8 comments/ 19315 views/ 9 favorites Lifetime By: rikkitampa2014 "I slipped you a mickey," she said with a smile, after tying the last of my extremities to one of the four bedposts. I was confused at first. Her name was Micki. "What?" "A mickey. I ground up one of your Viagra tabs and spiked your drink with it." "Oh." This explained many things. Such as...the sweet blue curacao concoction she'd served upon my arrival. And the fact that while my naked spread-eagle body was otherwise completely and immovably horizontal now, one of its component parts was twelve-o'clock high. In fact, I hadn't had a throbbing erection this stiff since...college? My wedding night? I tested the ropes. They were tight. I was helpless. Micki, bouncing around in her panties and bare tits and nothing else at all four bed corners was good at this. A pro. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked. I forced a smile, trying to hide my wariness. "Torture you. What do you think?" She knelt next to me, at midbody, sitting back on her pink heels. "I've tied guys up before, but never like this. I've been reading up on orgasm denial on the internet. A femdom site, supposedly. Though I get the feeling all these sites are written by men. Wishful thinking." "What?" I asked. "You don't believe there are dominant women?" "Of course I believe there are dom women! I'm a dominant woman!" "No, I know. I meant..." "Shut up! Speak when you're spoken to." "Yes. Yes, dear," I replied, deciding to slide into my submissive role. This was either going to be one of the hottest experiences of my life, or...god only knew. But this first part sure was pleasurable. My cock was inside her right fist and she was stroking me. Her hand looked small in comparison and I was impressed with myself. Look at the size of it! It also felt somewhat numb, again thanks to the Viagra. This was a good thing. It meant it would take awhile before my fountain of sperm erupted and ran down Micki's pumping hand. Little did I know... Forty minutes ago, in addition to meeting me at her condo door with a blue drink, she'd told me—told not asked—to remove all my clothes. Once I was naked she came forward, placed the four fingers of her right hand under my shaved balls and lifted them, twice, in a weighing motion. "They feel full," she observed. "Seven days' worth?" "Yes. It's been torture." Micki laughed. Gave my balls a squeeze so crushing it buckled my knees, took my breath away. "You haven't seen anything yet. That was just Part One." "Of what?" "That's for you to find out." Then we headed to the couch where, oddly enough, we proceeded to make small-talk while I, ineluctably and with some embarrassment, proceeded to get stiffer and stiffer. "My we're big today," Micki eventually smiled. I looked down at myself, open-mouthed. "I...I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry?" "I can't control it. I don't have an explanation for it." "I do. Let's go in the bedroom." Micki's technique was simple. Stroke me until my back arched and I was on the verge of coming and then...STOP. Pinch my cock hard just below the head and hold it, while with the middle finger of her free hand, and propelled by her thumb, she flicked my balls, one then the other. This method of orgasm denial left my chest heaving and my head rolling against the pillow. I moaned, I cried out. Increasingly, I begged her to let me cum. Micki merely laughed. If a bead of semen escaped the tip of my penis, Micki bent over and suctioned it up. "Yum!" she would say. "Delicious!" And on one occasion, "It's almost enough to make me let you shoot your whole load in my mouth...but not quite." Then she gave my balls another painful flick. I don't know how many times she tortured me like this—a dozen? Or how long it lasted—an hour? Two? I only know that my head was swirling—it felt like I'd taken a hallucinogenic—by the time Micki backed off the bed and said: "That's enough for now." My sigh of relief shook my whole bound body. Micki returned from the bathroom with an ice pack—she'd prepared for everything—and pressed it against the underside of my still-rigid cock. She held it there. It felt good at first. My cock was on fire. Then the cold became its own form of fire and I writhed with a new form of pain. Another bead of semen had leaked from my hole and Micki licked it off, leaving behind a smear of her saliva on my pink head. She and her ice pack departed, thankfully, and I was left wondering what Micki had in store for me next. My cock had wilted a touch, but only a touch. It now angled off to the side like a flesh-and-vein Leaning Tower of Pisa. A laugh escaped my lips. It would be my last for a very long time. Micki re-emerged pulling a ribbed stretch-top over her head. No bra. Her pert little B-cups didn't really require one. I loved seeing her like this—the contours of her tits in cloth's second skin; her nipple bumps showing. In addition to the aqua top she was wearing hemmed chocolate-brown short-shorts and strapless sandals. The lacquer on her finger and toenails matched the color of her blouse. Micki looked...super cute. God! "I'm going out," she declared. "When I return we'll resume your torture session." "Where you going?" I asked with a measure of anxiety. "None of your beeswax." She gave her honey-blonde hair a toss. Her lipstick: red. "The mall. Do some shopping. I'm guessing you have a credit card on you that isn't maxed out?" "Take the Kapitel card," I said. "It's not going to get declined is it? If it does I'll whip the-" "I've got, like, a eight hundred FICO score, Micki." She did a little mocking dance. "Well la-dee-da. Aren't you special? It's in your wallet?" I started to say, Well where else would it be? Instead I replied submissively, resignedly: "Yes." "I won't go crazy," she said, giving her thick hair another toss. "Some cute things at Victoria's Secret, and a few other places. When I get back I'll model them for you, get you hard again," referring, I assumed, to my Leaning Tower. "Our next session will go late into the night. So prepare yourself. And if anybody asks about the name on your credit card," she beamed, "I'll just tell them I'm your...wife." Micki turned back. "Oh. What's your least favorite TV channel?" To the extent that I could, I shrugged. "I don't know. SyFy? Lifetime?" Micki grinned. Walked over to the flatscreen, picked up the remote, scrolled until she came to the Lifetime Channel and clicked it on. A commercial was in progress, of course. She turned the sound up—loud. "Enjoy!" she shouted, before leaving the room. "Thanks a lot," I muttered. This would indeed be torture. My ex-wife had watched the Lifetime Channel—endlessly. How many Sunday NFL games had I missed while she remained glued to some cheating-husband-revenge made-for-TV movie? I preferred orgasm denial to this. Anyday. By twisting my head all the way to the right, I could almost see the bedside clock. Almost. My bound and slightly elevated right arm was in the way. I guessed it was about four-thirty. I'd arrived around two. A half hour or so of drinking and smalltalk while the Viagra kicked in; followed by close to two hours of torture; followed by Micki's bank account-depleting departure. Good thing I loved her. I yanked at the restraining nylon ropes. My aim was not to escape; my aim was to pull free long enough to get some blood flowing back into my arms and to silence the inanity of the TV. The shows were bad enough but all the endless commercials? I'd required a hernia operation once, probably owing to all my years of ball-stretching, and the guy I shared the hospital room with watched commercial TV ENDLESSLY. It drove me crazy. I pressed the buzzer and when the nurse came a half hour later I asked if she could supply me with earplugs. "We don't have earplugs, sir," she said. So I resorted to shouting: "WILL YOU TURN THAT FUCKING THING DOWN?" "Do we have a problem?" my roommate asked. "Yes we have a problem! Have you ever heard of closed fucking captions?" "Can you please not swear? Maybe if you'd asked in a nice way I would have tried to accommodate you. But my vision is not good and-" "Then get some fucking glasses you asshole!" My primary care guy signed off on discharging me a day early. Micki picked me up, come to think of it. My savior! "Get me the fuck out of this place!" "Will you calm down?" Also, had I been able to escape Micki's expert knots, I probably would have run to the toilet, or the sink—whichever was closest—and jacked out my seven-day load. OH! How would Micki ever know? The Viagra cocktail would probably still take care of my erection. She would be none the wiser. Either that or she would roll me over and whip the shit out of me, as she had done many times before in our sexual relationship. As for the unraveled ropes: "Your knots sucked, dear. What can I say?" Whack! Hours passed. I squirmed. Micki's cat came in and mewed, wanting to be fed. I developed a thorny theory. Micki, in her skimpy little braless mall-shopping outfit had met some guy and gone home with him. She would fuck him, make excuses why she couldn't stay the night and head home. Eventually... Eventually came and went. I drifted off. I slept. It was dark when I awoke, I could tell that much. My penis now lay half-hard on my belly. What time was it? The TV blasted. Despite it all I drifted off again. I awoke with a crushing headache. Fucking Viagra. Thanks, Micki. Thanks for the subterfuge. Wasn't this technically illegal? Drugging a person and then taking advantage of them sexually? I was a prisoner! It was still dark outside. My stomach groaned. I hadn't eaten in, what, twelve hours? Fifteen? The hungry cat mewed. Sorry, baby. I'm indisposed. Despite it all—the TV, the cat, my bed-sore frustration—I managed to sleep again. This time I awoke to wan sunlight. Dawn. Micki still wasn't home. This wasn't right. Torture, yes. But within agreed upon parameters. She wouldn't just shack up with some guy and leave me hanging like this... Would she? I began to scream. I guessed it was around nine a.m., Sunday. Once I'd been on a lake in a canoe and I stood up...and fell overboard. I'd been wearing—big mistake—wading boots and the boots filled with water and I had no buoyancy. I was looking up through several feet of lake water at the cloudless blue sky above. What a day to drown! What a way to go! But the same water-weight that held me down quickly pulled the boots from my legs and allowed me to surface. I had no pride at that point. I cried out: "Help! Help! I'm drowning!" I managed, at that point, to back-stroke to shore. A neighbor rescued me. It was utterly humiliating. Now, tied to a bed, and still sporting an uncontrollable erection, I threw self-respect out the window again and cried for help. "Help! Help me!" I cried out until my voice turned hoarse. Perhaps no one else was home in the building. Perhaps the fucking Lifetime Channel drowned me out. It was hopeless. I was trapped, starving and uncontrollably horny. I didn't care anymore. SOMEONE PLEASE RESCUE ME! Where the fuck was Micki? I slept again. I awoke—to voices. Could it be? It sounded like someone was playing with the lock. Burglar? I didn't care. "Help! Help! In here!" The door burst open and seconds later a blue-uniformed police officer entered the room. On the run. She looked my naked horny body up and down. I didn't fucking care. "What's going on here?" she asked. Then, to her fellow officers: "In here!" Officer Munoz, according to her name badge, immediately sank a knee onto the mattress and began undoing the ropes. Left wrist followed by my left ankle. My legs were OK but my arms were immobile. I couldn't move them. All the blood had drained out of them...and, I theorized, entered my penis. Hence another uncontrollable erection. It was embarrassing. Now two cops—Munoz and another—were untying the ropes and I was looking—left—at Munoz's pussy in her tight blue pants. I wondered what she was wearing underneath. Was she a lesbian...? "What's going on here?" a male officer with three stripes on his uni asked. "Um...we were playing a game," I replied. I didn't care at this point. I was free of the restraints! I could move again! (Everything but my arms...) "What kind of game?" "Just a...," the embarrassment sinking in. "Can you cover that thing?" the sergeant asked. "Can't...move my arms." "Get EMT in here," he said to one of his subordinates. "How long have you been like this, sir?" I liked the sir part. And the fact that Munoz had thrown a spare pillow over my erection. "Since, um, yesterday afternoon." "Christ. And what's your relationship to, um," consulting his notepad, "Ms. Micki Drapery?" "Micki?" I asked, trying to delay the inevitable. "Is she a friend, a...?" I swallowed hard. "She's my...sister. My only sister." A pall kind of fell over the room. The sergeant looked at Munoz and Munoz leaned over me and said, "I have some very bad news Mr., um, Drapery. Your sister is one of seven people killed in a shooting at the mall yesterday afternoon. She was shot while exiting Victoria's Secret. She-" "Corporal Munoz...," the sergeant said, "I don't think we have to go into the gory details at this point." "No sir," she replied. "Sorry sir." I was too numb to weep. I sat upright in the middle of the bed with a pillow still covering my erection. My limp arms hung down. My mouth hung open. EMT arrived and whisked me off to the hospital for "observation." A PT was brought in to restore sensation to my arms. I was given a drug to counteract the lingering effect of the Viagra cocktail. They were good to me in the ER. To my everlasting shock officer Munoz visited me a few days later—at my home. She was in street clothes. Makeup. Had a similar build to my sister. I hardly recognized her. She asked if I was holding up OK. I am, I replied. She was off-duty. I poured her a generous bourbon. I decided to go for it. Sat across from her, put my hands on her thighs. She looked down. "I'm gay," she said. "Gay?" "Well, lesbian. My partner and I—she's a county commissioner...we're into torturing males. Well, within limits." She restrained a laugh. "We'd never leave you tied up for, like, fifteen hours like your poor sister but...I know this is a difficult time for you. Grieving and all that..." "The funeral is tomorrow," I said. "I know. I'm going. But maybe afterwards..." I looked up. Looked into my future Dom's emotionless brown eyes. "Yes," I replied. "Yes!" Officer Munoz was a dream come true. Life goes on... Lifetime Love My son and I have been living alone since my wife died 10 years ago. We are closer than your average father/son duo. My name is Michael. My son is now 18 years old and has grown up very well. His name is Chris. One day everything changed. I was working in the basement when I heard him come home from school. "Dad I'm home!" he hollered. He is 6'2", I have blue eyes, black hair and a 10" cock. He's a football player and works out a lot. I saw him in the shower one day and I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. "I'm in the basement, son. You're back from football already?" I think I'm considered pretty sexy. I'm almost as tall as my son, same hair and eyes. I also work out. Have to keep up with him! "Yeah, it was cancelled because it's raining. What's for dinner, Dad?" "How about pizza? We can watch a movie tonight." I heard him yell an agreement and then footsteps up the stairs. I followed him a few minutes later and opened his door just in time to see cum flying everywhere. "Sorry Dad!" he said as he covered up. "Don't worry son, everyone does it. You've really grown up a lot and have a great body to show off." I lifted the sheet and started running my hands over his abs. I dropped the sheet to the floor and started scooping up his cum. Then I put my fingers in his mouth and started sucking the cum from them. God he tasted good! I moaned, "Mmm, tasty." I started kissing him on the cheeks and then covered his mouth with mine. He started kissing me with passion and we shared the taste of his cum. I kissed his neck until I reached his nipples and started licking and biting them. Bringing my hands down to his dick, I stroked it slowly. Then I started licking around the head of his cock. Finally I could resist no longer and I slid his whole cock down my throat and started sucking fast and hard. Soon he was close to cumming again. "Oh Dad...oh god that feels good! Keep sucking, oh yes Dad! You're going to make me cum!" "No, not yet son." I started licking his balls. I licked a finger and surprised him by putting a finger in his ass. He gasped, "Oh Dad! That feels so good. Keep doing that!" "You like that son?" "Oh yes!" He moaned loudly. Suddenly I heard what I'd been waiting for: "Oh dad fuck me! I need that big cock of yours." "Are you sure?" "Oh yes I want you to be my first!" "Ok son, but this will hurt at first." I started licking and sucking on hie hole so it would be wet and ready. I knelt between his legs, pushing his knees back to his chest to open his hole for he. I pushed the head of my cock against him. Holy fuck he was tight. He tried to back away. He whimpered, "Stop! Stop, it hurts!" "Don't worry, Chris I will go slow." I watched I as I pushed in slowly. "See son? Half of my cock is in already." I watched as his pain slowly melted to pleasure and he moaned. "Oh Dad, it feels so good. I'm close to cumming already! Fuck me Dad. I want it all! Fuck me hard." I drove the rest of my big, thick cock deep in his ass, slamming harder and faster. I groaned, staring deep into his eyes, "Oh yes! I love your tight hole, son." "Oh yes, fuck me hard! Dad I love you. I'm cumming! Oh yes fuck me harder Dad!" His cum spurts all over his chest and mine. That pushes me over the edge. My cock expands as I start cumming too. Spurt after spurt fills his hole with the same cum that created him. I collapsed on top of him and he hugged me tight. "Oh, Dad I love you." I smiled, kissing his mouth again, "From now on you sleep with me and we can make love whenever we want." My son smiles, "Dad, I hope me and you will be together forever! I don't care what anyone says, I love you with all my heart." I kissed him, "Don't worry son, tomorrow we can make more love. We can go camping next weekend and we can have uninterrupted fun fishing and fucking." He said, "Dad, that will be fun. Me and you will have a great time together. We can do everything together." I wiped him up with a t-shirt while we talked, "What do you want to do tomorrow? You want to go rent some movies? We could watch and then we could make love." He smiled and said, "Sure Dad, maybe some action and maybe some porno movies. We could watch some man to man action, sucking and fucking each other. That will make me hot! How about you, Dad?" I said, "Sure son, that will be nice. How about we get some sleep tonight. AFTER we have some more fun." I leered and leaned over to bite his nipple. My son and I have a good father and son relationship. Maybe we'll include others in the future. More to come... Lifetime Lovers The excitement was bubbling inside her. It was almost time for him to arrive. The crotch of her white cotton panties was getting moist just thinking about it. She was right on schedule. She had just enough time to take a hot bath and put on the special things she had just for this occasion. She wanted everything to be perfect. It was Valentine's Day. As she lay in the hot, steamy tub, she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to have him here with her now. It was hard to resist the urge to bring herself to climax at that very moment, but she knew that he would be there with her before long and knew it would be worth the wait. Just as she was putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, she heard the sound of a car door slamming tight. Her heart began to pound as if it would jump right out of her chest. The short, tight black dress she was wearing hardly concealed the silky, red ¾ pushup bra that barely covered her now hard nipples. She wasn't wearing any panties, which she knew would drive him crazy later. She felt her knees begin to buckle at the sight of him and held her breath. She had always found him breathtaking, but at this very moment, she was overwhelmed at how gorgeous he was. As he entered the doorway, they embraced, and the scent of him and the feel of his body pressed against her sent her reeling. She managed a whisper, "Happy Valentine's Day" into his ear breathlessly. He replied, "Happy Valentine's Day, baby." They had planned to go out for the evening to celebrate. That would have to wait. She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. As she pressed him down onto the bed and began undressing him he could see the desire in her dark eyes, and he began kissing her hard and hungrily. She began licking his neck and earlobes and he responded with a throaty groan. She smiled at him and began kissing him again as she fondled his nipple with her fingertip. It responded to her touch and she reached down with her mouth and began licking and sucking it. She ran her fingernails along his ribs and felt the goose bumps this created under her fingertips. He continued groaning with pleasure at her touch. She continued licking and kissing his bare chest and stomach and probed his belly button with her tongue. He tasted so good and she wanted to taste every inch of him. She unbuttoned his blue jeans and ran her tongue through the hair just above his underwear. He moaned and whispered "Oh, baby, don't stop." He was clutching her long chestnut hair as she lowered herself to her knees, lifting the hem of her tight black dress to her hips. As she slid his blue jeans and underwear to the floor, she continued softly licking and kissing the inside of his thighs. His hard, thick cock was glistening with precum and she almost came at the sight of it. She grabbed the base of it and began licking at the juices oozing from it. He clutched her hair tighter, knowing her mouth would soon engulf him and the anticipation was unbearable. She slid her tongue up the length of his shaft from the base to the tip and began circling the head of it with the tip of her tongue. She inserted the head of his cock into her mouth and gently sucked the remaining juices from it, then inserted the tip of her tongue to get every last drop. She looked up at him and he was watching her intently. She smiled wickedly at him and continued teasing his cock with her mouth and tongue as he moaned in ecstasy. She licked his balls and sucked them into her mouth gently. Then she could not contain herself any longer. She wrapped her lips around his cock and shoved the entire length of it into her throat. He gasped and she began sucking harder and harder and faster and faster. His hips rocked and he pressed himself harder to her face as she continued to milk his throbbing cock with her mouth. She could feel her own juices dripping from her with each throb of his swollen member. She reached down with one hand to feel the slick, hot folds of her cunt. Her own touch sent electricity through her and she began sucking and licking harder and faster. She continued to rub and finger herself as she rammed his shaft further into her throat. She came all over her fingers as he pumped his hot juices into her throat. She swallowed hard and lapped up the remaining cum from his still hard cock. She collapsed against the inside of his thigh and trembled with each breath. He continued to stroke her soft hair as his head reeled. They lay there silently, absorbing the feelings that were still coursing through their bodies and dozed into peaceful sleep. When they came back to earth, they cleaned up and dressed for their dinner plans. On the way to the restaurant, they were silently replaying the events of the afternoon in their minds. She watched him lovingly as he drove, his mind apparently miles away. She smiled, knowing that he was in that place with her. They were seated in a booth with a fancy tablecloth that draped to the floor. She had wanted a booth so that she could sit close to him. They ordered wine and began discussing the separate events of their day. As they ate, they didn't talk about much other than the delicious food and shared their entrees, they were both famished. When they were both almost finished, he shelled one of the remaining crab claws and dipped it into the drawn butter. He placed against her lips and she slowly opened her mouth to receive it. A droplet of butter remained on her bottom lip and he reached to kiss her and sucked the butter from her lip. She felt the moisture again building up on the lips of her exposed cunt. She leaned and whispered, "I'm not wearing any panties," and gave him a wicked grin. He ran his hand up inside her skirt and felt her wetness. He immediately began to throb inside his pants and shoved two fingers inside her. She gasped. He kissed her to stifle the sound and continued to move his fingers in and out slowly. She melted at his touch and was wondering if she would be able to contain the screams of ecstasy. He rammed his fingers in harder and she reached and clutched his rock hard shaft that was about to burst his pants. The waiter approached the table and asked, "Was everything 'ok', and can I get you two anything else?" He grinned and said "Yes, everything is wonderful, I would like to have the check now, please." She almost exploded with laughter as the waiter walked away to fetch their check. He placed his credit card with the check and continued teasing her hot, wet pussy as they waited for the waiter to return. She thought she would explode before the waiter returned and the exchange was complete. They arose slowly from the booth and made it to the truck. She could feel the juices trickling down her leg and wondered if it was noticeable. They were silent for the remainder of the trip, other than her low, throaty groans as he continued to lightly rub her wetness. She sat with eyes closed patiently waiting to arrive and enjoying the touch of his fingers on her wet cunt. When they arrived, she unlocked the door and entered hastily. He followed her into the kitchen as she found a place to deposit her keys and purse. She pulled him to her and began kissing him passionately. She wanted him to fuck her NOW, but she would not get it that easily. He knew she was aching for him and wanted to tease her a little longer. He reached around and unzipped her dress enough to pull it down off of her shoulders. He kissed her neck and shoulders gently and marveled at her mounds about to burst from her sexy, red bra. Her hard nipples were tenting the fabric and he wanted to taste them badly. He opened the clasp on the front of her bra to expose the soft, supple mounds. He licked one of her nipples and began sucking it hard. She moaned with excitement and whispered, "Oh baby, Please fuck me NOW!" He continued to suck her breasts as she unbuttoned his pants and lowered them to reveal his erect, throbbing pole. He raised her skirt above her waist, and lifted her buttocks onto the kitchen table, he moaned at the site of her shaven cunt, shimmering with the wetness he had created. He leaned down and began lapping at the juices flowing from her and teased her clit with his tongue. She expelled a breathless scream and he knew she could not take much more. He rose up and kissed her hard and she could taste her own juices on his tongue. He teased her with the head of his cock, rubbing it gently on her clit and she could wait no longer. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him into her tight wet pussy, and a wave of agonizing, yet wonderful pain swept over her. She screamed, "oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard" He rammed his hard rod in and out of her and she began to clutch it hard with the walls of her pussy. She knew she was about to explode and whispered, "cum with me." Her body began to quake as he filled her womb with his load. She trembled with every remaining thrust and then collapsed when the pounding stopped. She was surrounded by that warm blue glow once again. He kissed her gently on her tummy and helped her to her feet. She felt as if she would need his assistance to walk to the bedroom. As they lay in their bed, cuddling against each other, she again whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day, Baby." He replied, "Happy Valentine's Day," and smiled at her lovingly. He began to drift away to sleep and she lay there watching him, and was amazed. They had been friends for 24 years, lovers for 12 and husband and wife for 10. She knew that she loved him now more than ever and wondered what wonderful surprises the next 50 years would bring as she drifted into her own sweet slumber. Happy Valentine's Day, I Love You, Baby Your Forever Valentine Your wife Lifetime Mashup Pt. 01 I live in a large city famous for its beautiful people, very hot summers and free spirited way of life. I commute to work every day, go jogging, biking or hiking several times a week. I encounter and experience other people's beauty everyday. I get glimpses, accidentally or not, of their intimacy, and sometimes naughtiness, quite frequently. Here are a few random delightful examples: 1) Two working girls chatting during lunch break at the top of the stairs of their office building, legs uncrossed, giving out a nice glimpse of their panties. There was something surprising in the way both were seemingly unaware of how exposed they were: were they candid, naughty or participating in a study about the male gaze in public areas, with a hidden camera (in which case, yours truly, despite his efforts to be discreet, is probably screwed, and may appear soon on YouTube); 2) The girl literally popping out of the curtains of her hotel room, dressed only in her nude-color bra and panties. She was visible from several neighbouring towers, including mine, for a fraction of a second, before disappearing. I was gazing outside the window at that precise moment, in the middle of cracking open a difficult problem for work. I remember her curves and caramel skin tone; 3) The girl wearing skin tight yellow jeans taking the subway in my car. It was perfect: revealing, yet not trashy. The shade of yellow was refreshing. A perfect example of youthful exuberance. I wanted to compliment her, but could come up with something that wouldn't sound potentially creepy or offensive, so kept to myself (respect, respect!) 4) The middle age career woman (should I say milf?) whose skirt blew to her waist, revealing striped black and white panties. I was standing right behind her, taking the same revolving door. Did I just imagine she looked back at me and smiled? 5) This one is for the ages, almost too good to be true: a young lady caught with the blinds of her bedroom only partially shut, checking out the beauty of her anatomy in a full length mirror. I was staying abroad at a friend's place and caught the scene while leisurely looking outside the window from my bed. She had a full bush (this was before the internet porn era) made vivid orange by the beam of a table light (was she putting on a show for one of my friend's neighbours?) 6) An even more obvious one, less unique but powerful nonetheless: three college girls wearing miniskirts at a very busy subway station, flashing their panties to every passing subway car by spreading wide open their legs. The girls were laughing, not giggling. They were not drunk. It was not part of a sorority hazing routine. Maybe they were just plain naughty... and decided to let go for a moment; 7) A tall athletic runner in bubblegum pink hot pants riding up her sweat little ass. She was plugged in, zoned in, doing her intervals; I was always too far behind because her pace was superior (not that I would have been in a hurry to overtake her...) Funny thing is that a bunch of teenage kids were riding behind her on their hipster bikes and taking snaps of her ass with their iPhones. If I could think of the appropriate hashtag, I would probably be able to find snaps of those memorable hot pants on the web; 8) The tall strong young lady, built like a BBW model, you know the kind that makes you go 'come on, now how can she be considered fat!', constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs while she spoke to her friend on the subway, revealing several times her white lacy panties under her barely-there miniskirt. She seemed to pay so little attention to the actual location of the hem of her skirt that I figured that she was knowingly fashioning her underwear like outerwear; 9) And finally, for now, one taken out of the vault of my college years: the cute, chubby blonde college girl that was living across from me happened to be in her kitchen, dressed only in a tank top and flowery panties, and was bent over her boyfriend. I caught the rhythmic rocking of her body, along with, once the two uncoupled to go finish in her bedroom, his erect dick. I remember distinctively that she was in crutches (a nasty fall on an icy sidewalk has shattered her ankle) which made the whole thing even more alluring. It reminded me of a specific Helmut Newton print from the 1980s... That's all for now, but as we get deeper into summer and as memories come back to me, I am very likely to add a few numbers soon. Hope you enjoyed. Spaceche