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Daily trivia,
One-on-one
“What do you want for your birthday?” Emma asked me last week. Quite spontaneously, and without malice aforethought, I answered, “My cock up your arse.” To be perfectly honest, I surprised even myself by that split-second response. As far as I was aware, the thought had not consciously crossed my mind, and I hadn’t really had time to consider an answer to the question. But the idea must have come from somewhere. Perhaps a recent Redtube download had planted the seed. One thing for sure, once it was out in the open, the idea immediately appealed to me, and I felt my cock stiffening against Emma’s soft buttocks. We had just finished a photo-shoot and were relaxing spoon-fashion, waiting for things to develop. (As I have explained elsewhere, photographing Emma is not always the turn-on you might expect it to be. Concentrating on capturing the images can paradoxically be a passion-killer.) Emma didn’t say yes, and she didn’t say no. Was there a hint of maybe in the sidelong glance she gave me? Time alone will tell. My birthday, by the way, is next month.
“What do you want for your birthday?” Emma asked me last week. Quite spontaneously, and without malice aforethought, I answered, “My cock up your arse.” To be perfectly honest, I surprised even myself by that split-second response. As far as I was aware, the thought had not consciously crossed my mind, and I hadn’t really had time to consider an answer to the question. But the idea must have come from somewhere. Perhaps a recent Redtube download had planted the seed. One thing for sure, once it was out in the open, the idea immediately appealed to me, and I felt my cock stiffening against Emma’s soft buttocks. We had just finished a photo-shoot and were relaxing spoon-fashion, waiting for things to develop. (As I have explained elsewhere, photographing Emma is not always the turn-on you might expect it to be. Concentrating on capturing the images can paradoxically be a passion-killer.) Emma didn’t say yes, and she didn’t say no. Was there a hint of maybe in the sidelong glance she gave me? Time alone will tell. My birthday, by the way, is next month.
