Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... uncircumcised?” “Why?” “Just curious. You said you liked that.” “I do, and a couple were, yes. It’s kind of fun to play with, and it feels so…soft and silky, kind of. Nice…sexy.” “I wouldn’t know.” I hugged her tight. “Mine’s never gonna grow back, you know.” She laughed. “No, I suppose not; like I said though, not a deal-breaker. It’s just a little piece of skin. A fun, well-placed little piece, but…” She paused. “Why are we talking about former lovers now, when we’ve never really done that before?” “I don’t know. I guess because of the different bodies and everything we saw, and you liking the variety. It made me curious about what you’ve had before.” “You liked the variety too – like Marci’s big nipples, for example; I know you liked touching those. Your dick was a dead giveaway.” She had a point there, but once again she was equating boobs with genitalia. “Well, sure – but I didn’t touch her pussy, the way you did with Michael’s cock…and Charlie’s, for that matter.” She elbowed me. “But you enjoyed playing with her boobs – and Karen’s!“ “Sure, but it’s still not the same thing. If you had only played with Michael’s boobs, then we’d be even.” “He doesn’t have boobs!” I snorted a laugh. “His boobs are bigger than yours, dear.” She giggled. “I guess that’s true – but that’s pecs, not boobs. Not the same.” “Still…I mean, yeah, I got to play with Marci and Karen’s tits a little, but I’m programmed to yours.” “What does that mean?” “I know and love yours; they’re the best! I ...

... can close my eyes and just think about them, even at work, the store, a restaurant, or while I’m driving…well, I guess I better not close my eyes while I’m driving – but you know, anywhere, and I can just feel them.” “Sure!” She’d scoffed at me! “No, really! I have all of you stored that way, all the little details, so that I can call them up anytime and enjoy you even when you’re not around, with all of my senses.” “You think you know me that well, huh?” She cuddled even closer to me; I could tell she kind of liked the idea. “I do.” “Like what, for example?” I thought for a moment. “Well, let’s see. Your boobs, like I said; even when we’re apart I can feel their soft firmness and the way your nipples harden against my fingers, or my tongue. At the back of your neck, when you have your hair pulled up, there’s a line of tiny little reddish curls right at your hairline. Most people never see those, but I can picture them anytime…and the way your lips taste, and the feel of your tongue. I can feel how soft your skin is, and the warmth of you, even when you’re not there, and the feminine scent of your body, sometimes mixed with sex but somehow always overlaid with the scent of flowers.” I nestled my nose into her hair, so that I was talking softly, almost into her ear. “I can see the way your beautiful eyes get all deep and smoky when you’re aroused, and the way your pupils dilate, and the little gold starbursts around them, and that slow, sexy smile you have that makes my heart ...