. kissing the flesh,……between them,……around them. My hands search for your awesome ass, as I caress your legs and back,…..finding the prize...they have been searching for, I smile as I hold your butt and kiss your hot, heaving chest. You see the candle light flicker off the wall as I standup, my touch never once leaving your body. I reach around and hold you in my arms as I carefully lower you to the bed. Your ass resting just on the edge of the bed, as you feel my presence on top of you.. If that's not it,then various and particular times of the day are always a factor (sincemale sexual desire peaks at certain times of the day anyway). Waking upfirst thing in the morning with mostly sexual thoughts, leftoverremnants from REM stage dreams, mixed in with forgotten memories of pastsexual experiences (recent, way back when, or just what They're thinkingabout for the future at Their next opportunity). Nostalgic regrets andmentally kicking Their own ass when They're thinking back to. Jim unlocked the door and ran down to Marks cubicle. Trisha remained seated, trying to recover from the numerous orgasm she had had. It was almost quitting time. She could use a drink... and a cock! Not necessarily in that order. “You should have seen it, Mark. She was Cuming left and right.” Jim bragged. “I hope it was worth it. She only sends those pics to you because she wants to fuck you. She dreams about you almost every night, then wakes up dripping wet and horny.” Mark confessed. “I. It"s your sister, Rachel." I heard her say. it sounded like she was holding back tears. "Is everything okay? What"s wrong?" I had a pretty good feeling I knew what it was. "It"s nothing I just..." she stopped for a minute, "It"s just that my husband...", "What did the asshole do to you?" I nearly screamed into the phone. Rachel got married to her boyfriend about six months ago and since then he"s been treating her like garbage. "He didn't"t do anything...yet, but lately he"s been more.