Finding Derek Contest - Entries

Name: Scott W.
Age: 43
Occupation: Project Manager
Hobbies: Massage, foreign travel, club/salsa dancing, weightlifting, SCUBA diving, skiing
Web Site:
www.myspace.com/mogulshredder
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Listen to Scott’s SEX LOUNGE Excerpt:

Have you ever helped a woman live out her fantasies?: “Yes…I am so excited and surprised that she called…I’m hearing her voice for the first time…her voice is so sexy, sensual. I’m aroused immediately and extraordinarily sensitive down there, I’m so impressed and turned on by this…it’s a good sign I hope. We haven’t met yet except for online. After chatting for several weeks she trusts me. She wants to take the risk and meet. She wants to role play her semi-public fantasy that we have chatted about. I ask if we can meet that night at an upscale South Beach night club of my choosing with her to be dressed in black, dressed to kill. While speaking, her sense is reinforced that I am a sweet, confident, respectful, fun-loving guy…but with a love of the nightlife, music, dance, and full with passion and private, tasteful, pent-up perversions to be unleashed. She agrees to meet.”

Tell us about it : “That night she goes to the club and sits at the bar alone; wearing a backless black dress with a slit up the leg. As agreed, she teasingly rejects the advances from the several men that approach her over the next hour. The flirting only drives her anticipation to see me…”is he coming?”

She glances up and sees me at the balcony…we both give a devilish smirk. She walks towards me and pushes me onto a bar stool, unbuttons the top buttons of my shirt, and feels my shaven-smooth, muscular chest whose image has so turned her on the last weeks. She straddles me, placing my hands on her thighs. It’s the erotic massage that I had described and that she had enjoyed some days before.

We move to the dance floor, where the foreplay continues…our hands gliding over each other’s twisting, pulsing bodies. The song ends and she takes me by the hand and leads me to a dark corner in the lower level. She reaches back with her other hand to check if I’m still aroused. Once again she pushes me down, this time onto a bench. She straddles me - I can feel intense warmth between her legs. As pulling my head back by my hair, she kisses me deeply and asks me to take her. I’m so turned on that she’s going to let herself go, right here, right now.”