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"The Welcomed Intruder."
Finally, He made it home from work
Anxious to get in the house and pour
a drink: stiff and strong to melt
away the taxing stress of the day
Just inside the door, He sat down on
the little seat where everyday He sat
and took off his work boots
Ah, what a relief to remove those wrought
leather, steel-toed encroachments that
shod Him for protection but were, just of,
"No Fucking Comfort,"
No, to be Honest, he was Most relaxed in
nothing but His flesh; walking around the
house, letting it all go
Then, off came the shirt, smelling musky,
and, dirty from all the material He had
loaded onto the trucks, which was then
tossed into the basket by the cupboard
where the liquor was kept, awaiting its
next usage
One shot, two shots, then three quickly
down: now, He was beginning to feel, more
at home, and, began to look around
Something had excited His Keen sense of
smell; it was coming to Him from down the
hallway
"Hmmh, He thought, I should be here alone,"
But, because of the sweet-smelling aroma that
filled his nose; the smell of the ingredients
in women's shampoo and soap; He felt no Alarm
One more quick shot and then with the bottle
in hand, slowly He walked down the hallway to
explore what was at hand
The door to his bedroom was open, and, looking
across the floor, he saw pants and a shirt and
panties that someone had strewn out as they made
their way to the shower;
Picking up the red pair of lacy panties, he had
so take a sniff; ahhh, the scent was delicious,
like sweet dessert cooking in the oven; goddamned,
He could feel His blood, start flowing
The bathroom door was ajar and steam poured-out;
He could see the Mirror but it was fogged over, so,
unable to see clearly, He unloosened His belt and
unbuttoned his pants and then, let it all, fall out
freely
Shit that felt good after being restricted all day
He wore nothing underneath but still His cock was
cramped
So, He took it in His hands and stroked it a couple of
times just to let it breath
Being on a fork-lift all day, really gives it hell;
especially His balls
Now, fully unclothed, He made His way to the bathroom
to see what awaited; and peering around the door quietly
He made out through the obscure shower door the silhouette
of a beauty, that enflamed Him
Watching with Her hands over Her head and in Her hair,
revealed the shape of breasts and a butt that made Him
go near
Slowly, opening the door, and looking in, He enjoyed the
sight that He was seeing
Now, with a cock growing more and more hard, He slowly
stepped in and with the water and suds running down Her
back and into her butt; it provided enough lubrication
to gently push up and into Her, just starting to spread
Her apart
Startled, she jumped and screamed, but, looking around,
her fright went right away, and, she said,
"I Hope You don't Mind, but, I let Myself in,"
Then, with an Hungry look in Her eyes said,
"I Hope You'll do the Same,"
Anxious to get in the house and pour
a drink: stiff and strong to melt
away the taxing stress of the day
Just inside the door, He sat down on
the little seat where everyday He sat
and took off his work boots
Ah, what a relief to remove those wrought
leather, steel-toed encroachments that
shod Him for protection but were, just of,
"No Fucking Comfort,"
No, to be Honest, he was Most relaxed in
nothing but His flesh; walking around the
house, letting it all go
Then, off came the shirt, smelling musky,
and, dirty from all the material He had
loaded onto the trucks, which was then
tossed into the basket by the cupboard
where the liquor was kept, awaiting its
next usage
One shot, two shots, then three quickly
down: now, He was beginning to feel, more
at home, and, began to look around
Something had excited His Keen sense of
smell; it was coming to Him from down the
hallway
"Hmmh, He thought, I should be here alone,"
But, because of the sweet-smelling aroma that
filled his nose; the smell of the ingredients
in women's shampoo and soap; He felt no Alarm
One more quick shot and then with the bottle
in hand, slowly He walked down the hallway to
explore what was at hand
The door to his bedroom was open, and, looking
across the floor, he saw pants and a shirt and
panties that someone had strewn out as they made
their way to the shower;
Picking up the red pair of lacy panties, he had
so take a sniff; ahhh, the scent was delicious,
like sweet dessert cooking in the oven; goddamned,
He could feel His blood, start flowing
The bathroom door was ajar and steam poured-out;
He could see the Mirror but it was fogged over, so,
unable to see clearly, He unloosened His belt and
unbuttoned his pants and then, let it all, fall out
freely
Shit that felt good after being restricted all day
He wore nothing underneath but still His cock was
cramped
So, He took it in His hands and stroked it a couple of
times just to let it breath
Being on a fork-lift all day, really gives it hell;
especially His balls
Now, fully unclothed, He made His way to the bathroom
to see what awaited; and peering around the door quietly
He made out through the obscure shower door the silhouette
of a beauty, that enflamed Him
Watching with Her hands over Her head and in Her hair,
revealed the shape of breasts and a butt that made Him
go near
Slowly, opening the door, and looking in, He enjoyed the
sight that He was seeing
Now, with a cock growing more and more hard, He slowly
stepped in and with the water and suds running down Her
back and into her butt; it provided enough lubrication
to gently push up and into Her, just starting to spread
Her apart
Startled, she jumped and screamed, but, looking around,
her fright went right away, and, she said,
"I Hope You don't Mind, but, I let Myself in,"
Then, with an Hungry look in Her eyes said,
"I Hope You'll do the Same,"
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