Male Enhancement to Male Reduction - Sex Stories

Male Enhancement to Male Reduction

... resolve.

She batted her eyelashes and said, "Going somewhere, handsome?"

Like a moth to a flame, he didn't dare leave her light.

He forced himself to push it aside, to focus on the present moment and the woman sitting across from him. He owed it to himself and to Samantha to give this night a chance, to see where it could lead. With a renewed sense of determination, Mark leaned in closer to Samantha and left worries behind in a cocktail glass.

A couple of hours and drinks later, Mark paid the bill. While waiting for the receipt, Samantha sipped the last of her margarita and licked her lips.

Wait, what was she saying? He was too busy staring at her lips--imagining them around his dick--that he didn't hear her question.

"Erm, sorry. Repeat that?"

She brushed off his distraction with a giggle. "My place for coffee?"

Really? Her place? This was it. It was finally happening.

"Y-yeah," he stammered out and then cleared his throat. "I mean, yes. I'd love to."

After paying the tip, the pair went outside to wait for their ride to arrive. The wind blew, and she pressed against him for warmth. He prayed she couldn't hear his heartbeat ramping up. Their ride could not come soon enough.

PART THREE

This. Is. It.

In a blur, Samantha and Mark end up in her apartment. Her top lay disheveled on the floor, and his button-down became unbuttoned. He's touching and feeling and squeezing. She felt soft and heavenly as she straddled herself on top. He reaches ...

... behind to try unhooking her crimson bra. It proved too complicated, so she reached behind instead. A second later, it joined her blouse on the floor. His earlier inquiries were answered: more than a handful; brown.

He felt the familiar rush of blood downward. Yet, while the rush felt familiar, the finish line was wrong. He always imagined a larger erection to be more... more? Why did it feel like less? He tried rationalizing that a bigger dick took longer to get erect.

The moment continued; more clothing was discarded as she shimmied out of her black leggings. He felt her hands reach for his buckle, and he pushed her away to do it himself. Quickly, he opened his boxers to take a peak.

Oh, fuck.

"I, uh! Got to pee--"

He suddenly started standing up and accidentally knocked into Samantha. The tangle of bodies began stumbling to the floor. On reflex, she reached out to grab leverage as she fell. Unfortunately, it was haphazardly at Mark's waist. His horrified expression blurred as he rolled to the carpet.

Samantha caught her breath after a few moments. She broke out into good-humored, if slightly inebriated, laughter. She blinked at the following silence and turned her attention to Mark. She then followed his eyes. It took a few seconds for the reality to dawn on her. At first, she opened her mouth. She readied herself to assure him she was laughing at the fall, that she didn't even know his dick existed.

More laughter just came out.

To Mark, Samantha's ...