Red Speedos

I have a think for red speedos – I don’t know what it is but I think a guy wearing red speedos is being a little bit ‘naughty’.  Don’t you think?

So when I saw this photo I couldn’t take my eyes off the guy in red.  He is absolutely gorgeous.  Just imagine what this chick is going to be enjoying with these two guys?

Lucky girl.

Guy in a red speedo

And, since I feel like I haven’t been posting enough pics of str8 guys in speedos, enjoy these.  More beautiful people.

Really Cute Couple in Matching SwimsuitsSwimmers in Lycra

Anal Amy

Anal Amy is/was a blogger that started blogging around the time I did and it was fun following her exploits.  For some reason I thought about her today and dropped over to her blog and found that she has unfortunately not posted in years.

Amy and I emailed each other occasionally in the past and I dropped her an email saying that I’d be happy to host her blog just so that some of her writing isn’t lost.

Here is a sample of Anal Amy’s writing – I think you guys might like it.


Part of the reason this blog fell into disrepair is because I didn’t think I had much to write about. Being in a relationship with just one person, didn’t seem like anything to write home about, at least not compared to my collegiate threesome encounters and what not.

However, last week my boyfriend spent the week halfway across the country because of work. It left me with some lonely, horny nights. The first night, I fell to sleep after satisfying myself with my favorite vibrator and thoughts of my wilder days. The second night, I remembered a recent visit my boyfriend paid to my office.

On a recent Friday, most the senior staff headed off to a trade show. Those not senior staff, took the day off. Still being one of the most junior members of staff they left me to man the office for the day.

Unfortunately the company, a B2B publisher is falling into a downward spiral (reason #5,334 why I’m working towards a dream of writing erotica full time), which left me with little to do most of the day. The phone doesn’t ring much, nor are there many visitors besides one pushy bill collector when a company is dying.

Besides the bill collector and the mailman, my only other visitor, my boyfriend stopped in around four. I was making a boat payment to my car mechanic and wouldn’t get my car back until Monday so Drew offered to give me a ride home.

I greeted him with a kiss in the middle of the lobby, most days gossiping coworkers would’ve made me shy to do that because it was one of those kisses that wakes up the whole body. We wrapped our arms around each other, pressed our bodies together and became lost in the battle between our lips.

I grinned as the kiss ended. “I can’t leave yet, but would you like the tour of my humble abode?”

“Sure.”

I walked him around the office. Not much to see really, a large open area where the ten or so writers and sales staff work, the break room and the offices for the senior staff.

“Do those cameras work?” Drew asked at the conclusion of the tour. He did so without looking directly at camera attached to the celing.

“Um, I don’t think so anymore. They stopped paying that bill. Why?” It seemed like an odd question coming from Drew, one of the most honest, law abiding boyfriends I’ve ever come across.

“I want to fuck you on your desk.”

“What?” I had to smile. I thought he was joking.

“I’m serious.”

“No you’re not.”

He walked forward like he was serious.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Not just a kiss that woke me up, but the kind of kiss that turned me into a hot mess. He pushed me up against my desk and as our lips wrestled, he pushed his body against me, his growing hardness against my waist.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure that the cameras don’t work.”

“Are you willing to take that risk?” He slid his fingers across my waist, just brushing across the right points to send my lust and desire into overdrive.

“Yes,” I pushed him back. “But hold on one second.” As quick as I could go without running, I went to the front of the office and locked the door. On my way back to my desk I said a silent prayer, praying that the cameras really were no longer functional.

“We have to make this quick though,” I said. “None of your marathon sessions.”

“Fair enough.”

As we kissed again, he undid the buttons on my purple blouse. I repeated the silent prayer again.

His lips danced down my neck, turning me on more and more. His lips traveled down my cleavage and he freed my breasts from the cups of my black satin bra. His tongue ran circles around my nipple, teasing me the way I love. He nibbled on my nipples, forcing a long, deep moan of pleasure out of my throat.

“Goddamn, the things you do to me.”

“You like it.”

“Fuck yeah I do. What got into you?”

“Are you complaining?”

“Not at all.”

I couldn’t resist sliding my hands below his belt, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. I’ll admit, that on some of the late nights that I worked, when it was just a skeleton staff, I did fantasize about something steamy like this, but I never thought it would happen. When we first started dating, I had to convince him to that my fetish for risky sex in public wasn’t such a bad thing. Not that it took too much convincing. But still, beyond a few backseat encounters in public parking lots and a certain satisfying encounter outdoors last summer our sex life outside of our apartments was nearly non-existent. I didn’t expect this.

He undid my pants and slid them down to my ankles. I stepped out of my heels, then my pants. I had never felt so naked with so much clothes on. The air blown from the fan above my desk felt cold, causing me to wear sweaters most of the winter months, but I knew he would be warming me up soon.

I undid his belt and he took over. He unhooked his pants, then pulled down his zipper. His cock peeked out his boxers, his thick, powerful cock that I couldn’t get enough of.

I rubbed myself for his viewing pleasure, feeling the warm dampness of my lace panties between my legs. He has that kind of effect on me.

He moved closer again and lifted me off of me feet and on to my desk. He then proceeded to kiss his way up from my knee and along my sensitive inner thigh. I had to catch my breath before I could speak. “I said quickie.”

He didn’t look up at me. Instead, he pulled the thin fabric of my underwear out of the way and dipped two fingers into my wetness.

I let out another moan as he slid his fingers deep into me. “Just be quick,” I said in between moans.

He looked up at me and smiled. He slid his tongue between my legs, between my wet lips and across my delicate clit. Suddenly, I didn’t care how long it took him.

A mix of his tongue and fingers sent pleasure through my whole body. I fell back on to my desk as the pleasure grew, sending pens flying, wrinkling papers and knocking my monitor to it’s side.

Once we determined that we hadn’t broken it, he picked up where he left off and didn’t stop until my moans turned into screams. I had to bite my lip, otherwise I feared that I would alert the employees in the company on the other side of the building about my activities.

My orgasm took me over and sent pleasure through my whole body like an explosion. It made my whole body stiff, then shake. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of pure bliss.

When I opened them, I remembered this wasn’t our bedroom. This was my office. “How about we finish this back at my place?”

“You’re really going to be that way?”

I didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like fun. It felt like a dangerous risk.

“I’ll be quick.” He pulled my hips to the edge of the desk and my lips against the tip of his cock. Just the touch of his swollen head against my hypersensitive clit made my inner lust take over my brain.

He pushed his hardness into me, filling me. Filling me with pleasure.

I have to give it to him. He didn’t start of slow. He didn’t take his time. Once we found the right angles and positions, he turned up the power and thrust hard into me. He fucked me exactly the way I wanted. Exactly the way I needed.

He fucked me from behind with me bent over my desk. He fucked me so hard that I feared my desk my get knocked over. I had to hold on to the edges to keep from flying over it.

Ahead of me was my boss’ office. I wondered how many rules I was breaking. I wondered if I would ever be able to sit at my desk again without thinking about this encounter.

“Baby, please come. Stop holding back. I can’t afford to get caught here.”

He slowed down and I thought he was trying to keep from crossing to the point of no return. I was wrong. He was just getting started.

He pulled his cock out of me and I knew exactly what he was doing. He didn’t have to say a word. He slid it between my ass cheeks, sending an erotic shiver up my spine.

I felt him against my asshole. His swollen head pushed against my asshole and he pushed into me. I no longer carried lube in my purse, but you can bet that I started carrying it after that afternoon…just in case.

It hurt, that kind of pain that makes me want to never have anal sex again. The kind of pain like I’m being ripped apart. However, as his cock slid deeper into my ass, that pain mixed with my favorite kind of pleasure.

I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t just having sex on my desk, I was getting fucked in the ass in the middle of the office.

He held my hips tight and pounded me ass, sending me into another world of pleasure.

This time he didn’t slow down until he crossed that line. He pulled out of me and shot his load on to my back. Exactly what the cum slut in me wanted

Girls love speedo guys

Strip poker the other night didn’t end up happening unfortunately, but I promise that in the next day or so I’ll finish writing about my strip poker experience from years back.

Has anyone here played strip poker?  Would love to hear your story.

Today I wanted to post these two photos, I think they are super hot and with Kip being out of town for a couple of days I have been ‘servicing’ myself and this first photo is something I might have been ‘enjoying’.

I love the tan lines on both these chicks, shows they are swimmers.

Co Ed SwimmersSpeedo Couple Kiss