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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Reality Check (M solo)
By John Drake © 1996
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His lover lay naked beside him, enticing as always. He had to try
again. His lips brushed over her face and neck; he bent to kiss her
body. He began to caress her skin...
"Hey! None of that."
"Honey..."
"Sweetie, you KNOW I hate foreplay. Just fuck me...come on." She spread
her legs and took his hand.
He sighed inwardly. This had been the routine for some time. But his
lover felt soft and inviting, so he obeyed. He climbed between her
legs and she guided his cock into her. Being careful not to use hands
or mouth, he began moving on her. She was tight and felt good. She
moved with him.
"Yes honey...that's all I need...nothing else..." His lover tensed,
contracted, smiled. Her legs gripped him; her feet dug into his
calves as she came three or four times, quickly. It was always too
quick for him.
"Your turn, babe."
Now she allowed him to hold her as he took his pleasure. It had been
a while and he came powerfully. "See, baby?" she said. "I don't know
why "That"'s so important to you. I always "finish" with you! She
kissed him lightly. "But it always makes me sleepy."
As his lover snored peacefully, the fifteenth showing of "Clueless"
blasting on cable, he thought about what to do. He was an intensely
sexual person; his lover's puritan upbringing had finally taken away
much of her sexual adventurousness. Sex was part of his language;
for her it was "unproductive." But leaving her never occurred to
him, and he couldn't bring himself to cheat. They were loving partners
in every other way. His lover was always affectionate, but less so
in bed. There, it seemed she must treat him as if he were no
different from the Magic Wand vibrator she kept on her side of the
bed (hidden in case her mother should visit). Besides, once in a
while she would open up, and sex would be great...but it wasn't
often. He thought, If only I could find some way to balance my
sexuality with my domestic side.
He went in the other room and flipped on the computer. Surfing the
Net was a no-brainer; it might provide him a little escape and time
to think. He checked his e-mail to find a message from his new pen
pal. She was fun to talk with; they had shared their opinions and
problems, and once in a while they had indulged in a little harmless
cyberflirting. But that was as far as it went; he really couldn't
understand what all the fuss was.
The message came up. He had admired her Web page and somehow the
topic of pictures had come up. Now she wrote:
well, I won't talk about the ones I didn't link to ;)
Smart-ass. He laughed softly and hit the Reply button:
If they're in there at all they ought to be fair game :)
He surfed for a while, forgetting about it. But the mail program
beeped at him. He found another message from his friend:
Well, you'll probably hate me for this, but you're a >friend so
they're at
...and she listed a URL.
He hated to admit it, but he was intrigued. With trembling fingers,
he typed in the URL. The photo that came up was actually several
photos, of the kind boyfriends take. He usually didn't like extreme
closeups, preferring to see the woman as a person. But these showed
a pair of large, soft breasts and wide but nice hips. Most of them
were crotch shots; they displayed a clean-shaven pussy with
symmetrically shaped lips and a small but prominent clit. A vibrator
was inserted in her vagina in several shots; it looked like a tight
fit. He could see the hem of a pulled-up dress or nightgown and
just a hint of rounded, shapely thighs.
By itself, his cock was hardening. He slipped his sweats off and began
to tease himself, using his fingertips the way he liked, the way his
lover usually wouldn't do. He hoped his friend had enjoyed the
vibrator and wasn't just posing for the picture. He went back into
the bedroom and got his lover's Magic Wand. Returning to the screen,
he grabbed a Kleenex and pressed the machine to the underside of his
erection. He flipped the switch. As the pulses went through his penis
and waves of pleasure hit him, he looked at the photo again. In one
corner was a portrait--the face of an attractive young woman with
classic features. But she looked unhappy, he thought. The vibe hummed
against his cock, and he wondered what she must look like when she
smiled...
Her wide mouth parted in a sensuous smile. Letting the nightgown fall,
she lay back on the bed, displaying herself to him. Both were attached
and they had agreed to no-contact, but that didn't stop her from
teasing him mercilessly. He gazed at her heavy breasts with their
round nipples. Her hips curved outrageously, beckoning inward to the
smooth skin of her mons. She exuded sexuality, like a Renoir painting.
Her hands ran over her body, stopping to caress her breasts, cupping
them. Her nipples got even harder. She lifted a breast to her mouth
and licked the nipple. He almost broke a leg getting out of his clothes.
He reached for his cock and began to finger himself.
"No...not yet," she said. "Stop, or I'll stop."
He stopped. Her hand played about her thigh; he could see the gooseflesh
rising on her skin. As she continued to tongue her breast, a hand ran
over her shaved triangle, caressing the bare skin. She sighed and began
to rub her labia, spreading wide to show him her pussy. He saw the color
change from a delicate pink to a darker shade. Her vulva glistened. She
began to finger her hard little clit, smiling as his erection thrust
forward at her. She was telling him how good it felt. Then she reached
over and picked up a dildo-shaped vibrator. "I brought a surprise," she
managed to say, her voice ragged.
Pre-come was oozing from his cock without having touched it. Now she
switched on her vibe and pressed it to her pussy. Her hips arched and
she looked at him and moaned. She circled her clit with the tip of the
dildo. Her pussy was a dark purple by now. He was almost whimpering,
his cock standing straight out. She opened her outer lips with a hand,
sliding the vibrator against her labia and deep into her vagina. The
hum muted as her folds took it in. She fucked the dildo, holding it
steady, her ample hips rising to meet it. She looked at him. "Yes..
.yess...I'm ready to come now..." Her toes curled tightly; her whole
body tensed. She cried out as her hips moved in a circle, involuntarily.
He could smell her. Her orgasm done, she relaxed.
"OK...now," she said. He took his cock in hand, began pleasuring himself.
She sat up, handed him the vibe. He touched it to the sensitive underside,
gazing at her nakedness, the unexpected bareness of her pussy. He was
dissolving with pleasure. She mashed her hand into his face, filling
him with the smell and taste of her climax. Feeling the vibrations, he
was coming as she softly encouraged him. He thought he felt fingertips
gently brush his scrotum...
His cock twitched under the vibrator. He was still alone, the Magic
Wand throbbing powerfully against him. His body tensed and he saw
the stain spread over the tissue as his come soaked it. He almost
never made noise while masturbating, but this time he did. His friend
was once again two-dimensional on the screen. Calming himself down, he
read the rest of her message:
Write and tell me how you liked the pictures :)
He smiled. Perhaps, after all, he had found a way to balance his
two selves. And perhaps he would try again to reach his lover's
sexuality on some level.
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