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A Get-Together in the Youth Hostel (03 July 2008)

Would the lights be on the whole night? Sarah doubt whether she would be able to fall asleep in the youth hostel with the lights still on.

To calm her mind, she started to look around the room. There were eight bunk beds, four on each side, with a rather large space between the sides. She knew that above her slept a gothic boy, and in the beds beside them two girls, of which one had a very pretty face and many-coloured dread locks. In the beds across the room where two reasonably fat but funny guys. The beds directly across her, however, were still empty.

Then someone came in. It was an average looking guy, slim and with hair hanging in front of his eyes. As he turned off the lights, Sarah's eyes had to get used to the dark. She only faintly saw the guy lifting himself in the upper bed with a muscular arm.

Then he threw down his clothes, which he had wrestled off his body while already lying beneath the sheets. How prudish!

Then a second guy came in. It was only in a flash that Sarah saw the slim looking figure, with hairs as black as ashes and deep brown eyes. This time Sarah's eyes got used to the dark, and she was able to see everything.

First the boy threw his bag under the lower bed. Then he lifted his t-shirt over his head, the way boys do it with their head bended. Then his hands shifted to his pants, unzipping it. As he stepped out of his pants, Sarah gazed at his beautiful thickly muscled legs and his slim chest going over in impressive shoulders.

A Fun Night (01 July 2008)

As we stumble in you reach over and wrap your body around mine in a passionate embrace. When we fall to the ground neither of us notices until we roll over and bump into the door. Ignoring it we continue to enjoy exploring each other. Eventually my fingers find the bottom of your t-shirt on their own accord and begin feeling underneath it. Your body shivers with excitement as I roll us over and position myself on top. I gently guide your T-shirt up and over your head, and begin attacking your neck with my lips while my hands caress your breasts through the fabric of your bra.

You shove me off hard for no particular reason and as I stumble backward out onto the front porch you come flying after me and tackle me to the hard wood. I lay there in a daze for a minute while you giggle and get up to go after my shoes, with twin fluid motions you dispose of my footwear leaving both my feet bare.

I get up onto my elbows, look you in the eyes and grin, then say in a serious voice "So that's how we are doing things tonight is it." An excitement lights up in your eyes as you quickly nod your head and dart away and start weaving your way through the plants and trees that surround the house. I catch up to you as you slowdown to go around a sharp corner and pull your body tightly against my chest as I feel my bare feet sliding uncontrollably on the grass. With you fighting against my arms I know I'm not going to be standing much longer so I control the fall by twisting our bodies around and making sure you land on top of me.

Upon hitting the ground my arms lessen their grip enough to make me think I'm going to have to chase you some more, but I'm able to tighten it again just as your about to get away. I roll us over so I'm on top then trap both of your hands to the ground with one of mine and use the other to reach around your back and undo your bra. You wiggle and squirm the whole time to make it impossible, but after what seems like ages I'm finally able to toss it aside. I maneuver myself so that I can free my hands without you getting away, as I begin taking off my shirt I feel your hands undoing my fly.

A Friend by the Door (29 June 2008)

You get off the phone with me after saying that you would be over in just a few minutes. It's been several days since I have seen you and your lovely body will feel wonderful to touch. I know you can't stand not having sex each and every day so I am aware that you will want to jump on me as soon as your through the door.

Even though I told you to come over so we could watch a movie I have the same idea also, and am already thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste. I can never get enough of you moaning while my fingers in your pussy and my tongue flicking your clit gets you off. My mind is wondering about this very thought for several more minutes when I hear you open my back door.

It's cold so you have on a winter coat and I smile as you take it off because as usual your already smiling back at me. "Hi sexy" I whisper as my hands grip your tiny waist pulling your body closer to mine. Once again you make me hard by just being in the same vicinity and I part your lips with mine; probing your suculent mouth letting our tongues mingle for a while.

I start to slip my hands underneath your shirt but you stop me, which disappoints me greatly since your wearing the usual tight jeans and a top that shows off your firm breast. "Trish is going to join us to watch the movie, she'll be here in a bit so we'll have to keep our clothes on for now" as you paw my hands away from you.

We go into the living room sitting on the couch, and I turn on the tv while my arm wraps around your waist. I lean over half pleading " we can have a quickie before she gets here, I know you want to you haven't seen me in days." I lean over and start to lick your next moving up to your ear where I linger and nibble. You respond well turning towards me plunging your tongue back into my mouth. Second later your climb onto me straddling my waist as I stop our kiss to take of your shirt and your bra.

A Free Show (27 June 2008)

When I received the e-mail at work from my wife Lois I new I was in for a treat. All the e-mail said was, I'll be having lunch at the mall food court. Why don't you come and see me. The key word here was 'see' instead of meet.

You see, my wife loves to tease me and any other man who wants to look. She is always wearing clothing that reveals a lot of her hot little body. Her favorite is to wear skirts and no panties. She tells me how hot and wet her pussy gets went she thinks about other men seeing that she has no underwear on, and she knows how hard she makes my cock when she is exposing her naked cunt in public or at home.

I had trouble concentrating the rest of the morning, thinking of how she would be dressed. How horny she would be after an hour of showing off. How her pussy would taste as I lick the hot nectar of her swollen cunt after the show. I always tell her that naughty girls deserve a good licking.

As I left for lunch I told my coworkers that may be late getting back, knowing that Lois was going to be ready for a good fucking. I knew that we would meet after I watched her exposing her bare pussy by being careless when she sat or bent over.

I arrived at the mall before her and went straight to the food court, took a seat and waited for her arrival. I had brought a paper with me and got a coffee so that I wouldn't look out of place as I watch her put on her show.

At last, there she was walking down the mall towards me. She was wearing a short tight mini skirt and a loose fitting silk top. The top had spaghetti straps and a rounded neck line. She was already drawing looks. The smooth silk showed the form of her tits as it seemed to mold each succulent breast. It was easy to tell that her nipples were already hard. She also was carrying a stack of books and papers in one arm, which were to come into play very shortly.

A Fly on the Wall (25 June 2008)

Ever wonder what it would be like to be a fly on the wall in my bedroom? Watching me sleep? Wondering what I'm dreaming about when I call out softly? Watching me during my most intimate moments? Perhaps you'd like to take a seat and have a peek.

Imagine yourself perched on the edge of the sofa across the room from my bed as, naked, I lay back against the mound of pillows behind me. I am 5'7" of creamy white skin, voluptous, by most standards. You catch just a glimpse of my sweet, pink pussy as I bend my knees to one side. I look into your eyes, and begin softly stroking the sides of my full, round breasts... gently cupping them in my hands, as I move my hands up in front of them, stopping to softly pinch my hardening nipples. I am stroking around to the sides and in front again, each time pausing to pinch my nipples. Finally, I moan as I take both nipples and pinch them, HARD, and twist them... breasts falling back into place with a jiggle, as I let go of them. I close my eyes, and slide both hands down my stomach as I bring my knees to the center. Slowly my legs part, so I can slide both hands down between... mmmmm. I lick my lips, savoring that feeling. I open my eyes, meeting your lustful gaze... and see you rubbing your cock through your pants, and laying back against the sofa now, with your legs spread.

I spread my pussy lips and expose my excited clit, using my middle finger to slowly circle it... feeling the tingles start... and begin to spread throughout my pussy. I take my middle finger and dip it into the hot juice that's collected between my thighs, and bring the slick liquid up to my clit, rubbing more rhythmically now.... mmmmmmm. The moans are more frequent, as my breaths become ragged. I want to cum. I look at you, once again, as if for permission, and see that your pants are now undone, your rock hard cock is in your hands, and you are stroking it slowly. Your eyes close momentarily, and I know it's not time yet.

Next to me on the bed, lies my brand new vibe. It's a beautiful orchid color, slick with lube, and ready for it's maiden voyage into my pussy. I pick it up and turn it on. Yikes! It's shocking how strong the vibration is. You smile as you see my surprise, but don't stop stroking your cock. I take the vibe and place it between my legs, letting the feeling wash over me as I slowly stroke it up and down my pussy lips, grazing my clit, and feeling the sensations building. I'm afraid to slide it inside myself, but when I look at you and watch you lick your lips, I know it's what you're waiting to see. I stroke it downward once more, pausing just a moment or two before I push the 'head' of the vibe into my pussy. With a plop, it enters me. You see my eyes close and my back arch as the vibe penetrates me for the first time.

Peremptorily Challenged (23 June 2008)

It was only 11am when I got kicked loose from jury duty, so as I left the courthouse on McAllister I decided to walk over to Borders to check out the latest literary journals. While I was making my way down Market Street a hand grabbed my ass. Fortunately, I'm from New York, so assaults to my person like this do not tend to faze me. I simply wheeled around, and came face to face with the boyfriend who dumped me twenty-two years ago.

Now, I like Jack, and don't mind that he's somewhat still in my life. But there seems to be an unspoken implication that somehow all those years ago I started him in his predilection for bondage and discipline. Our relationship was nothing like that. I distinctly remember separating my personal from my professional life back then, and when it came to doing it
with boys I preferred it plain and straight. And I really loved Jack for six full weeks when we were both twenty-four. Maybe it's the case that when you've been a porn actress people pin all sorts of sexual modus operandi on you.

Anyway, Jack treated me to a coffee and told me about his new lady who, as it turns out, shares his tastes. This is good to know. Makes me believe San Francisco's still the wild town I moved to in the 70s. Apparently there's a whole BD subculture, complete with rentable dungeons and handcuff parties. I wouldn't care to participate though. I do have a fantasy life, but it consists of being kidnapped by Alan Rickman.

I explained to Jack what I was doing on 6th and Market, that is, walking down the street, and not on celluloid in some booth at one of the adult bookshops there. It would have been a two-month case, a humdinger of a lawsuit, and I ought to have been the perfect juror: mature, a college graduate, female (always good for sympathy), a housewife with a grown son, and time on my hands. If I was going to be excused, I expected it to be by the corporation's lawyer, not by the salt-of-the-earth plaintiff's. But there he was, Mr Clarence Darrow, with his brown suit and his peremptory challenge, wishing me good day.

Free until next year! But as I was sipping coffee and chatting with Jack a silly, vain, but undismissable thought crossed my mind: Could Clarence Darrow have seen one of my pictures?

REVENGE IS SWEET (21 June 2008)

"Hey, Peg, come in here and help me for a minute, will ya please," her husband John called from inside the garage!?!" Peg Burton got up off her knees where she was planting some young tomato plants in her garden, and after standing up and dropping her gloves to the ground, she walked the thirty some feet to the garage in search of her husband!!! "John," she asked softly, "where are you, why are the lights off, come on now, stop fooling around!!!" She carefully turned around, looking into every nook and cranny of the large two stalled building, but just when she was about to slip out the door and go back to her gardening, her husband quietly came up behind her and reached around her to grab her large heavy breasts while nibbling on her ear!!! "John," she gasped while trying playfully to pull away from him, "stop that this instant, what if somebody sees us!?!" "Who's gonna be coming in here," he replied while lifting the front of his wife's shirt and running his hands all over her low cut bra and breasts, "besides, it's been almost six hours since I fucked your hot little pussy!!!"

Peg knew that struggling was hopeless when John got her in his powerful grasp, but the insistent caressing of her boobs and the nibbling on her ear had swept away any last vestiages of resistance, so when he leaned her over the trunk of their car and jerked down her jeans and panties, she not only helped him kick them off and away from her, she willingly spread her leads while begging him to take her!!! "Oh god, John," she moaned as his thick pecker pressed ferevently inside of her now drenched pussy, "you're a fucking machine, h-how do you do it!?!" "I just stare at your big ass and tits and it just happens," he whispered while biting her on the neck, "and you know how much I love your pussy!!!" For the next five minutes John Burton literally attacked his wife's pussy with a series of vicious thrusts that boardered on the brutal, but in the end, she begged him to fuck her harder while her pussy spasmed hard as a shower of orgasms rained down on her vagina, leaving her a wasted hot bitch on the cold garage floor!!!