Date: 12/28/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: BradLee, Source: LushStories
Ah, but how the body tires with age, and the beauty and virility we took for granted in our youth become our most sought after goals, ever more distant, like a ship drifting away on the horizon. How would I fare today should a similar adventure befall me? As I look down the broad, leaf filled bridleway, deep in the heart of the forest, in the very same spot where those two ladies, the vixen and her slave, had briefly taken over my existence twenty years before, I have to wonder. Would they even stop for me now, feeling me suitable for their game, man enough for their passion? At twenty five I had lived up to their challenge and played my part with conviction. Should it happen again right now, the mind would be willing, but the body? Maybe not. I smiled; as if anything like that would ever happen again. That was a once in a lifetime experience. That was a meeting of minds, bodies, fluids and depravity that any man would look back on and wonder, had he really been so lucky, or had he been in a haze and dreamt it all? xxx It was early September, still warm for the time of year, and the early afternoon sun was flooding through the canopy of trees. I was on my usual Sunday afternoon walk from a friends, to the country cottage were I lodged, on the other side of the forest. As it was mild, I had removed my jacket and carried it, casually slung over my shoulder as I waked, following the trail of horses hooves in the boggy peat. My white cotton shirt was loose at the neck and I ...