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I sat at the very back of the sparsely peopled lecture theatre, high up, my long legs forced apart by the narrow gap between one row of seats and the next. The lecturer started, his low mellifluous tones warmly bathing the room. I closed my eyes and leaned back enjoying that slow, sexy voice and ignoring the content it was delivering. I was drifting into a daze when there was a thump on the desk next to mine.

A young man - a very young man - sat down on the seat next to mine. The noise had been his bag landing on the desk. He was handsome, in a boyish kind of way. His skin was unbelievably smooth - it looked like he had never needed to shave - and long, dark eyelashes protected his puppyish eyes. His nose and mouth were delicate, with the last a delicate rose shade. He looked at me apologetically and gave a brisk, nervous smile that revealed teeth that looked brand new. His body was willowy, and if it hadn’t been for the small bulge on the front of his jeans, he might have been mistaken for a flat-chested girl. Continue reading »

You slam the door as you leave. Your flight is leaving in two hours and there is no time for final words. Our argument has been brief and fiery, like our relationship. After my anger leaves me, I wonder what might happen when you return the next day. What did I want to have happen?

Being the dead of winter in the Northeast, there is not much opportunity for outdoor activity, so I spend the first day of the first hours glad to be rid of you. I start a long hot shower and let the steam fill the bathroom. After washing my short auburn hair, I sit on the little bench and let the water pound my body. Warmed first, then hot I find my fingers between my legs, stroking myself. I hadn’t realized… Continue reading »

*I. Death Comes to Blue Oaks*

Cold, hard eyes, eyes the color of cooling coals, looked down the barrel and through the sight of the carefully balanced rifle. The eyes locked onto the over-alled man with sandy blonde hair and a stupid grin: Lauren Starr’s target.

Her heart skipped a beat, but Starr’s face betrayed no emotion. As far as she was concerned, her emotions were as dead as her parents, six feet deep in a lonely Tennessee cemetery. And the man on the business end of her rifle was partly to blame. Continue reading »

“This submission completely stands on its own, but if you want to read the other events of the weekend visit, you can find “Wild Weekend” in the group category and “Wild Weekend: Interlude” in the lesbian category.”

Jody left the room, and I jumped into the shower, cleaning off the sticky juices from between my legs and washing away the thin sheen of sweat I had worked up during the steamy encounter with Jody. As the water sluiced over my body, I thought about the turn the weekend had taken. Continue reading »

My wife Amy and I have been married for almost 4 years. During this time, our sex life has been absolutely sizzling. We have enjoyed oral sex, anal sex, adult movies, role playing, bondage as well as a wide assortment of sex toys. We are both in our late twenties, but Amy does not look a day over 24. We do the wild thing about 4 or 5 times per week. As great as it has been, we both wanted to take our sex life to the next level. Although we now live in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, we are both originally from the Southeast. Amy was and still is a drop dead gorgeous Florida girl while I was raised in Louisiana. Continue reading »

I reluctantly pulled away from Maryann early the next morning, needing to use the bathroom. I grabbed my clothes and took them to the bathroom with me, slipping into them once I was finished. Instead of going back to bed and disturbing Maryann, I headed downstairs and put on a pot of coffee. It wasn’t long before the smell of fresh coffee permeated the large farmhouse and brought more people down to the kitchen and dining area. We had a lot to get done that day but before anyone got started, I wanted to have a word while we were all still together. Continue reading »

It was hard to believe that it was just 8 months ago that The Chair first went on the market. And it became almost an overnight success (as far as sex toys go). Construction had just been completed on their new 10,000 square foot home. Although it would not be considered a modest house, it could not quite be declared extravagant.

The two of them had worked with an architect on the design of their dream home. Being an electrical engineer, he had specified, and helped design, a complete home automation system that would link all systems throughout the house. They can control the whole house lighting from any computer. They can also automate the filling or heating of the Jacuzzi or hot tub, the starting of the coffeemaker, etc. Audio and/or video can also be routed throughout the house. Continue reading »

“AUTHORS NOTE: As with some of my stories, this submission is not intended to portray any character under the age of 18. However, I have deliberately omitted detailed descriptions, references to the age of each character in the story so that you can use your imagination to insert the respective persons, ages and physical attributes of your choice. ”

Everyone remembers their first sexual experience with a guy growing up. My first time with a guy was when I was fairly young. Although he was my cousin, I really don’t consider that to have been incest. Isn’t that with your immediate family? Any ways, I want to tell you about my first sexual experience with another girl. Continue reading »

“[This story is a stand alone read, but it is part three of a trilogy. This story is also an unadulterated attempt to tickle male fantasies, and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]”

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I hope you remember me, Patty Jenkins, freshman softball player at State University. I sat on the bench until I hit the winning two run homer in the last inning with two outs and a count of three balls and two strikes. This was at the end of only my second freshman game as a last minute, pinch hitter. The nine first stringers “baptized” me as an official Puma team member in a memorable way in the showers after that game. Then, on my way out of the gym to go home, Coach O’Leary offered me a proposition I couldn’t refuse. Continue reading »

A lazy sunny Sunday in July, out in the beyond, the middle of nowhere, the middle of Iowa actually. Peggy Sanford and I saw a tumbled down house, a wood frame ruin flaunting its lack of paint, filled with shattered windows and fronted by a seriously sagging, broken down porch. Abandoned, surrounded by out of control weeds, large bald spots of ground surrounded by a few tufts of hardy grass, it looked to be a farmer’s place gone bust, a repository of some family’s memories and not much more.

Actually, I saw the place while driving the rental car, a yellow Mustang convertible, its white top down. Peggy, her face buried in my lap, sucking my cock; saw nothing but the fabric of my Chinos, the open yawning in the front of my pants. Continue reading »