Clutching his shoulders, I twisted and ground my hips, massaging his prick deep inside me. He used all his considerable strength to push his hips up toward my body, forcing himself deeper inside me, deeper than any man had ever been before. He placed one chunky fingertip on my clitoris and pressed down gently. With my cunt turned to liquid, I came, enjoying ripples of pleasure that felt as if they would never end. Nor did I want them to. As my pussy closed around his dick, he shot his load inside me. I relaxed my legs, then wrapped them around his back and tilted my face up for another kiss. We stayed like this, holding each other close, while his dick contracted and his spunk spilled from my slit, staining his silk shorts. I kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair.

"So," I said to him, half afraid of the answer. "Are you really going to retire? Because if you do, I don't know what I'm going to do with my life."

He placed a kiss on my right nipple. "I honestly don't know," he replied. "But either way, you'll be fine."

I didn't understand.

"If I retire, I will have to take you away and marry you so that I can spend the rest of my life fucking you. And if I don't, you will have to be my lucky charm and follow me around the world, watching me fight until I can't fight anymore. Will you stick around?"

He knew that the answer would be yes.

That's how my fighter, my lover, my husband kept on fighting, kept traveling the world, and became the oldest world heavyweight champion of all time. The day he won back his title, we made love on the floor of the boxing ring. He hasn't lost a fight since. As long as he has me by his side he'll never be defeated again. And he will always, always have me.

ALWAYS THE BRIDESMAID

Our same-sex fantasies often involve celebrities, colleagues, or even casual acquaintances, but sometimes we find that a little sapphic experimentation happens closer to home.