kids were round at their dad's when I arrived home, and Marianne was waiting for me at the door.

"Ready for a good sucking?" Marianne whispered hungrily in my ear as she grabbed my crotch. "Hmm, I see you are!"

"You bet!" I gasped, and closed the door behind me, as Marianne dropped to her knees and quickly released my throbbing cock.

"Ooh I've missed this" she cooed as she caressed my heavy balls.

"Me too!" I grinned as her tongue teased the tip.

Suddenly the front door bell rang.

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

What a Woman Wants



What a Woman Wants
by Jonathan Eddington



He was prim, he was proper, he was awfully nice,
When she came up to a door he'd hold it open in a trice,
He'd buy her chocolates get her flowers send her lovey dovey cards,
But what she liked the most was how he'd fuck her good and hard,

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Yours





Yours
by Jonathan Eddington



You tied me up and held me down,
You teased me and you thrilled me,
With feathers, whips, and candle wax,
You show'd me how things could be,
If in you I did place my trust,
And left me at your mercy,
For I am yours to love and care,
For now and always will be.