Charles Carmichael - Sex Stories

Charles Carmichael

It was a day just like any other for Charles Carmichael. He had risen from his bed at 6am. He had gone for a 5 mile run, doing 100 push ups and 100 ab crunches on his return home. He had had his 7.30am wank - this morning he had picked the thought of spanking a woman's arse, hard, as he took his time to insert his massive circumcised penis into her soaking pussy. He had his usual warm shower at 8am, washed the, still warm, cum from his hairy chest, using the soap to please himself further - not in the same way - he took his thick strong throbbing cock that was slowly losing its size in his hands, he made sure that the soap was covering his dick before he moved his attention to his hairy chest, where he lathered the soap over his body, around his nipples, under his arms and down to his fingers, he washed his firm arse and moved his hands down his muscular legs. He left the shower at 8.20am and was dressed in his black y fronts, pin-stripe suit, with a black shirt and red tie, finished with his expensive black shoes, with no socks. He was sat down at his breakfast table and ate his morning weetabix with his compulsory cup of tea. At 9am he left his home, locked his front door and turned left towards the train station where, Charles Carmichael, got on a 9.15am train to London, where he worked as a government operative. Charles’s life was one of routine and his job demanded a certain kind of discipline. He, himself was an exciting man, a man of action and daring and his ...

... employers knew this, but to the outside world, Mr Carmichael was and perhaps always would be seen as just another bloke. Unlike most ordinary men though, Charles was always looking for opportunities to perfect his art of seduction, a skill that was heavily desirable by someone of his profession. He would often sit across from the same woman on the train, wondering what she looked like naked, wondering if she swallowed, wondering how big her nipples were and how much she would like them bitten. She was a stranger to Mr Carmichael, but Charles did unspeakable things to her in his mind which made him feel somewhat intimate with her. Charles and the woman had been in each others lives for over a year with many looks shared but no words spoken. They made numerous good natured gestures to one another over the year, Charles holding the door for her, the woman handing Charles his dropped newspaper, Charles moving his briefcase so that the woman could sit down next to him, simple gestures. Despite how often their paths crossed in the morning, their paths never crossed in the evening, most likely because of Charles’s extraordinary commitment to his job - he would often work long shifts. Charles would never think about the woman when he was not on the train, he always had other things on his mind. After working a long night shift and stopping in the nearby Sushi place for some dinner, as he always did on a Thursday, he suddenly thought of the woman from the train, “most peculiar” he thought to ...