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A Day Out In The Sun (21 November 2008)

June was working today, but I had a holiday and as it was nice and hot I thought I'd go and do a bit of sunbathing up by the reservoir. I set off about ten in the morning, and took a rucksack, with all I thought I might need for a day out - some water, a blanket, sun tan lotion, a camera and a porn magazine!

I parked up in shady spot, but then had to walk a short way, over the motorway bridge, to get to the old car park. This had been blocked off to cars, but you can still walk through, and there is a wooded area off to the right, and then past that an area of open fields where you can sunbathe, well away from the road. By the time I got there it was 10:30 and very hot.

I always like to have a walk through the wooded bit, to see if there is any action, although there was probably no one there at this time. It was nice and cool under the trees, and as usual I was really horny, so I decided to take off my shorts and t-shirt. The cool breeze felt great around my cock and balls and soon I had a nice hard on. There was nobody else in the wood, but there was plenty of evidence of recent action - used tissues, scraps of porno mags and I stopped to look at one well thumbed mag which someone had left lodged in the branches of a tree. The pictures were fairly tame - a Fiesta I think, but there were some good stocking shots, and I sat astride a small tree trunk and started to toss myself off as I looked at the pages. The cool bark of the tree felt really great on my arse and it was just a shame that there was no one else to join me!

A Day On The Beach (19 November 2008)

The weather was beautiful, blue skies and sunshine. There I was lying back on my sun bed at 8 in the morning, dreamily passing away the day. I was dozing off when I heard my name being called "Kevin, are you awake"…It was John the next-door neighbour. "Hi, John, what's up."

"Fancy going to the beach today with me and Ami" said John. "I have a case of beer and food all packed, what do you say?" Now a case of cold beer down at the beach was too tempting. "Sure, give me 5 minutes and I will be with you."

The journey was only about an hour or so and when we arrived the beach was almost deserted. Being a weekday it was ideal, no kids or busy crowds. We picked our spot and settled down for a relaxing day.

John and Ami were good neighbours who were never intrusive. John was your average guy, who I shared a few beers with now and then, but I never went out of my way to become best mates, it was how I liked it. Ami, now she was cute, small in stature but a great personality. She was very easy to get along with and always made me feel welcome since the day I arrived in the neighbourhood, just over a year ago. I never looked at her in a sexual way, mainly because she was a friend. Don't get me wrong, when I first set eyes on her, I looked her up and down and thought she had a great body and that I wouldn't mind fucking her. But I do that with most women I meet for the first time. Something most men do, if they are honest.

We lay out the bath towels on top of the warm sand and began to cover our bodies with sun cream. This was when I noticed Ami in a different light. She had the tiniest bikini on. Her breasts were small, and the bikini scarcely covered them. The bottom half of the bikini was cut so small it just covered her pussy and no more. If I looked any longer I'm sure John would have put one on my chin.

A Day Off Work (17 November 2008)

I guess I had known for some time really. Furtive telephone conversations that I was told were wrong numbers when I enquired; a hint of new perfume; sexier clothes and more carefully applied make-up. All the tell-tale signs that my wife was having an affair had been there for a long time. But who could really blame her? At twenty-eight years old, Susan was almost twenty years younger than me. I have always been well aware that it was not my looks or sex drive that she married me for, but more the attraction of the healthy state of my bank balance.

But my latest hint was more blatant - they she had been seen!

A friend who was aware of my crowing concerns regarding my wife's likely infidelity had informed me that he had seen Susan drinking in a bar with another man - apparently much younger than me. My friend explained that he had watched the pair for nearly an hour as they canoodled in a quiet corner.

"They couldn't keep they hands off each other." My friend explained reluctantly. "Sorry to have to tell you, Mike, but I thought that you should know."

I had to think what to do. I knew that if I confronted Susan she would only deny the whole thing and, without any real evidence, I couldn't prove anything. Eventually I realised what I had to do - I had to catch her "in the act".

It took a few days to get things sorted out and, working for a security company helped a lot - I was able to borrow all the hi-tech surveillance equipment that I needed for my operation. I planted micro-cameras all over the house and linked them up to a monitor in my private den at the back of the house. This room was mine and mine alone. I knew that nobody else would ever enter.

A Day of Sex (15 November 2008)

My girlfriend and I have been together for many years and enjoy our sex life. Although my wife is not crazy about sex she does enjoy it and is open to a few different things.

We decided to get away for a few days so stopped in a hotel near to the sea. The day after our travelling we decided to walk around and take in the sights. Our walking in the heat made us work up a thirst so we stopped off in a bar for a drink and this is where our fun began.

It was fairly warm so Rachael was wearing a short skirt, flip flops and a loose fitting top. She looked sexy most of the time but today she looked better than ever.

We were sitting opposite each other in a quiet corner of a fairly busy bar. Nobody was facing us and we were fairly secluded so I lent over and kissed her, our mouths met and our tongues intertwined. I slowly teased her mouth and lips with my tongue as she let out a little moan. She always loves a good kiss and it often gets her very horny. I had hoped this wouldn't be an exception.

'What was that for?' Rachael asked with a smile.

'Just wanted a kiss.' I replied, not wanting to tell her what I was really trying to do.

I then felt Rachael's foot slide up the inside of my leg and then back down again. My heart skipped a beat.

'What was that for?' I asked repeating her earlier question.

'You knew kissing me like that would turn me on. Now you've started it you have got to finish it.' She replied.

A Day of Public Fun (13 November 2008)

About 25 years ago, my ex and I had a full day of public action. It started out with myself, her and a friend of ours going to the beach. We always went to the far end where nudity was allowed, but our friend didn't know this.

We had played strip poker with him and his ex-wife before but had never been in a public situation with him and this was his first time alone with us since his divorce.

We had a cooler full of beer and my ex and I had already planned on us getting naked but we wanted to wait till our friend's inhibitions were let down some. We started playing with a Frisbee Keep Away and as planned, I "accidentally" grabbed onto the back of my ex's bathing suit top and it ended up in my hand. Her nice 34C's came jiggling on out and she stayed topless for the rest of the game.

After that, we went for a swim and when we came out of the water, she wanted suntan oil put on her. I made an excuse of having to go back into the water which left our friend to put the suntan oil on her. She told him she was thinking of getting an all over tan, so off came the bottoms too. He got all nervous as I came up from the water and I told him to go ahead, finish putting the oil on her. After she was totally naked, the two of us got naked and had her put the suntan oil on us.

It was the first time I had ever seen her touch another man's dick and he shot his wad with the first stroke of her hand with the warm suntan oil on it. Then it was my turned to get oiled and I don't think I did much better.

A Day of Fishing (11 November 2008)

One morning my lover and I rented an aluminum boat with an 8-horse power engine to go fishing for the day. We were out on the lake by about 7:00 am. We fished for a few hours with little luck. We decided to troll through some unknown territory and proceeded to steer the boat into this long, narrow canal. It was quite serene looking. I'd say the canal was only about 40 ft. wide surrounded by a thick forest. By now the sun was directly overhead and it was getting fairly hot. I took off my halter-top and felt much cooler in my string bikini. As we were slowing trolling along, I looked back to see a fish jump and heard the motor turn off. I looked at him and asked him what was wrong. "Absolutely, nothings wrong."

He moved towards me with a peculiar grin. He came over to me and whispered in my ear how sexy he thought I was. He kissed me gently. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, moved my hair to the side and started massaging the lotion on my back. It felt so relaxing. I tipped my head down and noticed a huge bulge in his shorts. I looked around to see if there were other boaters in the area. Feeling his strong hands lotion me up and at the same time staring down at his hard-on turned me on. We were in the middle of the boat and I proceeded to remove his shorts. His dick stood higher than I'd ever seen, maybe because of the fresh outdoor air.
Anyway I didn't have a care in this world. I stared at my lover's outdoor stiff dick, looked around me and proceeded to caress his gorgeous cock. My mouth edged closer and soon I was running my tongue up the shaft of his cock. It was quite a unique experience because it was so out in the open and the sensation of sucking cock in a warm breeze thoroughly aroused me. With the tips of my fingers and the light touch of my manicured nails running up and down the length of him, I sucked the head of his cock. He enjoyed watching me suck on him. Staring intently at my mouth through glazed eyes, as he moved himself slowly in and out of my tightly closed lips.

It was so quiet in this canal; I could have sworn the fishermen across the bay could hear me. He broke the silence with the occasional groan. He told me to suck his balls and lifted up his cock. I gladly accepted his balls into my soft warm mouth. I looked up and watched him stroke himself. I could feel my bikini bottoms dampen and stick against the lips of my shaven pussy. He ended up placing his hands on my shoulders. He said he was too close to coming and that he wanted to fuck me.

I carefully stood up in the boat, untied my bikini top, and let it fall. I placed my finger in my mouth, and pretended to deep throat it as he watched on. I slid my fingers down and circled my erect nipples. He bent forward and unzipped my jean shorts. He pulled them down exposing my thong bikini. His hands grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks apart. My thong bikini was immediately sucked in between my cheeks. He continued massaging my ass until I decided it was time to fuck and I stripped them off. He told me to bend forward. I looked around for any fisherman's voyeuristic eyes.

Thank goodness I didn't see anyone, I was feeling so hot and horny, I probably would have let them watch. I bent forward, grabbing the boats front seat for support. He slid a finger into my dripping pussy. I squirmed and found it difficult to stand still as he finger fucked me. I told him how badly I wanted his huge cock in me. As soon as I felt his thick cock enter me, I pushed my body back to meet his.

One morning my lover and I rented an aluminum boat with an 8-horse power engine to go fishing for the day. We were out on the lake by about 7:00 am. We fished for a few hours with little luck. We decided to troll through some unknown territory and proceeded to steer the boat into this long, narrow canal. It was quite serene looking. I'd say the canal was only about 40 ft. wide surrounded by a thick forest. By now the sun was directly overhead and it was getting fairly hot. I took off my halter-top and felt much cooler in my string bikini. As we were slowing trolling along, I looked back to see a fish jump and heard the motor turn off. I looked at him and asked him what was wrong. "Absolutely, nothings wrong."

He moved towards me with a peculiar grin. He came over to me and whispered in my ear how sexy he thought I was. He kissed me gently. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, moved my hair to the side and started massaging the lotion on my back. It felt so relaxing. I tipped my head down and noticed a huge bulge in his shorts. I looked around to see if there were other boaters in the area. Feeling his strong hands lotion me up and at the same time staring down at his hard-on turned me on. We were in the middle of the boat and I proceeded to remove his shorts. His dick stood higher than I'd ever seen, maybe because of the fresh outdoor air.

a case for more beer (24 October 2008)

A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members.

Vacation in Corsica (20 October 2008)

It had been 5 years since we got married and I decided to mark this occasion on summer vacation somewhere on the South! I just turned 30 that summer and it was like some anniversary for me and my wife Evie. We left for Corsica without taking some pass, just free drive, and with no stops at some expensive hotels, enjoying the fresh weather of this island and good specific temper of locals. We thought that going that way will offer us more opportunities to see many sites of interest and different places of this land, the great military general of the world. Summer heat, Mediterranean, beaches, hills covered in green and various beauty spots, rivers and lakes, flowing down and, of course, frequent daily sex, may be because of this exotic environment. Famous for its independent spirit, rugged beauty, and olive oil, wine and citrus fruit, Corsica was the birthplace of Napoleon Bonaparte. Its major industry is tourism, with many visitors arriving by ferry. A bit more of its history: Corsica, a region of France, was ruled over the centuries by the Carthaginians, Romans, Vandals, Goths and Saracens. It was eventually sold to France by the Genoese. Ajaccio is the capital of the department of Corse-du-Sud and the region of Corsica. It is also a seaport on the island’s west coast. Both the city hall and Napoleon’s birthplace, Maison Bonaparte, are museums. Two miles north of Ajaccio is the town’s original Roman site of Ajax. The Genoese moved the town to its present site in 1492. In 1811, Ajaccio became the capital of the department of Liamone. The department was divided into the departments of Corse-du-Sud and Haute-Corse in 1976. Ajaccio then became the capital of Corse-du-Sud. Ajaccio’s main industry is tourism. There is also some light industry and shipping. It is the seat of a prefect and a bishopric. In WWI Ajaccio served as an allied naval base. In 1943 it was the first Corsican town to revolt against Fascist occupation during World War II.
There, at Ajaccio’s auto station we met one wonderful woman, who offered us one nice room for rent. It included a brand-new designed shower and a bathroom, as well as the separate bathroom unit. When we arrived she introduced us to her husband Angee, who was dealing with fishing. My wife impressed him so much that he literally devoured her with his eyes. She liked his attention very much, at least it seemed that way. After a short talk we went on the beach.

Horny wife (18 October 2008)

I am still thinking of that day! We have been married for 7 years, I am 34 she is 30. I still love her. Petite beautiful blonde, sexy and horny, nice tight ass and perfect body – this is all her! Her ass is like some candy attracting eyes of men passing by. My wife knew that and always tried to emphasize it. As a result, shows of affection and a jealousy of mine. I had my own back in sex, setting her in dog style and fucking her hard that way, slapping her ass at the same time. She loves it; she turns on when I show much aggression and male’s wild energy. She also loves to be peeped at the moment getting fucked. Generally, when we first met, I fucked her the same day, sex couldn’t give her much pleasure and satisfaction, and her first orgasm came after 5 months of our sex life. After she was pregnant she like burst out, she had orgasms 3 – 4times per one bang and that was not enough for her, preferring missionary and ride positions rather dog style.
Thus, I knew she never cheated on me, I trusted her though couldn’t resist my jealousy. When summer came I sent her to see her parents in Denver, she used to spend much time at her parents. The city was far, on a long distance, so I saw her seldom. Once, having missed my wife too much, and missing her nice ass I prepared for a journey, my car was on repair, so I borrowed my friend’s black BMW. After 8 hour way I was on the place. Passing by some night club (it was already getting dark) I suddenly saw my wife with some guys, I didn’t know them, my wife was wearing some top and short skirt, she seemed to be going away but they won’t let he go. I stopped on the opposite side of the road and began waiting. After that they put her in a car and moved away. I followed them. On the way they stopped at some shop and one of those guy bought some drinks. After a 15 minute drive they stopped by some lonely desolate house on the city outskirt. None came out. I couldn’t see well, but it seemed to me that the car was swaying!

$200 Bucks It Is... (14 October 2008)

A guy goes over to his friend's house, rings the bell, and the wife answers.
" Hi, is Tony home?"
" No, he went to the store."
"Well, you mind if I wait?"
" No, come in."
They sit down and the friend says "You know Nora, you have the greatest breasts I have ever seen. I'd give you a hundred bucks if I could just see one."

Netscape Technical Support Folly (10 October 2008)

Tech: Internet Technical Support this is so-and-so speaking. May I have your username please?
Female Customer: Yes I want to speak to the person in charge immediately!
Tech: Speaking. What can I do for you?
Female Customer: I want to complain about the pornographic bookmarks your company put in my web browser!

Making love right in the compartment (30 September 2008)

We visited Dublin at weekend; we were in New Year holiday, so we had to stick up on some presents as well as wanted to take some walk about the city. I took 2 tickets on a night train (I hate men snoring!) and one frosty nice winter evening we went on this pleasant journey. After a late dinner at the restaurant-car, enjoying the trip we returned back to our compartment, having got some Indian Tea in some old metal glass holders.
It was hot and stuffy in our car; my darling first took her blue sweater off, revealing her wonderful tits in a white bra to my admiring eyes. I thought that this bra must have been very lucky to caress this boobs for hundreds times while it had no tongue or eyes to enjoy it properly.
- Join me and help me doing this crossword! My darling asked: do something instead of just walking back and forth.
I cuddled up to her and began helping her with that job, the train pace let out measured rumbled of wheels. Though we were busy with puzzling that shit it could not stop me stroking my honey, my fingers searched every inch of her body, my tongue caressed her ear lap, deepening inside. My lips helped my tongue rub there all over… She said that she was so tense in her neck and shoulders, so I told her to turn her back to me, and started to give her a rubdown, very tenderly, outside the clothes. She soon began low moaning and commenting about my great hands. I told her if she’d lay down on the bed I could do her whole back.
I proceeded, her face down on the bed, to massage her still staying outside her clothes, but soon pushed up her bra and gently ran my fingers up and down her back. Her “ooohs” and “ahhs” gave me my cue, and I reached around her waist, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them off and started to massage her legs, her top still on, she was still face down.

Always knock, before you enter! (28 September 2008)

It was a usual working day. I was sitting in my office and playing some on-line game. Suddenly a colleague of mine came up to me, saying she needed to print about twenty pages, but couldn’t find the paper neither in printer, nor in the copier, not anywhere else. She asked me to fetch some.
OK, I decided to be a real gentleman and help the lady. I went to the other story, I knew that in the boss’s office there was always some “just in case” paper. I came into the office, the secretary wasn’t there. It was very silent there, safe for certain sounds coming from the closed doors.
I half opened the door (which they forgot to close) and saw such an amazing picture – our boss was fucking Samantha. The funny thing here is that she hadn’t slept with him for two years! Guess, she fucked up somewhat seriously, and just had to work it out this way…
I saw it hurt her; the boss was ramming her hard, getting his dick inside her up to the balls. Poor thing, she tried to sort of sneak out of him, but he turned her around and continued drilling her even harder, holding her butt with his hands. I guess it was his third or fourth cumming in the row, so it wasn’t that easy to be fast, well, you know what I mean. As for Samantha, all she apparently wanted was to get off that fucking stem and be left along.
Seemed the boss was tired of her pussy. He set it free. Getting on his tiptoes, he began entering her virgin asshole. Samantha, realizing he was gonna tear it apart, began to creep away from him. She was violently punished for that. He entered her at full length. I saw tears in her eyes. These tears were obviously of no importance for boss. Looked, he was gonna cum at least five more times before having enough of her. He kept the puss-fucking tempo. The girl was sort of out of reality, she didn’t react anymore.

You can hear someone fucking… (26 September 2008)

Rob was lying, staring at the darkness. His sweat body didn’t move as if being afraid to interfere with the mixture of sounds that didn’t let him fall asleep that night. He was all ears, he was listening to every moan, every sigh and every squeak, to every sound of the whisper.
Rob knew what those sounds meant. A man and a woman were making love behind the thin wall. Rob’s hands moved down to his rocky hard dick, trembling with desire. The sounds were getting more and more distinct. The woman’s moaning could no longer muffle the man’s groaning. She was crying, now and then her cry turned into whining. The man apparently had accelerated the tempo, he was breathing more heavily. Soon the stream of sounds was flowing non-stop.
Rob’s hands were moving in accordance with that tempo too. He imagined the woman’s slender legs cupping her lover’s body. He imagined her hair, drops of perspiration on her high forehead, her bright long nails, sticking into the man’s back and shoulders. He imagined parted lips of her mouth, gulping for air. Rob realized he was on the verge of cumming. Seemed he could look through that thin wall, he felt like being a part of that room, of that sex. A warm fountain erupted in the darkness, Rob lost the sense of space for a moment. His semen was shining in the dim light. It was flowing down his hands on the hips. He was unable to move. All his senses left him but one – his hearing.
Sounds behind the wall became less clear, less loud. The couple was definitely tired. He couldn’t hear cries, or moaning. All he heard was silent purr of the woman – she was falling sleep. In a minute he was sleeping too.

A man goes on vacation is Sardinia (24 September 2008)

I needed to spend my time and go on vacation somewhere. There were lots of various interesting places around the world, lots of sites of our incredible earth to go, beautiful scenic spots all over. I loved Italy. I really enjoyed and was fond of that enigmatic ancient Mediterranean and Adriatic mystery and charm it inspired. I loved hot Italian chicks and I knew that in Rome, for example, I would find lots of pieces of interest and historical sightseeings. Coliseum, arches, ruins of forums and squares. But instead I preferred Sardinia. You know, Sardinia is a land of many hidden beauties. Away from the usual tourist hotspots lies a side of Sardinia that is usually missed by the average visitor to the island. Some of the world’s most ancient archaeological sites are present in Sardinia such as the various Nuraghe that can be found scattered across the island. A number of Grotto’s and other places of natural beauty are also visible across the island.
The hotels on the island of Sardinia have a special character. Nowhere else in Europe could I find so many exclusive vacation hotels that satisfy even the highest design demands and are built and run with a great love for detail. When I landed in Cagliary, a capital and main city of Sardinia, I hired a taxi and moved to Pula, a small sea town on the southern shore of the island. It took me more than an hour to get there. I was graced with remarkable view of coastal zone of Sardinia, very beautiful scenery of sea, green plains and rocky picturesque shores meeting warm waters of Gulf of Cagliary. On the place I checked in a hotel with a very vivid name Is Morus Relais! It was an unspoiled oasis of 7 hectare Natural Park that slopes down to the sea creating a wonderful background to the private beach. This hotel fits in harmoniously with the surrounding scenery with the typical geometry of Mediterranean architecture of the main structure, the 18 villas that spread out among the Laurels, Myrtles, Junipers and Pine trees.

This guy gets married… (22 September 2008)

I was married 3 times. Now I’m single. If you are interested I can tell you the reason.
My first wife loved me much. And that was the main reason to marry me. But probably together with the love feeling she was sure that I belonged to her. She was sure that she was the only one woman who had rights for my fondling and sex.
She was pretty active in sex – she wanted it as often as possible and as long as it was possible too. She felt when I was unfaithful to her.
She was like from the anecdote:
A wife came back from the agricultural exhibition and was telling her husband “- there was a studhorse! It was awesome! At first one mare was brought to him. And it serviced the horse. Then the second one was brought to it. The Studhorse crunched a piece of sugar and serviced the second one. Then the studhorse was given one more piece of sugar. And after that it serviced the third horse and so on. Her husband listened to her, then fucked and fell asleep. At night he felt that someone thrust something inside his mouth. He opened his eyes and saw his wife pushing sugar into his mouth… - What are you doing? – Well, you are my studhorse! – You fool! The stud fucked different horses!”
Any way, I divorced my first wife. I was tiered to chase after the women in secret, to lie to the wife and so on…
The second wife was completely indifferent to sex! Moreover she kept off sex. She often persuaded me to sex the next night!
It was like in that anecdote! Do you know it? No? Well, listen, in this case:
The just married went to bed after the wedding party. And the young wife said: “- Honey, let’s do it tomorrow! I’m so tied. And it’s too late. I’m already sleeping…” the young husband sighed and agreed. The next night he made one more attempt and heard: “- Honey, I have a splitting head ache. I just can do anything!” And she turned her face to the wall. The next night young husband tried to excite her again. And here she asked: “- Are you a sex maniac?”

Students dormitory (20 September 2008)

It was when I was going to college. I lived in a hostel: it was a big free level building with several sections. Dozens of students from all over the world lived in this place: Indians, Latinos, guys from Saudi Arabia, Russian chicks, several guys from Europe etc. Actually, it was very international community, where everybody was rushing somewhere, where different speeches were heard almost in every corner. It should be noted that rules of habitation were strict and rigorous, and guys were not permitted to live in a girls’ rooms. Reasons varied but the main point was emphasized on evasion from pregnancy or sexual intercourse. However, administration personnel visits were brief and rare, so many students combined sex and study very successfully. My room mate appeared to be lustful and sex horny girl from Caracas, Venezuela. She had a boyfriend, a hot stud with well built body and strong muscles. And sure they had sex, every time they happened have a free minute. As they had sex very often she had to move to another room, adjacent to mine.
Loud moans were coming from the next room, as they did almost every night. And every time I was turned on by them so much that I would let my hands flick my soft wet pussy. I always imagined what was coming in the room next to me. Fantastic thoughts wandered through my mind. If only I could watch! It would make me feel and get very hot! I usually started with my fingers satisfying myself much, and always ended up pulling out my 9 inch dildo, and fucking my pussy hard. I would fuck my pussy like crazy having orgasm after orgasm. Each one was more intense than previous. After I came I would usually fall asleep dreaming about my room mate and her boyfriend fucking. Little did I know that my dream would soon come true….
Once, getting back late after workout from the gym I heard loud moans coming from the neighbor room. It was my room mate Maria, and her boyfriend Antonio. Sure, who else would it be? I made my way to Maria’s room. I wanted to ask them to reduce noise or be a bit quieter. The light in a hall way was off. As I approached her room I noticed the door was not locked. I opened it and sneaked in by stealth. I stopped at the door, closing it silently, and staring my eyes into the darkness. Soon my eyes would discern things out. I could see everything. Maria was kneeled on the floor deep throating her Antonio’s huge cock. It was dark inside, they didn’t see me. Luckily I was wearing a short tennis skirt. I sat on the floor with my legs spread out. I began to slip my fingers in my wet pussy. I let out a light moan. I took off my thong and removed them away. Ridding my skirt up I then spread my legs further apart. I stuck 3 fingers into my wet cunt. I was careful not to be heard. I didn’t want to get caught.

Nude high-school girls (18 September 2008)

In my youth, as a young college graduate, I was sent to a mountainous province to teach at a complementary school of adult learners aged 18 to 32.Naturally I had to behave properly, warding off sex scenes or sex topics in our conversations for fear of being spied on by my students. In fact’s themes hardly have a place in our Asian culture and literature, let alone voyeurism which is considered to be deviant, highly offensive and an immoral act. Tom peepers once being caught red-handed will be shamefully insulted, heavily beaten without judgment or subject to disciplinary measures and despised by all their schoolmates, colleagues or neighbours.
Yet the incident did happen strangely and safely to me during a medical check-up.I still remembered that day when my two colleagues and I went to the provincial hospital for a chest X-ray. When we arrived there, I saw a group of young girls waiting in the corridor. A nurse told me that they came from a junior high school specially reserved for highlands pupils of various ethnic minorities such as Tay, Nung, Dao, H’mong, etc. Guessing my surprise about their school age, she further explained that, as a privilege, these mountainous young girls were exempt from the age limit in their school, hence most of them had reached maturity in the age range 18-20 despite their short stature. Furthermore, they enjoyed free medical care offered by the public hospital. Not long after our arrival, the door of the examination room opened and the group of “schoolgirls” were led in. Only some fifteen minutes later, the door reopened and we were invited to the same room by another nurse, notwithstanding our bewilderment before such absence of privacy regulations.

Blonde Murder Victim (17 September 2008)

WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER (the actual AP headline)
Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her inlaws, and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car.

Hotel Watcher (10 September 2008)

I guess I can’t blame my fetish on my parents like most people do. Mine started from an incident. I love watching people fuck. I like seeing a cock sliding into a shiny, wet hole that begs to cum, while I jack-off watching them. Mostly I go to hotels to do this. It’s easy in so many of them. I watch through the window while I stroke my thick, hard cock. It’s so exciting to watch someone get off.

At night while it’s dark and the lights are still on, I sneak up to the windows watching and waiting. I never wish to hurt anyone. I just like to watch people fuck. Most of the time I leave my calling card which is my cum left beneath the window.

The first time I became exposed to watching people getting each other off was while I took a walk one night. I was out of town on business staying at a hotel. It had been a beautiful night so I decided to walk down the isles of rooms for some fresh air. As I walked along I heard music coming from a nearby window. Quietly, I crept over to peek inside. A tall, auburn-haired woman danced in nothing but a black, satin teddy with white ruffles along the breast line. Her slender hips moved from side to side, then in a circle eight motion. Her full round breasts shook and the nipples stood tall. I wanted to bite on them myself. I looked over to the bed to see a man staring at her. He wore only a pair of boxers. How hard his cock had become for her. As mine had as well.

Turning back to the woman, I watched her turn her back to the man, a grin coming over her face. She danced moving her thighs here and there. Her feet pattering softly upon the floor. Her shapely buttocks swayed enticingly. She reached the shoulder straps to push them down exposing her pink, soft breasts before turning around with her hands over the lovely mounds. As her hips still moved to the rhythm which escaped the room, the rest of the teddy dropped to the floor. I nearly came right there.

I took my stiff cock from my pants to hold it firm in my hand as I stroked my rod slowly and continued to watch.
The man rose, so he could dance with the hot woman. I wanted to be him. I wanted to suck on the firm breasts and fuck her auburn-haired pussy. He pushed her back on the bed lifting her legs in the air. I saw the pink folds of her pussy. I had the most perfect view.

CRACKS AND HOLES (03 September 2008)

"Laura!?"
The dark-haired woman standing in the knee-deep hole paused for a moment in her digging, and looked up at the new arrival.
"Oh. Hello, Tanya." She resumed digging. Slow, methodical.
Tanya stared with wide eyes.
"Laura... what... what... why are you doing that?"
"Because Johnny told me to." Laura's voice was calm and earnest.
"Johnny... John Davini?"
"Of course." Another large shovelful of grey dirt pattered down on the growing pile beside the hole. Overhead, equally grey clouds scudded silently across the late afternoon sky. Birds twittered in the trees. Tanya tried to wrap her mind around what was being said.
"He... told you to... strip down to your underwear... and dig a hole?"
A glance down at a dark-skinned, well-curved body. More dirt scattering.
"Yes."
"Laura... why... why... did you listen to him?"
Laura's eyes, pools of placid chocolate, looked up from amid long strands of dirty, disheveled hair. Her leather-gloved hands gripped the shovel. Her feet were booted as well, all of her appendages thus clashing wildly with the rest of her attire.

MR. PERSONALITY (01 September 2008)

Just as the song stopped pounding out of the speakers and rattling the last flakes of paint off of the walls, the front door to the club burst open with a flourish and blast of cold air, and in strode..
"Johnny!" All the men cheerfully shouted.
"Johnny!" All women squealed.
Johnny flashed a mega-watt grin, and tossed off a wave, his hair, his leather jacket, his mirrored sunglasses all black, all catching the light and flashing it back into the room. He moved in darkness and sparkles.
Three or four girls came scurrying over, their eyes lit up as much as Johnny's fashion accessories. They snuggled up to him, and he wrapped them in a collective squeeze.
"Candy! How's my girl? Bambi! Brenda!"
His sudden entourage trailing along with him, Johnny worked his way further into the crowd, shaking hands and grinning ever more widely, acres of teeth.
The short, dark, man lounging at the bar turned back to his drink, shaking his head appreciatively.
"That Johnny. What a guy."

SHADES OF NIGHT ARE FALLING (29 August 2008)

The message came as they always did, hand-delivered to Abigail’s cubicle at work by the gaunt gray-suited messenger, inscribed in black ink on thick creamy paper. It was just after lunch. She was able to finger the sealed square for a moment, enjoy the ridges and dips of its subtle texture under her fingertips before she had to carefully slit it open with her letter opener and read the contents. A single unsigned line, as always, the letters ornate and flowing.
Tonight 7:00 PM.
Her hands trembled only a little as she fished the shiny aluminum lighter and matching ashtray out of the back of her center desk drawer. The paper flared with quick, almost supernatural, brightness, and she held it until the last second, until there was nothing left but a tiny flaming corner which she dropped into the ashtray. The remnant burned as it slowly spiraled to earth, leaving almost no ash. She automatically sprayed a little air freshener from the waiting canister, then got back to work, typing rapidly at her keyboard, her skin twitching under her clothes.
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Her day's work finally finished, she meticulously packed everything away in its proper niche and left her spartan cubicle (no pictures of husband or children, no clipped-out cartoons, no posters of puppy dogs for her...) Said her automatic good nights to her neighboring cubicle-dwellers: mousy little Emily, tall gangling Reinhold, vaguely handsome Alfred. Down the echoing hall to the bank of elevators. Down to the lobby, the insipid musak as always cheerfully blurbing from the speakers. Switching to the second elevator, down to the company’s underground garage, flashing her shimmering badge to get her car and herself out past the odious little troll who lurked in the booth beside the front gate.

CUT OFF (27 August 2008)

The tall white-haired man strolled out of the bedroom hallway, back into the large main room of the penthouse. Another party. It was proceeding quite nicely, with several loose-knit clumps of people standing around talking and laughing, some by the wide stone fireplace, others clustered around the currently-silent grand piano. The hired caterers circulated with trays piled high with fingerfood, a lifeflow of blood being smoothly pumped to the party’s extremities. And behind it all, the tinkling classical music discretely trickled from a variety of concealed speakers positioned around the various edges of the room.
The disheveled blonde woman clinging to the tall man’s arm laughed along with the rest of the crowd and then bent to whisper wetly in his ear, gently trying to pull him back down the hall, back into the bedroom. He merely smiled and whispered back to her, ending it by giving her a playful slap on her firm white butt which sent her scurrying cheerfully back to the other guests.
This task completed, he reached into the deep pocket of his velvet dressing gown with one long vein-covered hand and extracted a sleek black remote control, elaborate and covered with a multitude of buttons and tiny read-outs. He tapped it to life and made delicate adjustments, monitoring the social ebb and flow from under his bristling white eyebrows.

ALL OVER BUT THE SHOUTING (25 August 2008)

“Mr. Espy?”
His head snapped up and the already-battered magazine at which he had been staring crumpled even further in his hairy hands. The curly-topped man who was suddenly looming over him smiled widely, displaying an enormous set of very white teeth spaciously arrayed beneath a large pair of sparking black sunglasses. This individual cocked his head and continued.
“Mr. Charles Espy?”
The seated man’s lips moved soundlessly for a moment. He tried to shake his head no, to deny everything and anything. To run away screaming.
“Yes.”
“Terrific!” The man’s enthusiasm seemed quite genuine. “Now, Chuck... say, you don’t mind if I call you Chuck, do you?”
“No.” Almost a whisper. Trickles of sweat started running down the back of his neck, each rivulet very cool and distinct despite the heat of the day.
“Great! Chuck, there’s someone who would very much like to have a moment or ten of your time. Would you mind terribly stepping... heh... outside?” The grinning man clicked his wrist and jabbed a gloved forefinger (black, of course) in the direction of the low wooden gate, which stood open to the parking lot of the motel.
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