It had been a couple of weeks since John had been to Mrs. Adams' house. The first visit had been the fulfillment of his every fantasy. He had mowed her yard as he promised but he made himself busy so he wouldn't have to go back. He was afraid she had just been toying with him that first time. He would love to see those big, beautiful breasts again but didn't think he could take the disappointment if she didn't offer them to him. She had been so wonderful to let him enjoy them on his last visit. He was sure that something that good could only have been a one-time thing. Mrs. Adams was a nice lady. Her youngest son was a couple of years older than John but still they had been friends. With the weather being what it had been the yard really needed mowing again. ... Read More»

Mitsho stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his midsection and moving to the bathroom sink to prepare for the night. Drops of water drizzled down his corded shoulders, making lines down his chiseled stomach. He was proud of his body; he worked very hard to be the strongest. Strong mind, strong body and strong desires . . . He opened a carved wooden box that sat on his counter, and flipped through the few pieces of jewelry he owned, finally picking delicate three-inch long Indian beaded earrings. They had belonged to an ancient warrior relative of his, when his people had still been in control of their lives. He slipped them in his earlobes, feeling the energy of his predator side taking over. He felt like the great line of warriors that had ... Read More»

“Ooh, I really need the loo!”, Amy muttered, shuffling in her seat. Halfway through social studies, and stuck with the strictest teacher in the world, she had no chance of escape. She fidgeted and squirmed, being reprimanded repeatedly by Mrs Grant. The clock ticked slowly, each second torturous. Eventually she realised she has no other option, and slowly raised her hand. “Mrs Grant, could I possibly… leave to use the bathroom?” she quietly asked, with little hope. “You should have gone at breaktime!” barked Mrs Grant, and turned back to the board. Amy struggled through five more minutes of agonising self control. Her bladder was fit to burst, and her genitals clenched and unclenched repeatedly in a vain effort to contain her pee. All of a sudden, she reached her ... Read More»

Cassie stood and once again went into the kitchen to check the clock. It showed the time to be a quarter after nine, only ten minutes from when she last checked. She sighed and went back out to join her family in the conclusion of the movie. She smiled at her husband trying unsuccessfully to assuage his anger at her for interrupting the movie once again. Cassie couldn't help herself. She was dying to get to bed, to bed and with Paul. It had first started about 3 months ago. Cassie and her husband had grown passionless in their marriage. She had wondered why, working too hard, interrupted by the kids, simply overwhelmed by the sameness of it all, the reason didn't matter. One night as Cassie slept she was caught in the grip of the most realistic dream. She was ... Read More»

I was sitting on my sofa one cold winter morning curled up with a blanket watching television. I was really horny on this cold rainy winter morning, more so then usual. I was using mineral oil (baby oil with no fragrance) and was rubbing it all over my pussy getting good and wet. I was warm and cosy under my blanket and enjoying my self knowing that I was going to have a great orgasm to start my day. I heard a car pull up in my driveway and saw that it was the PGE meter reader man. He is so handsome and sexy and I enjoy watching him jump out of his truck and strut to the side of my house to read the meter. I usual watch him from my kitchen window. He always wears tight pants and has a great ass. I was already rubbing my pussy and realy getting into it when I ... Read More»

I was looking at the advertisement in the magazine and I was wondering, what is the difference between a naturist club and a nudist club? I had been to a naturist club a few weeks before, and found that it was all people extolling the virtues of social nudity and insisting that naturism is an entirely non-sexual activity. I didn't agree with them, and that line from Hamlet, which I had studied at high school, 'he doth protest too much methinks,' kept coming into my mind every time one of them launched into the spiel about how naturism had nothing to do with sex. I think the reason they all said it so often was to convince themselves; I mean, maybe there is something wrong with me, but when I see a woman who is attractive and sexy, I respond, and if she is ... Read More»

She was 37 and married to a ploce officer and had three children . Her marriage was unhappy and she had been seeing other men and had been caught cheating previously . We met on the net where in her profile she stated that she usually prefered younger lads in their early 20's but she replied to my profile and soon enough we got emailing and texting . She was very honest about what she wanted . Im not the type of guy to openly come on to a woman so she sought reassurance about what we would end up doing should we meet . I simply told her : " I would like if we could meet and get on .... and if you want have passionate sex " This seemed to reassure her and we ended up meeting one afternoon . We went for coffee and she explained her situation further ... Read More»

I am a 22 year old small petite girl. 5'3", 100, 32a, blonde and shaved. I recently found a very exciting way to have group sex. We all girls know when we go to night clubs, the guys will find a way to come around and grind against us to get our attention. As obnoxious that act may be, we do get lucky with good looking guys grinding against our ass. And I return the favor by pushing my ass more into their hard crotch. I do end up picking my fuck for the night based on the fun the guys bring to the dance floor. But as always many guys grind against me and they may not know each other either. And only recently I discovered a fun way to have some fun while selecting my fuck buddy for the night. I always prefer more than one cock in bed at a time but not all ... Read More»

We continued to dance for awhile longer, and then decided to call it a night. We returned to the hotel, and I asked her if she wanted to grab a drink at the bar, and relax out by the pool with it. She agreed, and we got our drinks, and headed that way. It was dark, and quiet. They had placed chairs, and chaise lounges under canopies, with three sides covered. I led Diane to one of these, and we sat in our chairs, and sipped our drinks. We chatted idly for some time, even when our drinks were done. I slipped from my chair, and knelt before Diane. I ran my hands up her legs, to her hips, and rested my head on her thigh. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I thanked her again for inviting me along. We remained like that for a few moments, and I began to ... Read More»

Will Work For Shoes On the ground floor of the Galleria Mall in Houston, Gavin Taulbe leaned against the parapet that surrounded the ice rink, watching two of his grandkids ice skating. His daughter-in-law, Graciela, stood next to him, tracking the kids' progress across the ice. One of the kids was hers; the other belonged to his daughter Geneva. Graciela had invited her because she knew Angelica loved ice skating, and said she could also spend the night. Both Gavin and Graciela had come up in coastal Texas. Gavin came from blue-collar, redneck origins, and Graciela from a middle class Hispanic family, but if they had any common ground, besides the love each bore for his son Branden, who was stationed in the Middle East, it was that both were mystified by the ... Read More»

My cell phone rang as I walked into the cafe, it was Grace. As I sat down at the table, she was talking bout meeting up. While we tried figuring out a meeting place my cup of coffee I ordered finally arrived. She said she could come to the cafe or I could meet her at the gym. I told her I would meet her at the gym. After all, my workout routine needed some help. I placed my money on the table grabbed my backpack and headed off to the gym to meet her. It just so happened that my gym clothes were in my backpack. Call it a hunch or a coincidence but for some reason, I figured that was where she wanted to meet me. However, as soon as I left the cafe I received a text message from her saying to meet her at her gym along with the directions. Starting to jog ... Read More»

This vacation was turning out to be a disaster, no, that wasn't quite right, more like a big disappointment, but however you described it, Melinda was wishing that she was back home in the states rather than being alone in even such an exotic location as Naples!!! The food was great, the sights were even better, but she was just so damned lonely she could hardly stand it, because after having lived with Josh for the past three years, their break up had almost crushed her spirit!!! Her best friend Lorie had recommended taking a long European vacation to take her mind off of her troubles, but while she should have been enjoying herself, all she could think about was how much she missed him and how she wished she was back in Chicago where she could at least plot to ... Read More»

My life at school was fairly uneventful. I wasn't brilliant academically. I wasn't a talented sportsman, actor or musician. I wasn't one of the popular children. I wasn't in physical fear from bullying, although there was a lot of teasing, name calling and 'jokes' that were funny for everyone else. It was one particular practical joke that went much further than usual, which happened towards the end of my time there that changed my view on life. It was a Wednesday. That year I didn't particularly like Wednesdays, because my timetable started with Physical Education. I was, and still am, skinny. Back in my school days I was teased on a regular basis because of my slimness, my lack of body hair and my high pitched voice. Regular taunts were the accusation that I ... Read More»

Jason watched the vixen swaying sensually to the music in the middle of his best friend's living room. She looked like she belonged in some sultan's harem, wearing one of those diaphanous outfits fixed with bells that tinkled as she curled her hips. Not some sultan's harem, his harem. Her golden brown skin glowed in the light. He finished off his brandy and stepped behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She moved with him for a little while, caught up in the music. He moved his left palm past her hips to cup her bottom causing her to glance back at him. She disengaged her self with a purse of her soft plump lips. "When did you get here Jason?" she asked with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh not too long ago. As usual you were ... Read More»

I had dated the same man for the last five years, but suddenly I found out he was cheating on my so I dumped him about 6 months ago. I haven't dated since than, not because I wasn't asked out, I just haven't gotten over the betrayal. This has made me particularly horny lately. We had a fairly active sex life, but it was more routine. While we had sex often, I refused oral sex and anal sex was a definite taboo. Some of my friends had told me they had tried anal sex (most did not get very far until they made their partner stop) but did not like it because of the intense pain. Even those that did finish refused to do it again. I guess the forbidden is what we are deepest fantasies are about. I have resorted to masturbation lately to satisfy my lust. My vibrator ... Read More»