Living Again

ce I didn't get exactly the position I wanted in the Department of Physical Therapy at the University of Miami, so it was a first semester very different from what I imagined. But I can say that I'm l

ant waking up every day with a different woman in my bed, sometimes even more than one. The way I see it, a self-respecting man should be kissing a hottie in a bar and fucking anothe

ly. For a moment I think I am dreaming until the sensation becomes so carnal and extremely pleasurable that it is impossible to compare it to a dream. Oh yesss... Someone is sucking me! I loo

my cock on the inside of her throat and it's more than good. When I gush down her throat, I waste no time

we left the bathroom, panting and looking like we'd just had sex. Having sex on a plane was one of the few things he hadn't done when it came to sex. It's great and I will no doubt repeat it over and over again. I've tried everything from papa

ll used to the holidays and I completely forgot that today is Monday. Work day. Damn it! I'd like to spend the rest of the morning having sex with this blonde, but I can

an't take her home and I don't want to leave it to her. She comes out of the shower, naked, with only a towel around her body and another over her hair. I run my eyes ov

second thought, this is good, this protects me. Even though I want to fuck this girl until lunchtime, it better be that way because that way she doesn't get her hopes up. I pu

en with anyone that's been more than a simple one-night stand and although she looks at me with a sad expression - the sad expression in a woman's ey

or the taxi on the bedside tab

rl. I say winking at her and

d a spot at this time. It's almost eight when I walk into the staff room and feel my clas

n his face. Bastard. If only he knew I barely slept because

mit myself t

er, I knew that was what I wanted to do as soon as I got out of college, but sometimes I can't believe I spend half my day talking and hearing the same things over and over again. When the meeting is over, I go to the classroom. I wa

bserve how many guys sympathize with me when I propose a nightcap and how girls – all of them – are affected by my face, my

of beauty, evenly distributed over my defined muscles. I inherited medium brown hair and eyes the same color from my mother. As I've heard from several dif

ut I'm careful to keep everything professional, as the last thing I want is to be in trouble because of harassment. I go back to the staff room and put my materials on my desk, but just as I'm abou

that. Even though she's so hot, I won't get past that point. I do not want. I can not. In the end, I give her a dismissal a little ruder than necessary, and she walks away upset. That's the problem with casual sex. The women stay on their feet for a while.

two I was waiting for after I got back from vacation canceled at the last minute and I'm left with nothing

clinic when I'm working miracles on someone's body, or in bed when I'm satisfying my most carnal desires. I need to do somethi

er anymore. Twice remember? Y

I want a woman underneath me all night. And for that I know exac

er, put on more casual clothes and go to the place tha

ory inside. To enter, you need a password and a magnetic card that must be swiped at the roulette of t

is dim and flickers in shades of lilac and violet slowly. The place smells like a woman, tastes like a woman and sounds like a woman everywhere. All of them in few clothes, if they can be called c

nt, two women striptease and touch each other provocatively while a lot of men drool around disputi