Rolling over, feeling your warmth beside me, I wake up and watch you sleep. Smiling to myself, I marvel at the moments that we’ve shared, the times still to come. I watch you breathe, see your peaceful face, and reach out a hand to softly trace your brow. I’m breathless as a streak of moonlight highlights your face. You’re so perfect to me. Gazing at you makes my heart race, and soon I begin to tingle, thinking about the way you feel inside me. I lean in to press a soft kiss against your lips, hoping not to wake you, but not disappointed that I do. You smile at me as your eyes try to focus. “Shhh,” I say, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Read the rest of this entry »
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As I walk down the wet streets to Sabrina’s house I knew it wasn’t going to be a pleasant evening…I had something to do, I knew it had to be done. I have an obligation to her. Walking in the rain up her walkway I felt a deep throb in my throat.
The door opens…”Hi Nick…come in here your soaked”…walking in I could see the gleam in her eyes…I knew what I had to do and it wasn’t going to be pleasant…Nick, slip out of those wet clothes before you catch a death of cold…put on this robe while I put your clothes in the dryer. Read the rest of this entry »
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He was still asleep, at least halfway so, slowly drifting back to an awareness of the morning sun filtered through the closed blinds, illuminating the room with the soft warm glow of the day. Gradually his consciousness sharpened to the awareness of an intense, yet strangely soft feeling of wetness and motion on his nipples which were straining against, or perhaps towards, the touch of a wet tongue and lips teasing them and sending a direct current of sexual electricity to the energy center–some interior space that pulsed just behind his cock and pulsed slowly with a growing sense of desire and unfulfillment. This energy started to flow into and through his cock, which starting it to participate, in a twitching sort of motion, in its own awakening. It was as if his cock was aware of the intense pleasure being provided to his nipples and, jealous of them, attempted to match their straining desire towards that source of the deliciously intoxicating wetness above would notice its pleas for similar gifts. Read the rest of this entry »
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Day One
I woke up with a feeling of emptiness between my legs, wishing there was a hand, or lips, or a cock to fill it. I started the day moist, a feeling of intensity in my body, crying out for yours.
I spent the whole day chatting with you through IM and remembering the words you use that get me so aroused. Thinking of the things your hands body could do to make my body need you even more. Wishing you weren’t out of town.
The time went by through the day, and the more I wanted, the more I needed. Moistness turned to wetness. A sexual haze began, staring off into space, imagining everything I wanted to do to you, everything I needed done to me. Read the rest of this entry »
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This is how it started. I’m dressed up for a Saturday night – denim skirt, way too short, and a thin semi-transparent camisole under a gauzy cotton shirt, high boots. I’d left my long red hair loose and curly. The night with my boyfriend had devolved into the usual stupidity. I’d left impulsively – after another fight – determined to get away. It didn’t matter where I was going or what I was wearing. I just drove.
My luck unfolded in a bizarre way. First of all, I get a flat tire in the middle of the desert– of course, my asshole boyfriend had taken my spare and never replaced it. Two men in a van stop to give me a lift… great. Without air-conditioning… not so great. My hair was damp with sweat and I wished that I had something to pull it back with. It’s so hot. The baking kind of heat the desert makes. When the air rushes in through the windows, it dries your eyeballs, but does nothing in the way of cooling you off. Read the rest of this entry »
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I looked down at my watch, 8:30 p.m. and I was sitting in my car in the mall parking lot. There I was, in a place that as a married woman, I had never dared venture before. Things on the home front were not as good as they looked. I had virtually no sex life and my emotional welling being was in total disarray. Therefore, I had taken the matter into my own hands and had a date with a friend of mine.
Eugene and I have been friends for a long time, and he has respected the fact that I was married, up until now. Upfront, we both decided this was going to be a one-time thing aimed at having fun. What harm could dinner and talking do? In the back of my head, I knew what it could do, as I wanted some hot passionate sex. Although we were both were married, neither one was happy or satisfied. Read the rest of this entry »
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I’d had a tough childhood and a torrid time during my teens. I had spent most of my time in depression. I had however had many girlfriends until I was 18. After that point my depression got worse and so meeting new people got more difficult as I didn’t leave the house. So when Jenny came along I had been short of practice.
Jenny was smart, extremely sexy, sweet and very funny girl. We met through a friend and she was always very keen to talk to me. I had no problems talking to girls, I only had problems being motivated to leave my house. One day she took my phone number from our mutual friend and called me. She made up some excuse about wanting to ask me who to pick for her work’s fantasy football league. One thing to another we ended up talking for four hours. The next day we met, we kissed and that as the beginning of our relationship. Read the rest of this entry »
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“This story which you are about to read really happened back in 1973 when my work took me to Maine. I would like to have any feedback about it. Thanks, Ron ”
“What a hell of a way to spend a weekend.” I was telling a cute girl at the bar. “Three hundred miles from home and my car just broke down, the garage can’t get the part till Monday so I’m stuck until then.”
She was a brunette, about 5′6″, wearing shorts and a halter top that could barely hold her nice tits, no bra and her tits bounced as she moved as if trying to bust out to be admired. Read the rest of this entry »
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Tom and Scott arrived back at the lake house around 9:00 am, empty-handed. “Not biting today?” I asked, seeing they had no stringer of fish.
“No, but it sure is a beautiful day! What have you been up to?” Asked Tom.
“Just had a great shower. I think the girls are up,” I said, not wanting to draw any suspicion.
We sat out on the deck, had a hot cup, and enjoyed the morning breeze. The ladies straggled down from upstairs, one at a time. They were all dressed in bikinis, and stated they were headed for the beach. They asked if we would join them. Scott said we’d meet them later that afternoon for drinks. I assumed that he must have plans for us guys. Read the rest of this entry »
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Richard and Brad had been close friends since the 7th grade. They attended the same middle school and high school. They also attended the same college for the first 2 years before Richard transferred to another school. Neither of them were big time jocks in high school. Brad played football one year and was on the golf team a couple of other years. Richard, although quite athletic, did not participate in organized sports. During high school, they played a lot of pick up basketball games in one or the other’s driveway. Their success with females was less than spectacular. Brad had a few girlfriends in high school and college, but Richard was somewhat shy around girls. He had brownish red hair as well as a slightly prominent nose and glasses ( at least after he arrived at college ). He tried contacts once but he couldn’t handle the process of sticking a finger in each eye. While in high school, he also had a moderate to severe case of acne which didn’t place him in any girl’s top ten list. In college, Richard had put on a few pounds so his 36 inch waist didn’t exactly attract the buxom beauties which he so dearly coveted. Although he dated a few girls, his dating life was hit and miss - with a bundle of misses. Read the rest of this entry »
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