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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - Heart Print Boxers
The moment I saw the picture in the magazine, I knew I had to buy them for Ray. They were white boxers with red hearts all over them. They looked pretty nice on the man in the picture but I knew they would look even better on Ray. I couldn’t wait to see them on him. Even looking at them on the man in the picture didn’t stop my mind from seeing them on Ray.
Ray and I have been together for just under a year, and I am still hot for him. Every time he comes over and holds and kisses me, I ache for him. The passion and need never dwindles between us. We never fight or don’t get along, and we discuss all misunderstandings before it gets to the fighting stage. It works for us, and I hope it will continue.
Ray is such a great guy, and we have so much in common with each other. He would never wear anything ‘girlie’, no woman’s lingerie for him, and I was glad for that. I like my men in men’s clothes. Although there was something about those boxers that I really wanted to see him in them.
Weeks ago, I saw the same boxers at the drug store in the aisle with the Valentine’s stuff. I kept thinking how cool it would be to see Ray in them. I wanted to stare at his tall, lean body in those little boxers with the cute little hearts on them.
When I saw him later that day, I told him about the boxers and how I would love to see him in them.
Laughter filled the air as I told him. “Not me. I’m not wearing anything like that,” he said.
I went to him and snuggled in his arms. “Not even for me?”
“Quit with the pouty face. You know I’m helpless to that face.”
“That’s why I do it,” I said, smiling brightly.
“You are not as sweet and innocent as you want me to believe you are,” he said, grinning.
“And you love me that way,” I said, glad that he did.
“You’d better believe it,” Ray said.
So, he knew that I wanted to see him in those boxers, but I let it go. Yet once I saw them in that magazine of clearance items, I knew I had to get them. Just for the principle of the matter.
It took nearly two weeks to get them in. The fantasies of seeing Ray in them came on more often all week. I got him to promise that if I bought him something he would wear it for me, as long as they weren’t anything for woman. I thought that was fair.
Even after the boxers came in, it was awhile before I got to see him in them, but the time finally came.
“Look what I got!” I said, very excitedly, holding the boxers behind my back.
“I give up, what did you get?”
“Your boxers,” I said, holding them out for him to see.
“Oh, no,” he said, laughing. “Now you want me to wear them?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Please.” I put the boxers on the floor and started to undo his shirt. He kissed me passionately as I kept taking his clothes off. He looked so good naked, but I had to see him in those boxers, even if I took them off after.
“Much as I like you naked, put these on.” I knew I was smiling from ear to ear. He was, too. I knew he wouldn’t mind the end result of wearing them. As soon as he put them on, I nearly started to drool. No one could ever look that good in those silly boxers. He was so gorgeous in them. “Oh, my.”
His body was so muscular, so perfect, and so small. I ran my fingertips over every inch of it. It was a light touch, like feathers tickling his flesh. He squirmed under my touch. It was truly awesome. As I touched and stared at him, he took my own clothing off, and ran his hands over my petite figure. They were so hot; they nearly burned my skin. His hand gently massaged my breasts, one at a time, and then traveled down my body. I moaned over and over. He was so good. His tongue followed his fingers on their way down. He slowly took his time to touch and lick every inch of me: my breasts, ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, and pussy. I didn’t want him to stop. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, reaching down to open my pussy for him, too. “Mmmm, what do you want?” Ray asked. The longer he played with me, the longer I got to stare at him in those boxers.
“Please, Ray, oh please, let your tongue wander in me,” I begged. I didn’t have to ask him twice. He pressed his face against my pussy, letting his tongue dive inside. It squirmed over my clit. It darted in and out of me. I had never been eaten with such expertise. It was still like such a dream to me. It wasn’t long before I was screaming in orgasm. But Ray didn’t let up there; he kept licking me and touching me. He let his fingers wander inside to fuck me. I kept reaching down to touch him through the material of the boxers. He was so hard for me.
“Oh, Ray, let me please you. I need to please you.” He came up next to me and let me touch his wonderful, slender body. I pulled the boxers down to his ankles, so I could touch him, lick him. His cock was so hard, and it begged to be licked, which I did. My tongue licked the length of the shaft, and then my mouth came down upon it to his balls. I kept my fingertips touching his body as I sucked his cock. He tasted so good, and it was so exciting to please such a man. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair as I did this. He was such a gentleman. He was still so sweet both in taste and mannerism. My fingers ran over his ass softly, and then his hips and balls. He squirmed, as I sucked him, until I ached inside to have him in me.
“Please take me, Ray. I ache to have you inside.” Ray laid back and brought me on top of him. He took hold of my hips, as I reached down to guide him in me. I moaned and smiled as I watched his face. He was smiling, too. I could not take my eyes off of him. I had the perfect view as he had sex with me. My body began to quiver all over as his hand went to my breasts. It was so hot and intense.
“Cum, baby,” Ray said, as his own body shook in orgasm. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. This miracle wasn’t a dream. I came with him, our juices mixing together until we collapsed in each other’s arms. I kissed him softly.
“Wow! If those boxers get me that kind of sex, I will wear them for you all the time,” he said.
“Now see. I told you so.” He hated it when I was right about stuff, but this time, I don’t think he really minded at all.
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