It arrives me from time to time to make very strange dreams. These dreams have always place when the moon is found in its peak. I go under to tell the last dreams that I have had. I am a single woman, free enough sexually of or my celibacy. I sleep with that I want, man or woman, that depends on the moment. At this time this would be rather nothing at all, a rest well come after an adventure tumultuous enough. That made the well from time to time. Come in to my dream. It was an afternoon Sunday. I was drowsy in the sofa. I carried a white shirt closed by a button to the level of the chest and a long white skirt. I was naked under, as always to the house. I adore to take a nap the afternoon Sunday, the body slightly reheated by autumnal sunbeams. I was ... Read More»

I pulled back onto the highway and left the gas station behind. Four hours to go, give or take a few minutes. I’d be glad to leave Oklahoma behind—what a godawful state to drive through. And Tulsa—why would anyone live there? I took a swig of my cold soda and pressed the Scan button on the radio for the hundredth time. I was sick to death of country music and my CDs had achieved overplay status about a week ago. I hadn’t had time to buy anything new. “Gonna be a long drive,” I muttered as the radio found one staticky station after another. I spotted a hitchhiker ahead and slowed a bit, hoping for a hot chick. I laughed at that, knowing hot chicks did not hitchhike these days, if they wanted to keep breathing. As expected, it was a man, ... Read More»

Grace and I spent a lot of time together this week, owing mostly to the snow day. We'd hardly had time to talk since Sunday morning after that amazing night with Kale. I had to get to work fixing my thesis and shit, and she had a busy Sunday planned, taking advantage while the kids were with her ex. But on Wednesday, the big snow storm hit New England. Everything was shut down, the university, my work, almost every business except the big chain markets. So Grace invited me over on Tuesday, and we had a great dinner, amazing sex (which I may write about later, not today though). I met her kids, fraternal twins Dylan and Graham, and we took them sledding and it was a fucking riot. But on Tuesday night, as we lay in each other's arms, Grace asked me to tell her ... Read More»

There is nothing that I love better than giving head. I'd rather do that than anything ... better than fucking ... better than being fucked ... etc. I think you get what I mean. I can't keep count of how many times I have gotten down on my knees in front of a man and taken him into my mouth. I only know that I have been doing it for over ten years and I have done it practically every day since I first experienced the taste and feel of swollen bulging meat in my mouth, and often I have done it several times a day. I want you to know that I have no prejudices, and especially when it comes to stuffing my mouth with cock, I believe that all beautiful, well-built men are created equal, and the bigger and thicker they are, the more equal they are. What ... Read More»

As a massage therapist I've learned to take any clients I can get, so I jumped at the last minute appointment call I got when my three o'clock cancelled on me. He asked the usual questions, but then also seemed to be specifically interested in making sure he his privates would be well covered. Considering most guys seem to get a thrill out of the chance of being exposed, it was a nice change to know he wasn't going to be hitting on me. Despite the short notice, he showed up on time. He was taller than me, with a confident swagger and a cocky grin, which made me a little nervous but I remembered his questions on the phone and the feeling passed. I've never come across a client I couldn't handle. My massage rooms are small but work well for me. There's room ... Read More»

It was a summer evening. The breeze was slightly caressing my hair. We were under an aged oak tree. We could hear the birds as well as the river near by. The sun was setting down and could see the moon in the sky, which was breathtaking. I was with a man I met maybe 15 days earlier. This was our 5th date. We brought a picnic basket to this remote and very romantic little spot I knew for practically all my life. He was charming, a gentleman. He brought me a rose. Honestly, I was in love. He was tall and handsome and may I say, sexy. On our 4th date, we went to the beach near by. I had my blue bikini on and he had on a very revealing white swimwear. I could see the outline of his manhood. It was so big, it was difficult to look away. I hadn't had sex in more ... Read More»

(sweaty, unwashed bodies, and soiled undies make for an intoxicating mix!) I had noticed them since they started coming to the gym together on Thursdays, two gorgeous sleek young cuties. They worked out together, and from the way they cavorted down in the locker room, I could tell they were gay, or at least bi, and lovers. I started talking to them and learned that Anna and Sally were still in high school, though they had just turned 18 and would be graduating in a month. The two of them attended an all-girls prep school and were on the gymnastics team, but they liked to work out in this private gym, away from the prying eyes of all their schoolmates They were two of the cutest, prettiest eighteen year olds you could ever imagine. Down in the locker room, ... Read More»

* * * * * She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. She came across an entry marked “BBQ” and her smiled broadened as she recalled the day she first got together with Wendy… … Julie stopped for a moment to catch her breath and watching the people laughing and enjoying them selves as they chatted and drank. There must have been over a hundred people milling about, some enjoying the rare English sun, others trying to seek shade under the trees dotted about her large garden. Julie loved her annual get together as it gave her a chance to catch up with a lot of people she ... Read More»

"I have a fun evening planned for your birthday dear." said Mark. "What?" asked Vicki suspiciously. "Well, remember how I said I wanted to have a threesome? I called Alison and told her. She thought I was kidding but I talked her into coming over. I said if she would just watch it would be okay as long as she was naked too." Vicki was apprehensive. She was thinking that her boyfriend just wanted to fuck her friend. She was somewhat insecure about herself and how she looked. She had large full tits that Mark loved to fondle and an ass he loved to grab but she felt she was overweight. Especially compared to Alison's tight younger body. "I want her to sit at the foot of the bed and use a dildo while I fuck you." Mark said hungrily. "I don't think so" ... Read More»

I have always loved to masturbate since I first found out how when I was about twelve years old. I found out how after reading an article in my Mum's copy of Cosmopolitan, and, having learnt how to do it, I became quite an avid practitioner, doing it at least once a day, normally in bed before going to sleep. Although the article had said how normal it was, I always felt naughty when I did it, knowing that it was not something I should let on to anyone else that I did. I eventually realised that this factor actually had the effect of increasing the pleasure. As I got older I found out about the "one-handed reading" books published by the likes of Black Lace, again through the pages of Cosmo. I used to love going in to a bookshop in the knowledge that ... Read More»

I gave my first blow job when I was in 8th grade. I didn't have a clue what I was doing back then, and I was surprised when my 18 year old cousin Jeff ejaculated in my mouth. He started saying "I'm, cumming, I'm cumming and I didn't know what he meant. I tasted the salty slippery fluid leaking from the tip of his hard penis as he pushed my head down firmly. I had no idea he was about to erupt in my mouth. Jeff called out with pleasure and his cock began to jerk and shoot his sperm down the back of my throat. I tried to spit the funny tasting fluid out, but Jeff had a strong hold on my head and he kept thrusting his slippery cock to the back of my throat. I started to gag and choke and he told me to swallow it. That was the start of my obsession for sucking ... Read More»

Megan and I had gone to Chicago to visit her friend Amanda. We stopped on our way back from a family reunion in Cape Cod, when I'd sort of freaked out and given up on our relationship. We'd fought a lot during that week, but were still together and going through with our plans to visit her friend. One of the nights we went out to a bar with Amanda and her roommate Jen. Both of these women were really cool, but Megan had always been put off by Jen because every time we visited, Jen would flirt with me. She had made clear to Megan her attraction to me after our first visit, when she talked to Megan about how cute I was. That first visit Amanda had a party, and while Amanda and Megan made appetizers in the kitchen, I sat on the couch with Jen talking. She was ... Read More»

"I see you've met Monica." Kelly froze, stunned by the sudden realization that she knew exactly who this wanton beauty was in their shower. Corm's arms were tight around her, wrapping her in his strong, safe embrace. She leaned against him, her chest heaving with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation as she waited for him to say something more, to explain why her tormentor was suddenly in their home. Corm's body was hot against hers, and she could feel his thick shaft pressed between them. A long moment passed, giving her overwhelmed mind time to unleash its fears. She was afraid because this woman knew what she was capable of, had seen her brought to the very edge of her own sanity and then topple over into the abyss of her lusts. Had helped plunge ... Read More»

At ten past three on the next Wednesday, there I was round at the charity shop, wondering about my next donation. The closed sign was in the window but I tried the door anyway - it was locked. So I just wandered along the nearby shops, idly looking in the windows, until is was quarter past. Making my way back I kept wondering about Maude, and last time I'd been in the shop. Had I dreamed all that dressing up and her wanking me? Surely it couldn't have been real? I got to the door and tried it again, but it was still locked. I looked into the shop, and then saw at the back, the figure of someone by the changing rooms. It was Maude, and seeing me she came out towards the door. I could make out a pink polo neck sweater and red skirt, and her face looked quite ... Read More»

Finally the day we had been waiting for arrived and we walked up the ramp to the ship. I don’t remember the name of it since it was about five miles long and in another language. It was beautiful. We were given directions on where our room was located and Melanie and I wasted no time unpacking. This cruise was going to last a week and we didn’t want to be living out of our suitcases. We threw our bags up on the bed and starting sorting out what would go where. As big as cruise ships are, you would think they would have more space for clothes. There was one small closet and a dresser matching in size. I watched as she started to remove her ‘delicate’ clothing. She had an amazing range of lingerie, from black leather to white lace. If it could be found at ... Read More»