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“Oh well, here goes. I haven’t done this before, so I’ll give it my best shot, as they say. ”

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She knew the instant he walked in the door of the hotel bar instinctively. The hair on the back of her neck began to tingle, & although she desperately wanted to, she refused to turn to look at him. They had arranged it like this. Neither of them knew what the other looked like in person, although they had spoken many many times about this. She knew she looked good. Sexy. Sensual. Provocative. She had bought the dress she was wearing specifically for this, & had chosen with care. True, she was a confident business woman, with a very profitable business left in the hands of her very capable assistant, but at this moment she felt very nervous. Continue reading »

*Scene One*

I ring the doorbell. You must be upstairs, I think as I wait. You know it’s me. You’re expecting me. I try the knob and then enter through the door you have left unlocked. I walk slowly up the stairs and into the bedroom. You’re sitting on the bed, but dressed; watching something on TV.

“Hi,” I say with a smile as I walk over to the bed and bend to kiss you. “Please turn off the TV.”

You look up surprised, but comply.

“Now bring your office chair over here in the middle of the room.” Continue reading »

“Edited by Keat and SimonBrooke”

*Chapter 2 — The perfect place for fellatio*

Steadying herself with one hand on the back of the bus seat, Samantha stood for a brief moment, eying us off. She tossed her head and gave a little laugh.

“I see you two are getting to know each other. That so, Matt-boy?”

She kissed the tips of her fingers and reached across to him, depositing the kiss on the top of his head. My vision was temporarily blocked by the swish of her full breast as it brushed my cheek. All I could do was take it in my stride, go with the flow. Continue reading »

“Prologue:

This is the continuing sexual odyssey of Jessica, a woman in her early forties with a turbo-charged libido. To fully appreciate her character, I would encourage you to read the previous chapters (in particular, chapters 2 and 3).

If you chose not to read chapter 3, this quick summary will bring you up to where this chapter begins. Jessica seduced younger man (twenty years her junior) who has come to town in search of his birth mother. To her delight, Jessica has discovered him to have an amazingly long and skillful tongue. She has also noticed that he is potentially well endowed…yet due to his in innocence and lack of experience with women, he cannot seem to achieve or maintain an erection. Continue reading »

“Now what?” I had murmured into his neck, kissing that delicate little spot where his neck meets his shoulder, just above the collar of his t-shirt. I would have kept kissing his warm skin, maybe nibbling and licking a little too, but lingering in traffic at an airport terminal comes suspiciously close to terrorist activity, so I stepped out of his arms and gathered my bags.

It took me a minute to realize those ‘umm’s’ I was hearing meant he was trying to come up with an answer to the ‘now what?’ It would have been interesting if he had, actually, but I hadn’t been asking. Continue reading »

It all began with a small, unobtrusive advertisement in the “Personal’ section of a local newspaper - “”Are you a woman who enjoys most aspects of female to male intimacy but can get much of her sexual satisfaction just from being the one in control?’” - then finished abruptly with merely an email address.

It was so spare, and even when I read it a second time, so lacking in any really useful information that my curiosity was aroused. My first thought was that it probably carried some kind coded message for either S&M or B&D aficionados. But there were several of those included in that section of the paper and they were all quite explicit, so why would this advertiser need to be so bashful? I read it again - but no, there were still no obvious clues so my interest went up another notch - perhaps I should explain why. Continue reading »

When I met Julie in college, I never imagined that she would fall as hard for me as I had fallen for her. Julie’s enthusiasm for life infected everyone around her, and I counted myself lucky to be in her close circle of friends during our first few years of college. During that time, it was all I could do to hide my undying crush on her. It didn’t help that she was gorgeous: a tall, slender brunette with a knock-out set of curves and a beautiful, vibrant face. When my yearning for her finally won out over my better judgment one night in her dorm room junior year, I was shocked to find her lips welcoming me. I took myself to be a reasonably attractive, well-built guy, but I was convinced that Julie was out of my league. That night, however, was the beginning of a steamy, college romance. Continue reading »

*Part II. Sex on the Beach.*

Sandra moved her hand slowly down through the waist bend and very smoothly started feeling my cock and my balls, trying to get a good idea of what is available. Her hand moved very slowly checking the length, the grit as also the weight of my balls, sending new sensations through the hot blood boiling in my phallic veins. The feeling was great, one ball at a time and then my cock, her hand moving up and down very slowly, pumping my hardness.

‘Gogh Sam, you’re big!’ Sandra exclaimed. Continue reading »

In the guest bedroom, Marlissa and I took quick showers and fell into bed, still exhausted by the game-turned-foursome with Jody and Kyle. I was in my flannel shorts and Marlissa was in her panties and one of my large T-shirts. I was stretched out on my back and Marlissa was snuggled up against me, her head on my chest, her left arm across my stomach, and her left leg lying across my thighs.

“I”m still stunned by what we did tonight, Ian,” she said.

“Are you okay,” I asked, a little worried. Continue reading »

Jamie watched her from the far side of the vegetable aisle, risking the occasional glance from behind the safety of the beefsteak tomatoes. Long, skinny fingers – devoid of rings of any kind - handled ripe cantaloupes, squeezing them and testing them for ripeness. Her eyes were hidden behind oversized sunglasses, the kind one would only see on supermodels and state troopers, and Jamie couldn’t be sure of exactly which direction the woman’s eyes were directed.

She was tall, probably close to six feet, with long, baby blonde hair that looked at once both perfect and casual. Enormous golden hoop earrings peeked through the strands of her hair, complementing the light golden tan of her skin. She was wearing a tight pink shirt, with sleeves that only went three-quarters of the way down her arms, matching the three-quarters length of torso it covered – leaving her pierced belly button exposed. Her short floral skirt - white with pink and red daisies – sat low on her hips, leaving four or five inches of her perfect body exposed. A hint of her panties sat exposed atop the left waistband, a whisper of pink lace rewarding anyone who dared to look. Continue reading »