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Paul'S PlacE ❗ ⭕❗⭕ ❗⭕
 
These stories and irreverent points of view usually make sense... to me.
I hope you.ll share my smile.
(©April 2018-22 May - Paul)
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Connections...
Posted:Apr 20, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2019 9:14 am
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How do we make connections with other people? Sometimes they're planned, but a lot of times, circumstances and coincidence and that intangible 'lady luck', pokes her head up to push matters in directions of her own preference. Here's something that happened to me, many ago.

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I had left work downtown that evening and had made my way to a small club that I frequently went to. I was sitting, at the far end of the bar, facing the door and nursing a beer, when she walked in. She was tall , and poised and her long, straight brown hair, framed her as she moved her head slowly from side to side, as if searching for a friend, or a place to sit. She looked determined.

There were none - seats that is. The bar was jam packed with, 'Happy Hour', patrons. It was standing room, only ! She turned her head towards and our eyes locked.

The music was loud and people next to , were shouting out their orders to the bartender, who was happily overwhelmed. She slowly turned her head, side to side, perused the crowded bar, and then again - looked back .

Our eyes locked, once more. I raised my glass of beer towards her, and with my right hand, I pointed to my left, where, (in spite the crowded conditions), there remained a spot to stand. It was large enough for one person.

She held my gaze, paused, and slowly pushed and angled her way through the crowd, in my direction. She skillfully arched her back, against the men and women huddled around, in various poses, until finally, she stood before me, and smiled- "You're sitting in my seat?" , she asked. I guess I was.

That's the way I met the woman, who eventually, would become my wife. We spoke and laughed and joked - and had a great time. Eventually her friends showed up and we all commandeered a whole corner of that bar.

To this day, I question the fortunate coincidences or elements of luck that paved my fate that night. If I hadn't left work earlier than usual, I would not have been able to get a seat at the bar. If I hadn't been sitting in that corner of the bar, then I would never have seen her walk in. If she hadn't trusted an unknown and made her way to ... - well. Finally, there was that intangible - specifically the chemistry between us - and it was the ultimate glue that welded our hearts together.


©April 2018 Paul P.
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Coincidence, circumstance, luck - how has your life been been touched by the alliance these three partners?

Do you believe in coincidence or is it destiny?

Share your stories or comments please.

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She Watched Me ...
Posted:Apr 16, 2018 10:02 am
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2020 5:49 pm
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She had a keen eye, and a perfect view...

It was July, and 5:00 a m in the morning. The sun was somewhere, barely trying to poke and over a distant horizon and already, the temperature outside was making it very and sticky. I came out of the steaming shower and actually sensed relief when I opened the bathroom door and felt, the illusion of a cool breeze. My balls dangled comfortably between my legs, as I wiped myself with a towel.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. My kitchen faced the East (and the, soon to rise sun), so I moved from the kitchen to my bedroom, which faced the west. I found relief! There, the air, was cool and fresh and the light was dim, even with my bedroom lights on.

I put my coffee on my dresser and flopped onto the top of my bed. Bouncing for a second, I thought, 'This is going to be a long, , steamy day'. I still had some water droplets glistening and clinging to my body and as I ran my hands down along my stomach and along my hips, the wetness felt good, refreshingly cool - and freshly exciting.

My bedroom had huge sliding glass doors and they were opened wide. The breeze (created from the draft between my front kitchen and my rear bedroom doors ), caressed my naked body, as I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.

Every part of me was squeaky clean and so smooth and silky to my touch. I was getting arroused ! My right hand reached for my dick. I am not circumcised, so I began by slowly peeling back my foreskin to reveal my glans. I waved my awakening phallus back and forth in the air and against my stomach... as my dick slowly responded to my encouragement. It was not long before I was as hard as I could be. I continued to stroke my engorged dick with my right hand while my left hand clasped and fondled my balls.

Precum dripped out of my throbbing penis and covered my glans, while my fingers slowly moved my uncut skin and down, and and down. The anguish and ecstasy of my whole body tingling in waves of pleasure... was reaching its pinnacle. Yet my hands continued to move slowly ... and down. I paused once - edging, ever so close, I held my shaft the base and watched as the purple, glistening, head of my cock pulsed and throbbed, to its own beat.

And finally, the first release of then another even larger explosion and the convulsions continued in diminished intensity - six , seven eight, nine times as my hand moved and down over my cock slower and slower and slower, until finally - the throbbing had stopped, the convulsions had stopped and my head shimmered with the realisation, I was slowly coming back to reality.

'Well... 'one' certainly was a mind blower', I thought. I lay there in my bed, grabbed my towel and cleaned myself , then threw the towel behind on the chair and bounced out of bed. It's then, to my shock, and horror, I noticed her (my neighbour), standing, leaning on her second floor balcony railing, staring and smiling.

She was, in her early 40's divorced and extremely attractive. I was... naked, and standing in front of my open bedroom doors. Although the sun was not at its brightest, I could clearly make out the contour of the dark green shorts she was wearing (as they hugged her ass), the black stilettos on her feet, the shimmering color of her blond hair and of her deep burgundy lips and - of course - the expression of lust she wore on her face.

'Good morning Paul. Thanks for the show. I really enjoyed it, and you certainly looked like you were having fun! ', she said with a sly smile as she waved to me.

'Good morning', I replied as I reached for my towel.

Whenever we'd meet (after ), she'd always give a wide beaming smile and jokingly ask what time I was waking . The question always made blush but I would always faithfully answer.
My divorced lady neighbour, sold her house and moved away fall. However, whenever I could, I would always wake , summer, just before sunrise, open the outside doors of my bedroom - and pleasure myself to mind shattering orgasms. I never checked if she was standing on her balcony. Just knowing she might be - was all I needed to push into oblivion.

I've never looked forward (so impatiently) , to waking as early as , in my life.


©April Paul P.
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Have you ever had a nosy neighbour?
Have you ever seen your neighbour or caught anyone for matter, naked and pleasuring themselves? Share your stories... please . . . .

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Based on a true story
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Caught Naked At Work
Posted:Apr 12, 2018 4:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2020 5:48 am
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Stuff can happen at work. Seriously... be careful ! ... lol

I have a friend, named Sarah, whom I've never met (except on Insta. Gram) , but who convinced me, it would be fun exchange naked pictures of ourselves . As a man, I did not need any convincing. She sent her pictures first, because women are brave about that sort of thing, and I didn't want seem inappropriate, since I did not know what type of pics she would .

Sarah's pictures - were quite explicit. Her pictures were erotic, sensual and incredibly ! I mean honestly, I expected a tit- but she gave me so much more!

I'll describe the pics you. In all of them, Sarah wore black fishnet stockings and black heels, and nothing else! Her first , had her on her knees- her bum and pussy facing , as she spread her luscious vagina with her fingers. That was great! She continued with another on her back, on the floor, while she spread her treasure lips for and dipped her fingers into herself. The third was of her sitting on the edge of her bed, legs wide open, with a totally lustful expression on her . And lastly, she sent a full frontal of herself, standing in her stockings and heels and looking, totally ! She had set the bar and I would have come back with some erotic stuff of own, match hers.

For - taking the pictures was much easier than I thought it would be. Holding camera phone in one hand was simple and dick was hard, just thinking about the fact that these shots were for her. I should say, that I am uncircumcised, and phallus , fully erect is and quarter inches long (Yes I measured it! Guys do that!). When aroused, precum flows from glans liberally. None of lovers have ever complained about lack of lubrication.

Out of all the pictures that I took, I chose that were especially good. The first was of full sized chubby, with foreskin completely covering head. The second , was of half erection - dick pointing in the air, with the precum dripping head of penis, still partially covered by foreskin. And the third was of raging, full blown erection (all and o.ne quarter inches of ), being squeezed by left hand, as glistening maroon colored glans pointed at the lense. Looking at body of work that night and reviewing the pics that I chose as finalists, I had admit - I was impressed.

The next day, I was at work, and it was early in the afternoon. I was sitting behind desk facing desktop computer, in little cubicle, in a row of cubicles, in an office building, on a floor, of hundreds of cubicles, and I was on the phone with a , when he put on hold. This guy, was notoriously difficult to reach and we were taught - 'Don't the , unless they ask you '. So I waited, with phone headset on, listening the background hold music- Classic 50 s, Big Band .

It was about that time, that Sarah and I began messaging each other. I decided her the pictures I had chosen the previous night . Those pictures were sent her, in a flurry.

However.... find them on phone, and click, on the button and repeat the procedure 3 times, took about 5 or 6 minutes. I had never before, sent naked pictures of myself, to anyone - let alo.ne an acquaintance, I hardly knew. It was exciting, thrilling and slightly terrifying - in a good way! I was breathing quickly and I'll admit - it was a total turn on! 'friend' was as hard as it could be, throbbing wildly, and I could feel myself getting wet!

I went the; Hidden Folder, on phone, perused the naked pictures of myself and blew them up on my cell phone screen. I looked at them and questioned my choices. Were these the best? Which pics should I post?

I admired them briefly (men are vain and sometimes insecure about their equipment), and I flipped back and forth a few times between the pics. Decisions were finally made and the pictures were sent out in rapid succession. I waited for Sarah's reply... and I continued at, well.... I continued at naked pictures of myself. I wondered again, if I had chosen the right ones and if they were worthy. I was still on hold - Sinatra's, York, York, was playing in the background.

And that's... when boss, leaned over right shoulder, lifted head phone headset , and she whispered into ear, (yes... SHE whispered) ..., "Nice pictures ! .... NICE pictures ! But.... shouldn't you be talking with a ?" .

I don't think any... in fact, I know - no o.ne, could imagine shock and horror, and humiliation , when I found - HER - Boss, leaning over right shoulder, inches from , looking down at cell phone as it brilliantly and vividly (I have a Galaxy S8 ), reflected the full screen image, of left hand, squeezing , rock hard shaft , as a precum tear , sparkled on its huge, purple glistening head. I can presume, that she also might have imagined it, throbbing, as it certainly was - when I took the picture. Samsung phones, take great pictures . Certainly I was not prepared for this. I froze, in horrified embarrassment !

She looked at me and smiled. It was a sly, .ful, beguiling smile, and o.ne that I had never seen before. She then looked down at the naked picture (still displayed displayed, on screen) , locked eyes in a lustful embrace, turned and slowly walked away.

A colleague of mine, later, told that she had been standing over shoulder, easily, for more than 5 minutes. He thought, she was just listening conversation - that's what she would do. I am a senior rep at this company and I often help junior reps with their issues. I never or rarely, need any help . Yet, for the rest of the afternoon, every 20 minutes or so, she'd come up , purposefully lean over and in an uncharacteristically soft voice, ask - 'Is everything ok ?', . or .. 'Do you need any help with anything?' , or... (and this comment, was so contrived and planned) , 'Paul , you like you're having a HARD day. Smile... it's all good!".

Holy shit and, what the fuck! If there had been a hole crawl into , I would have been there.

boss is a classy, attractive, athletic, divorced, middle aged , lady - but I will never, get involved with someone at work and least of all, BOSS! She had been totally professional with since I was assigned her team - but now? After work, and as people were leaving and she was bidding them a good night, she subtly made her way towards cubicle, as I was shutting down desktop .

'Soooo... You're on Insta Gram? What's your ?', she asked. ' I am on IG too' , she said, as she grinned at .

We talked for a bit. I gathered up knapsack, and bid her a good night. It was an exciting and fricken crazy afternoon! It was certainly the most original day I've ever had at work!

IG acquired a ' follower ' that night. It was a private - from Montreal- I don't usually follow back, private accounts. It's going be a weird day at work tomorrow.


©April 20 Paul P.
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So...
What is the most embarrassing sexually suggestive or exciting thing that's ever happened you at work?

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Of course... this is based on a true story. ...
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