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eliza1234 49F
1482 posts
3/6/2015 3:00 pm
Lunchtime antics


I adore a long session. Sessions that leave me and my lover completely sated, bathed in sweat and a little sore for a couple of days afterwards. I enjoy the slow build up, the time spent exploring each other's bodies, the wonderful release(s) and the special moments spent laying around talking rubbish with moronic, endorphin fuelled grins on our faces.

But occasionally, a quickie is just what I need. I worked from home today and a lover popped round at lunchtime. My jeans were around my ankles, my work papers were strewn across the floor and several work calls went unanswered as I was taken roughly over my kitchen table. Quick, hard and passionate. Then I waved him goodbye.

This was the first quickie I'd had with this particular lover. It was wonderfully raw and a complete contrast to our previous meets. I enjoyed the brief encounter immensely.

When was the last time you managed a quickie?

eliza1234 49F
1301 posts
3/6/2015 4:04 pm

    Quoting  :

My pleasure. Thanks for the encouragement.


TheBargee 68M
16315 posts
3/7/2015 2:05 am

How about edgeplay quickies. So, he comes around at lunchtime and you slam your way to the point of no return... but you DO return.

Tea break, same thing.

Early evening, before you go out. Hard and fast right to the edge...

And now your evening is played through a haze of lust and longing...

And with any luck, you'll just make it home before temptation overwhelms.

But then, maybe that's not a quickie at all!


eliza1234 49F
1301 posts
3/7/2015 5:58 am

    Quoting TheBargee:
    How about edgeplay quickies. So, he comes around at lunchtime and you slam your way to the point of no return... but you DO return.

    Tea break, same thing.

    Early evening, before you go out. Hard and fast right to the edge...

    And now your evening is played through a haze of lust and longing...

    And with any luck, you'll just make it home before temptation overwhelms.

    But then, maybe that's not a quickie at all!


Maybe not but it sounds deliciously frustrating. I like your style!



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