Erotic Daydreams

Sometimes I think my parents should have named me Eykan, rather than Eukan. Since I was old enough to get an erection, I have masturbated one or more times a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year. I don't know how much semen I have spilled, but I'm sure that were every sperm in it had impregnated a woman, the earth would not be big enough to hold all of my children. As it is, I've fathered only two little Jacquekovs, a boy and a girl.

My wife, now dead some five years, was a wonderful lover. She had no inhibitions and was always willing to try some new way to achieve a powerful orgasm, as long as what we did caused no pain or injury to either of us. S&M was the one aspect of sex that neither of us had any desire to explore. In spite of my wife's willingness to have sex anytime I wanted it, and was frequently the one who initiated a romp on the Spring Maids, I still found it necessary to manually empty my seminal vesicles at least once a day. These solo sessions were always accompanied by vivid daydreams. Daydreams still fuel my daily self-pleasuring. Let me relate one to you.

It is a beautiful, warm, sunny day in early June. The sky is cloudless and a rich, almost royal blue. A light breeze is rustling the leaves of the trees as I walk along a country dirt road toward the swimming hole where the river tumbling from a fifty-foot cliff has scoured out a deep, long, pool. I can hear the waterfall even though I'm still a quarter mile from it.

Mocking birds nesting in the nearby trees take exception to me being in their territory and begin dive bombing-like attacks, narrowly missing my head. I ignore them and continue toward the river and an hour of skinny dipping.

When I'm about thirty feet from the swimming hole, I hear voices – female voices.

The pool is well shielded by trees and shrubs that grow on both banks of the river so that people swimming there cannot be easily seen by passers by. That's why it is my favorite place to swim nude.

Quietly, I move closer and peer through the leaves of a low growing river plum. There are three girls, whom I had met on occasion, there. All were between eighteen and twenty-three years old, and all were bare ass naked. They were splashing water on one another and playing grab-ass.