It was difficult to explain to people who did not understand; sometimes Amy didn't understand it herself. She was twenty-two years old, happily married to a man who gave her all he could, the sex was good but she couldn't get enough. Amy had always been easily aroused and from a very young age she had discovered the art of self- satisfaction. She would lie for hours, naked in her room under the covers, exploring her vagina, inserting her fingers and anything else she could find which she could push up into her young pussy. Over the years Amy taught herself many different ways of arousing herself and keep herself aroused for hours, perhaps now and again a quick rub on her clit or pulling her panties up in between her pussy lips and ass cheeks would keep her wet ... Read More»

I awoke early this Saturday morning, just like I did every other morning. Not having an active social life left plenty of time for "early to bed, early to rise." Don’t get me wrong, I very much wanted an active social life, but I was shy. To tell the truth, I was painfully shy at times, especially those times when meeting or socializing with girls was on the agenda. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a virgin, I had had some experiences with girls, but to this day I suspect that the two girls who did it with me were more motivated by sympathy than true feelings of romance, or even lust for that matter. Let me tell you, being the object of a sympathy fuck did nothing for my self-esteem or my shyness. Anyway, it was Saturday and Saturday morning was when I worked for ... Read More»

“Would you suck cock for me?” Not the sort of thing you ordinarily hear from a girl on the first date, but then there was nothing ordinary about Emma. I hadn’t ever talked to her before that night, but I sure as hell had noticed her. She was hard not to notice. Emma was waitress at this restaurant/ comedy club where I worked bussing tables. She had a slim, athletic build and short blonde hair, with a beautiful face and these huge blue eyes. It wasn’t really her looks that made her stand out, though. I’m not sure what it was. Body language, telepathy, pheromones, whatever it was just screamed out “I am a sexually powerful female” and I got the message loud and clear. I asked Carlos, one of the Mexican busboys, about her. (In fact, I was the only busboy ... Read More»

'Just touch me sweet lover – please – just touch me... ' You whispered, as we lay – side-by-side, replete, sated, satisfied. Our longing and lust diminished but our bodies, voluptuously, lazily remembering the sensuous, urgent driving of our desires as we had so recently feasted on each other's needs and appetites. Gorging on our erotic responses to each other – urging each other on to greater erotic heights. Now our passions smoldered, dormant yet waiting to be rekindled with new and even greater vigor. We knew each other's bodies – knew them well. The secret erotic places where simply a touch or a suggestion of lips could arouse and excite. We had confidence in our ability to stimulate, turn on and sometimes violently - other times gently, excite and ... Read More»

We moved to New Mexico when my husband's father decided to retire early from his business and pass it on to his son. I had visited here many times but never quite took to it. My family is from Maine. Thanks to the exclusive country club membership sponsored by my in-laws and a ton of charity work, I was able to quickly adjust and make some new friends. It was through these friends that I learned of the agency from which I hired Carmela. She was a strikingly beautiful naturalized Spanish-American girl whose speech sometimes sounded 'old world' with a slight accent. This young woman had the skin color of her ancestry, long wavy black hair and eyes as brown as chocolate. My husband stared at her in amazement, but she showed no interest in him. Good. Nineteen year ... Read More»

I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing around with a cocktail called, I believe, "A Landmine." It tasted of dishwater and kerosene. I had been watching the silly posturing and stupid conversations that these pretentious occasions give rise to, laced as they are with "Dears" and "Darlings," when I saw him. My mind swirled back nearly seven years to a beautiful summer day. At the time, I was the wife of a Housemaster at a middle ranking private ... Read More»

"Wha uhh were am I" asking Haden he tried to move realizing he was strapped to a bed, he had his hands spread apart above his head and his legs strapped apart as well . He then turned his attention to the door as he heard it open he then realized it was Matt he started stuttering asking Matt" wha wh what what's going on bro"? Matt ignored him making his way over to a small Table. He started to look around the room noticing that it was fairly big but no windows and the only furniture in the room was a rolling desk chair on his left side and the Table were Matt was messing around on his left. He was still stuttering getting scared asking matt what was going on, Matt then turned around with a pair of scissors. Haden started to move. Matt then put his hand on his ... Read More»

The Café Charmate was placed off a side street. Out of the way of the main street and directly opposite the Raven, the town's Goth and fetish bar, it attracted an exclusive sort of customer. There were six small cast iron tables, with two matching chairs at each. A dark haired waitress leant on the counter next to the antique cash register. Classical music was playing on a dated speaker system. There was only one customer this early in the day, sitting drinking coffee, as though she was waiting for someone. This woman was Selene, waiting in her black long coat, blood red mini-dress and stiletto-heeled boots. A sliver ring surrounded her neck, completely without a break. Her hair was a dark brunette, cut to shoulder length and tied back. The crimson lipstick on ... Read More»

I belong to a health club in town here like so many of the other businessmen. This club seems to cater to a more upscale clientele, lawyers, doctors, business executives and the like. It's a good place to go for lunch for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which is avoiding eating! Most of the men seem to know each other and belong to that good old boy network. The members seem to stay in 2 groups, the older over 45 and the younger guys. I usually hang with the older guys and enjoy the company during lunchtime workout. Most of us lift weights and run during the lunch hour followed by a steam, shower and back to work. I've made many friends and find most of these in shape older men very handsome, distinguished if you will. I guess that I have always found ... Read More»

EMILY'S STORY - part 2 Hi, it's me, Emily Sterling again. When you left me in the last chapter, I was explaining about the 'close' relationship between me and my twin sister Kira, and why I feel so miserable. Melody, one of my basketball teammates had just finished cumming on my face, and now apparently Sharon, another teammate was going to take a turn. As I mentioned in the last chapter, too, Sharon was a red head. Now, I'm redheaded, but more of a coppery-brown shade, and my hair's cut short, even back then in high school. Sharon's was much longer, over her shoulders, straight and lustrous. Since her full name was Sharon Fitzgerald, you can probably picture her a little better. She had creamy, pale skin, with lots of freckles, some in places more ... Read More»

I came home late after drinking beers with my two best friends. I was only 17 and beer was forbidden so I was trying hard to be quiet, not to wake my mother who was a light sleeper. I managed to get to my room unheard so I stripped naked then went to piss. My rational for being nude was that if mom saw me she would think I just got up to pee and avoid talking to me because of my free swinging dick. On the way back to my room I tripped over the fucking fur-ball that was curled up by my little sister’s bedroom door, usually the cat slept with Carol but had apparently been shut out. The cat hissed at me and I tried to kick it but it dodged my foot and glared at me evilly. I twisted the knob to Carol’s door to let the cat in; she slid like a shadow into the room ... Read More»

Those incidents were from back when I was young and cared about things like feelings and emotions. As I grew older and my soul became jaded, I realized that I could be an asshole and get away with it, so I became more risky with my blowjob activities. One time I was with a girl, we’ll call her “Betty.” She lived in a house with three other girls, but they were all out, so we hooked up in her living room. Betty was a master of her craft, and especially loved going down on me. She was hitting the crescendo of her well-conducted symphony of knob-slobbing, but right before I felt myself let loose into her mouth, the door to her house opened. Her roommate was barely inside when she saw Betty on her knees sucking me off like she was auditioning for a porn movie. ... Read More»

The butt plug was enormous and firmly in her perfectly formed ass. I had no idea how she got it in to begin with, but it was there when I pulled her thong down. Her pussy was flushed, already engorged and wet. Grabbing the plug I began to play, pulling it out and watching in amazement at how wide it was. She moaned, kneeling on the couch in my apartment as I spun the toy back and forth in her tight ass. It didn't look like it was going to come out easily. The force I was pulling with made it more apparent that it must have taken some doing to get it in. I stuck a wet finger in her pussy while I tugged on the plug. She moved back, further on my finger and moaned louder as more of my digit disappeared into her hot pussy. She was gorgeous, tan, toned and sporting ... Read More»

They say that no one is 100% straight. I like to think that I'm 99% straight, and that one percent was a very special circumstance. His name was Chris. I know him in high school and he and I were very good friends, almost the best of friends. He also lived two streets over from me. We hung out together all the time and in the time we spent together, I grew to love him. I never let him know how much I was attracted to him, because I knew he wouldn't be interested in doing anything. But boy, he was something. He was 6' 5'' and in amazing shape. He was fairly skinny, but what bulk he did have was all muscle. He had the broad shoulders and lean face of a man, even from the time he was a freshman. I loved when he wore tight shirts and I could see his pecs ... Read More»

I want to tell you what I have planned for the next time Mollie and I get together. She is by far and away the most incredibly sexy women on the face of this planet, completely without inhibitions or hang-ups, totally devoted to pleasing me and allowing me to please her. But before I get to our next encounter, let me share with you some of the details of our first time together, and you will immediately see how lucky I am that I found her, and why everything I plan to do with her will culminate in intense satisfaction for both of us. I had been in the middle of a rough stretch at the office and had crawled home after another 12 hour day, just looking forward to watching some of the rugby match on the TV, before falling asleep. I had one shoe off when I thought ... Read More»