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Mike Robertson woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, and rubbed his eyes. He was slightly tumescent, as he in his half-awake and half-asleep state found himself thinking of Siobhan, and the evening that they had spent together.

After their nap, they had looked at each other. “What now?” Mike had asked. Siobhan had pulled the sheet up to her chin, and looked away. “Whatever must you think of me? Throwing myself at you like that?” Mike had stroked her shoulder, “Hey. Don’t take on. You didn’t throw yourself at me. We both needed this, we both enjoyed it. I don’t think any the less of you; in fact, I think the more of you. The question is, where do we go from here?” Continue reading »

As far back as I could remember, I had never been interested in having sex. Don’t me wrong – I’ve always been VERY interested in sex itself, but the actual act of “having sex” with someone always left me unfulfilled. I’d had quite a few partners, but none of them had ever fully satisfied me the way I could satisfy myself. My lovers were mainly guys I knew at school who were only interested in cumming as fast as possible. Typically, they had little regard for my own orgasm and a few of the less considerate ones even ventured to blame my orgasm problem on me – never realizing how quickly (or how often) I could cum when left to my own devices. Because of that, I stayed single, only accepting dates to have the occasional fling whenever I wanted a break from my own masturbation. Some people probably thought I was a slut, but I just thought of myself as practical. Continue reading »

To open one’s eye is much like turning on a light, you go from a dim view to one where everything makes sense, and that realization often shakes us to our core. Much like, how could I have not seen it before.

That is exactly how I found myself looking at James. He was someone I knew from work, a rather cute man, who always flirted with all of the girls. James is quite tall, and of course a very warm man. He always appears rather open, but I myself believe he keeps much hidden inside him. Perhaps he keeps all his secrets locked away so deeply that he himself isn’t sure anymore what they are. Continue reading »

The activities in the following story of Diane, Rick, or maybe Ralph, and Nick told here do not always happen at universities in the State of Florida. At times, during spring break, it can be much worse.

Once, in what was undoubtedly the largest Western Civilizations class in the largest auditorium at the University of Florida, a second cousin of mine from Tampa asked me to save her a seat in the back where I sat, because she would be late. When the lights dimmed for the graduate assistant to show his slides of the monuments in Paris, to show her gratitude she gave me one of the best blowjobs I ever had. She is, and has always been, my favorite cousin. Continue reading »

*The Bridge of Thighs: Naked and Voluptuous in Venice*

“by

Buck_Maelstrom, M.D.

and

Miss Manners with a Whip”

Mia glanced down her shapely legs at her espresso kid leather t-straps with three-inch heels and wondered if they were the most practical choice for wandering through the streets of Venice. With delicate steps, she traversed the uneven stones of Campo Santa Margherita and made her way toward St. Mark’s Square. Because of the season, the corners were empty of gelaterias and a spindrift haze made the air glow with a luminous mist. And at night, the Rialto Bridge arched over cold dark water illuminated with wavering globes of reflected light. Everywhere she looked, Venice was a glittering feast. Continue reading »

She went about her normal routine of getting ready for bed in the usual manner after getting home from a hard days work for the temp agency. As she threw her purse on the counter, she didn’t know why, but she thought she was a little more tired tonight than normal. Preparing to take a shower had become routine also. Taking off her jacket first, then her skirt, blouse, bra and panties. She never bothered with panty hose, in the office they always got “snagged” or in some other way got ruined. She looked herself over in the mirror next to the valet she had neatly placed her jacket on. Not too shabby for a woman in her mid 30’s, she thought. Even though she was slightly “rounder” than other women, she was still attractive enough to turn the head of that “cute” security guard at the entrance to the building she was currently working. She thought she caught him looking at her size 38DD breasts with a little more than passing interest a few times. Continue reading »

As soon as they arrived at Mark’s apartment, Jada asked, “Which floor?”

“Third,” he told her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at his utter lack of self-control. God, did he want her…

She ran ahead of him and began climbing the stairs slowly, sticking out her ass and swinging her hips with every step. “Oh, god,” Mark muttered under his breath as he glanced up and got a full view of Jada’s wet and very, very virgin pussy. He tried to walk at an angle that would conceal his erection, but it was impossible. They just came so fast with this girl. Continue reading »

This is what we are going to do one night when I get back.

We will have a family day and take the kids out and have some fun. Maybe we’ll go to the batting cages or go swimming or something else. When we get back we shower and wait for the baby sitter to arrive. When the baby sitter arrives we tell the kids to behave themselves and give the baby sitter instructions to have all the kids in bed at 2130.

We start our date off by going to the mall and just walking around and taking our time without kids. We walk hands and joking around with each other. By the time we leave the mall it is 1800 and we are hungry. We head to the restaurant, either Ruby Tuesday’s or the Japanese Steak House, since this is your “treat” night you can chose. Once we arrive at the restaurant we order drinks, since you are the guest of honor I drink soda and you order a strawberry daiquiri. Your drink arrives and we order our food, while we wait to eat we engage in our natural banter that we usually have been doing over the computer. We talk about all kinds of things, from the kid’s schools to sex. Soon we start eating and we order you another drink. Continue reading »

‘Dammit,’ she thought. He had left the bathroom door open again while he was in there. Now, she loved him and all, but she had no interest in seeing him in the bathroom. She grabbed the basket of clothes from the counter and headed for the bedroom to put them away. Doing this took her past the bathroom door. She didn’t think anything about it until she heard soft grunting noises from inside.

She was a little worried about him. He had been in there for a few minutes and now he was making funny noises. She looked at the clock; it was seven forty-five and then needed to leave for work soon. She didn’t want to, but she felt like she needed to check on him. She set down the basket and braced herself, in case anything was wrong. She poked her left eye and her nose around the edge of the door to see what was going on. Continue reading »

“This was an odd email,” thought Luke. “The PR gal from his previous company? What could she possibly want?”

“”Hi Luke, I hope that everything is going well with your new company. Mr. President! Your own agency! Manhattan! Wow. We knew that you were destined for greatness here and we”re all sorry we couldn”t hold onto you. And by the way, see below for someone who is trying to reach you. Let me know if I can send her your new email address.”

Bye, Cindy.”

In the unique reverse chronology of email replies and forwarding, Luke read the chain of events that led to this email from Cindy, backward from his former secretary, his old boss, and from a marketing assistant. Continue reading »