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My Weekend Workout Pt. 01

It's the mid 70's. I'm at the height of my physical wellbeing. I do circuit-weight training and swim laps for an hour every morning during the week. On the weekend I bike 15 miles both days. I'm a slim, trim, well-built healthy and horny young man. I've been told I'm handsome. Oh yes, my cock. It's a nice cock, 7 inched hard. And yes, hard, that is its normal state most of the time. It only takes a passing thought or a look at a woman with a nice ass and shapely legs or a view of a man with sporting a nice bulge for a package. Aside from seeing a hot body, I love and am turned on by all things shiny. There's nothing hotter than an outfit of spandex, lycra, rubber, leather, or silk. They were sexy as hell to look at and even more sexy to wear. I loved seeing the outline of a nice cock inside of these tight shiny fabrics. My mouth would water and my cock would get hard. I loved wearing speedo's to swim and lycra outfits to bike. From my exercise regi...
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Like Butter on a Summer Day Pt. 02

Note that the following events took place in the mid to late '90s, while the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was in place in the military. Even after implementing that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer. You really should read 'Like Butter on a Summer Day Pt. 01' first. * * * * * June 1995 On the way home, I thought about Megan. I remembered how into each other we had been and the one time we gave into those feelings and kissed. That one kiss was seared into my memory. ... As was our custom, we always met up at my apartment to start and end our bike rides. Then we'd shower and change before heading out for lunch. Today, I decided to go first because I needed a cold shower in the worst way. Despite the cold water, I was still so hot that I had to relieve myself by jilling off twice before I felt safe enough to get out of the shower. When I finished toweling off and pulled on my sweatpants and pullover, I left ...
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The Memoirs of a Cum-Slut Pt. 05

As the 1980's drew towards a close, my career progressed well with a promotion to Regional Sales Director, and my social life calmed down a little. Pressures of work meant that I no longer went out on the town every night, but still regularly had a blow-out at the weekend. Our company had progressed from selling stand-alone units of office equipment to providing a full telecommunications solution to our clients, which resulted in the contracts becoming bigger and more complex. All public bodies like councils and health authorities required tenders for the work, which meant that there was little opportunity to use my 'feminine charms' to win the business, but luckily I was focussed on the private sector. Large businesses requiring the replacement of their telephone switch would frequently attend the trade shows at various locations around the country, so it was crucial that I attended these shows as well. I became quite good at spotting the guys who were at the show to buy...
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