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Hot Times in The New Year (19 July 2007)

We’d gotten separated at the party and I catch my wife out of the corner of my eye as she crosses the room returning to my side. I can't help but be taken by her beauty and mentally pinch myself to be sure it isn't a dream. I love everything about her but tonight I am fixated on her breasts for they've been the object of my lust for many years. Tonight is special; it's New Year's Eve. She's wearing the sexy new bra I got her for Christmas, one of those push-up jobs from Victoria's Secret. She leans over and whispers in my ear, “I feel like everyone’s staring at me” and that was exactly what I wanted. I hope they are fantasizing about what's underneath. “I can't see my feet because my boobs are sticking out so far”, she jokes. She knows I love it and she knows she's in for a long ride after midnight.

I find myself staring at her several more times as the evening progresses. Each time her tits catch my eye and I slip into a momentary fantasy. The feel of her breasts in my hands the weight, the soft skin, the sweet scent, the nipples; everything about them turns me on. I'm lost in the fantasy of them slapping in my face as she rides my cock. The way they swell as she gets closer to climax. The fantasy changes to the feeling of her nipple on the head of my erupting cock and the silky smoothness I feel as I come on her tits. God, is at midnight yet?

job interview gone good (17 July 2007)

I had recently moved to southern California and was looking for a part time job. I was starting to get tired of looking when I stumbled across an add in the local newspaper that stated: Wanted sexy female to help “file” paperwork. I got curious and called the number. A man with a beautiful voice answered. I said “ I’m calling about the job in the paper.” He said “ Come in tomorrow at 3:00 for an interview.” Then hung up. The following day I went to the address listed. When I got there a gorgeous man about 6 feet 3 inches tall answered the door. He led me into what appeared to be an office. I went to the leather couch and sat down, he came over and sat down beside of me. He looked at me and said with a smile “ hi my name is Robert.” I replied with “hello my name is Audrey.” He put his hand on my knee and asked where I was from I told him that I was from Kentucky. He told me he could tell from my accent. We sat and talked for what seemed like hours when he told me I had the job but on one condition. I asked him what it was and he looked deep into my eyes and told me that I had to fuck him. I agreed. Now keep in mind I was wearing a skimpy black spaghetti strapped dress. He was wearing jeans and a polo. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. Our tongues swirled together then he started sucking on my tongue and my lips. This drove me wild and made my pussy swollen and wet. He kissed down my neck and around my collar bone then he got to the straps of my dress and slid them slowly off of my shoulders. By this point I could feel his rock hard cock through his jeans.

"Honey! I'm home..." (15 July 2007)

Two long months away from me. Thats how long my dear boyfriend, Ryan was gone. When he called the day before to let me know he would be home tommorow evening i hastily began to prepare for his arrival. I brought a very sexy red little number from Victoria's Secret. Complete with red thong, and bra, both silky soft and smooth, just the way my Ryan loves them.

Once he pulled up in the drive way, i had everything ready, the phones unpluged and the candles lit to set the mood. I had on some stilletoes his favorite chocolate covered fruits were ready and next thing i know, he announces his arrival... "Honey! I'm home dar-"

His sentence cut short due to my fabulous outfit outlined by my wide hips, small waist, and D cup chest. He looked at me, and i started to walk up to him slowly, pulling him to me by the tie as he dropped his bags at the door. I had a armless chair ready for him, and a blindfold just to excite his senses. I kissed him hard, pulled his lips, sucked his tounge and moaned in joy. Pushing him down into the chair, and blindfolding him. I started to strip him down, kissing his chest, right above his cock, then to his glorious cum sac. I pulled it, then sucked it into my mouth moaning on it, remebering how good it smells and tastes. His hands go on my head pushing my head lower on his sac.
I get up, unable to handle his touch just yet, and loosly tie his wrists together with some tape. Making him unable to touch me, but able to just feel my wet hot tounge go up, and down his growing cock. I reached under him, and grabbed his ass, pulling his cock deeper into my hot mouth, sucking and pulling his shaft with full force.. making sure he knows that i am SO glad he is finally home.

Getting Ready for You (13 July 2007)

This evening I am going to run a nice hot bubble bath, I’m going to lay in it for a long time, letting the sweet scented water just wash over me, soaking into all my pours, making my body smell fresh and clean. I’m going shave my whole body, making sure that every part of me is soft and smooth for Your touch, I want to feel Your tongue tasting every inch of my body, I want to feel Your strong hands massaging and stroking me, taking my body over and making it Yours. I’m going to shave my Pussy, taking good care to make sure that it looks clean and pure, so that when You slide my little panties across, You will want to eat me like never before.

After my bath I will have a hot shower, the water will come crashing down on me good and hard, I will wash my hair and the I will start cleansing my body, I will wash my face, my arms my legs and body, I will make sure that I wash my titties, they will be so clean, I love it when You tease my nipples gently, playing with them between Your lips and tongue, losing Yourself in my breasts, tasting me and then becoming more urgent, biting my tittles gently, just nipping at them and then biting harder and harder, sending sharp pains through my whole body, bringing me on the brink of a frenzied orgasm. Then I will wash my bottom, I will finger wash my hole, making sure it so clean, for You tease my tight little bum hole with Your fingers, once in while inserting a finger inside of me, playing around inside of me and then withdraw it making me cry out for more. Then You will want to eat me, You will want to taste me, tease my back passage with Your tongue, flicking it in and out, till I am grinding my arse on Your whole face, begging You to put Your tongue deep inside me, pulling me down onto You until I can take it no more and that is when I will cum for the first time this evening, my whole body shaking from the pure ecstasy. Next I will wash my perfect pink Pussy, I will wash it over and over, making it lather up, I will wash inside, over and over and then use the head of the shower putting it right inside my slit, so that when You sit me on the chair and lowers it just to the right height for, to just slide Your tongue inside of me, breathing in the freshness of my juicy wet little pussy, it will drive You crazy, so hungry with lust, You will then clench Your teeth hard on my clit, pulling away, stretching my clit and then releasing it, only to grab it again, making me cry out in pain, but not wanting You to stop, Pure Filth making me cum over and over, biting and not stopping, not letting me rest, just making me have multiple orgasms over and over again.

The Fourth of July I will Never Forget (11 July 2007)

Gina and I had planned to get together this 4th of July just like we did the last few years. We kind of combined her birthday with the holiday and sort of made it a special day. I spoke to her the night before and we made plans to meet at her house at 9:30 AM on the 4th. My boyfriend will be there so as soon as he leaves we can head out to the parade she told me the night before. I got to her house at 9:25 on the 4th just as her boyfriend was departing. He grumbled a quick hello, jumped into his car and sped off. Gina looked at me and just shook her head. We had a huge fight late last night and he's still pissed she continued. I have to take a quick shower and we can get moving she said. Hey, she said, take a look at my pictures from my vacation she told me. They're on my bed next to the album I am putting them in. Pictures was always boring but I obliged her. I could see Gina showering but I had seen her naked so many times that it was no big deal to either of us. She came out of the shower and toweled off, telling me why her and her boyfriend were fighting. She laughed and turned around to show me this really brand new butterfly tattoo right on her right but cheek. She told me her boyfriend was really pissed off that she got a tattoo and right on her butt. To make matters worse I put my diaphragm in last night and he told me the only was I was going to have sex is if I fucked myself she added. I was really horny too and it's a shame I ad to waste it she laughed. We looked at each other and must have both gotten that same tingle. There was a brief pause in both chat and thought. I don't have to remove my diaphragm Gina said smilingly at me. You could be the first to fuck me with my new tattoo she roared. It did not take any convincing. I always wanted to fuck Gina but either one or both of us had a partner and were always faithful. Gina being naked made it so easy. I knew Gina was acting out on anger towards her boyfriend too so I knew I shouldn't waste time. I took off my clothes and there we were, naked and ready to make our fourth more memorable than we ever thought. I lied down next to Gina and before I knew it Gina was bobbing up and down on my cock. Ooohhh, was this sweet.

Young Lovers (09 July 2007)

He walks into her room. The lights dimmed and the curtains drawn. Candle light flickering gently off the lilac walls. He hands her the flower in his hand. A rose. A read rose. As she reached for the flower, he leans in and softly plants a kiss on her full lips. She kisses him back with the same delicacy. This kiss is broken as she takes his hand and leads him over to her bed. She sits down and signals for him to join her on the springy mattress. They kiss once more, this time slightly firmer. He gently eases open her lips with flicks of his tongue. She accepts the offer of his tongue as their hands begin to explore each the others body. His eager tongue explores the depths of her mouth as she with her arms round his neck, lies down with him on top of her. He stops kissing her lips and starts planting his kisses gently across her cheek heading towards her neck. She pulls him closer as his kisses send shivers of lust down her spine. He moves his kisses further down, sliding the strap of her black dress off her shoulders as he begins kissing her smooth shoulders.

Despite his kisses inducing a low and soft moan from within her, she pulls him back up to her lips. Slowly, she unzips his t-shirt. It is her favourite, pearl white and clinging to his muscular torso. She peels away the material to reveal the body that she is longing for. Rolling him over, and straddling him, she lowers her straps and pulls down her dress to reveal her firm breasts. He cant resist but to touch. Her nipples harden at the gentle touch of his hands. Another soft moan escapes her lips as his fingers gently play with her erect nipples. He sits up and brings his lips to her right nipple, lightly sucking it as he continues to tease her left nipples with his fingers. A louder moan exits her lips.

Judy's present to me. Like Nothing I ever got (29 June 2007)

I am using this author's name because I am too embarrassed to use my own. He and I were best friends but never anything more. We always flirted and I used to love to make him feel uncomfortable by flashing my tits at him when nobody was looking. On a few occasions I would be at his home with his wife and hime and got a flash or two in when his wife left the room. It was a lot of fun. He complained all the time about the quality of his sex life with his wife. I must have heard, no less than 2 dozen times over 2 years, how he couldn't make his wife cum and how he always had to pull out when he came. When questioning the guy about it he told me it was ages since he came in a female and his wife never ever had an orgasm. I knew I had to do something, but what? I could try and fuck him but I figured it would never work. I came up with a good idea. I had to get him alone at his home and seduce him. Sounded easy but I knew I had my work cut out for me.

Old High School Friend (27 June 2007)

It was my sophomore year in college and I was at the gym one night. I finished my workout and began towelling off as she approached me. "Ben?" she asked. I looked at her momentarily only to recall, "Emily!" She was an old high school friend. She had always been my biggest fan while I played high school sports. She loved all sports, so she wholeheartedly supported me in all I did. However, she went to another college.

Having other girlfriends in high school had prevented me from dating her, although we made out heavily at several parties our senior year. Emily had been the head cheerleader, was about 5'5", had blonde hair and CLEARLY the best body from our high school. There may have been girls with slightly larger racks, but her ass was incomprable, and a tummy flat enought to make any man hard.

"What are you doing here?" I stammered. "I'm visiting a cousin who goes to your college," she replied, "But she bailed on me tonight so I'm kinda s.o.l..." I asked, "Do you even have anywhere to go and shower off and change?" I finished packing my bag as she answered," No, but what are the odds of running into you here?"

"I know, I haven't seen you since your graduation party...Man that was a fun one!" I said. "Definetely," she siad, blushing while remembering our make out session... "Why don't you come back to my place? You can shower off and change there," I said, only to get a quick response, "SURE!"

What A Reward (25 June 2007)

Emily, is my wife Shels best friend. She has been since I came into the picture. Emily is a virgin. She is 5ft 7, 135 pounds, she has a C cup, and a nice ass. She turned 18, 2 months ago, and every since I have been fantasising, about her. I am 6ft 2, and 163 pounds. I was fighting, for a chance at the Cruiser weight title. I was going up on the turnbuckles for my Setup, the Celtic Drop, when I first noticed, Emily their with Shel. Emily was wearing a black tanktop, with a short black mini skirt. I smiled at her, as I jumped, off the ropes, and landed my move. Quickly, I turned my opponent aroud, so that I was facing her. Then I locked in the Celtic Knot, to finish the match, my opponent quickly tapped, out. Then I rolled out and quickly started to head backstage.

I was in the shower when I heard the door open. I took a peak outside my shower stall, expecting to see my wife. But boy was I surprised, it was Emily. She seen me and smiled. I turned the water off, and was grabbing, a towel, when she asked "Are you done already, or do you need a hand?" I was stunned, all I could say is "What are you doing in here?" She quickly replied "Rewarding you." I felt my 9 inches, rise. She noticed and replied "Someone is ready to collect." She grabbed my cock, which, was at full erect. And started to play with it, she leaned up for a kiss, so we started making out. I leaned back, and looked her up and down. I was ready to collect.

Coffee Date (23 June 2007)

I sat at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop, keeping an eye on everyone that walked through the door. Time seemed like an eternity, the steady tick, tick, tock providing rhythm, to my eager impatience for her to arrive.

Sipping on my coffee, the warm liquid blanketing my throat and warming up my belly, my thoughts drifted off to what could be in store…

Our late night conversation always ended up in the same place. We shared the same girl-on-girl fantasy, which still remained unfulfilled for the both of us, a passionate one-on-one fling, of unexplored territory.

My thoughts were interrupted as she sat herself across from me. I was so carried off with my thoughts; I didn’t even see her come in. She was beautiful, in the most real sense, bright eyes and full smile enveloping me.

“Hi”, I managed to get out, a little taken aback by her presence. She was better than any expectation I may have unknowingly set for her, no surprises of lack of shape, extra limbs, or other disfigurements… she was perfect. No unrealistic super-model-ness appeal, but just gorgeous girl, as real as could be sitting in front of me.

We chitchatted aimlessly over our coffee, catching up on each other’s lives, the conversation starting to slow down as our interests on the subject dawdled. I suggested going to someplace cozier, and we got our stuff together, called a cab and sat outside to wait.

The air was a bit chilly, as the season turned, the crisp scraping of yellowed leaves dancing on the pavement around us. I lit a cigarette, and turned my body slightly, my knee resting to a stop against hers. Taking note that she didn’t tense up or move away, but continued talking easily, as though nothing could be wrong, I leaned into her a little more, savoring the heat growing between us.

My First Balck Cock (21 June 2007)

My husband and I bought a house in the old historic area of town. The house we always dreamed about but he needed a lot of work on the outside. Bill worked as a security officer for a large firm and had to travel once or twice a month. He had a trip coming up several weeks after moving in but wanted to get the work started on the outside of the house. So before his trip he started interviewing several contractors to start repairing the wood trim and paint the house. After several interviews he selected a contractor and scheduled the work to start while he was out of town. I have always considered my self-attractive and keep my self in great shape; I am 5’-10, 125lbs, and blue eyes with light brown hair shoulder length and 36-C breast that are nice and firm. Bill always said my best feature was my long sexy legs; it drove him crazy when I wrapped them around him as we made love pulling him deep. Bill was a very sexy man well built with a nice 6-1/2 cock, he is not the only man I have slept with but his 6-1/2 was the biggest cock I ever had and I loved it

It was a hot morning in August and I was working in the kitchen and since it was hot I was wearing a pair of white shorts and a blue halter top trying to keep cool when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door it was the contractor my husband hired to work on the house, he introduced himself to me and said his crew was setting up to start work. He was going to hang around to help and then he needed to go off and check on another job.
He introduced me to his crew when I saw this young black man about 22years old lifting the scaffolding out of the truck. Steve was every bit 6’ plus with huge arms and shoulders and a very muscular body, he was totally sexy and hot, I could not take my eyes off his body.

Older women are great (19 June 2007)

All of the names have been changed but other wise this is a true story.
Like a lot of people I have more than one job to make ends meet. My side job is helping people learn how to use a computer. I work with mostly older people who want to learn the basics about the internet and email and maybe some word processing and occasionally some spread sheet work. The reason I work mostly with older people is that younger people already know this stuff. I think that one of the reasons I seem to be popular with the older generation is that I’m in my late forties and they are more comfortable with me than a twenty something instructor.
I was making a presentation on email at a local old peoples home. These people have their own apartments and usually their own computers. As I always do I tell then that I would be happy to help them on a one to one basis for a very small fee, usually $5 an hour. As usual I had several people ask to have me help them chose a computer and set it up for them. All of the apartments have cable and can get a cable modem, which is wicked fast.
One of the ladies was in her late sixties, lets call her Betty. Betty was a short woman about 5’ and quite heavy with huge breasts and a big butt. Her gray hair was long and straight almost down to her big butt. She was a widow and lived alone. She had a dark complexion and brown eyes. She looked a bit like an aging hippy chick, not a bad thing. Now I suppose I should explain that I love large women. Age has never been an issue with me either.
“Hi Tom, I’m Betty and I want to be able to use email and the internet. My daughters and grandchildren say that I can actually sure some sort of camera and have conversations with them using some sort of messenger. Just like on the science fiction shows. Is that right?”
“Yes it is all you need is some basic stuff and it is easy to use.”

At the night in the Club (17 June 2007)

It was a Friday night at one of the hot clubs in town. I was out with my boyfriend, Dave and we were having a great time. The music was so loud you could really feel the bass thumping through you. We had been dancing for a while and decided to go get a drink as it was quite hot in the club and we were thirsty so we left the dance floor and headed for the bar upstairs which was less crowded and less noisy.

As we climbed the stairs a girl was coming down towards us through the crowd. Even if she hadn't been staring straight at us I would have noticed her as she was lovely looking and very sexy. As we got closer she gave us a smile and I wondered (with a little pang of jealousy) if she was someone that Dave knew even though she actually seemed to be looking right at me, I certainly didn't recornise her. It was about then that Dave noticed her too and I could see from the corner of my eye the grin spreading across his face.

We stopped as we met on the stairs, moving to one side to let the other people squeeze past. The girl was really hot, she had lovely blonde hair and a beautiful face with these sexy blue blue eyes that just stared into mine as she smiled at me. Her body was fantastic, I'm not bad looking even if I say so myself and in good shape too, but she was even hotter, a super little bum in her tight jeans and lovely pert breasts, her cleavage showing through the open neck of her blouse.

'Hello.' She said with a friendly smile.

The bet she lost (15 June 2007)

Julie had lost a bet with her girlfriends during their Sunday night poker game. Her friends had a dirty dare for her. They dared her to wear her butterfly clit vibrator under her clothes to work the next day.

At first she said no way, but her friends told her a bet was a bet and she better follow through with the dare. After a bit of nagging Julie finally agreed to the dare.

The next morning while she was showering, Julie wondered if the vibrator would show underneath her clothes. After she dried off, she pulled her blue butterfly vibrator out of her bedside table. She slid the straps up her legs, and placed the butterfly over her clit. It felt awkward walking around with it on, but she got used to it as she finished getting dressed.

Once at her office, Julie went to her cubicle and began work. It was long before her mind slowly drifted away from her work. She kept thinking about that vibrator resting on her clit. The more she thought about it, the more she got turned on. She tried to forget about, and not let herself get to distracted. Before she knew it Julie was so hot and bothered. The thought of using that vibrator in her office got the better of her.

Julie thought that the executive bathroom would be the best place to go. It was a private bathroom, with a sitting room and sofa. Plus it had a dead bolt, no interruptions. She pulled up her skirt and laid back on the sofa. She slowly slid her hand down to her vibrator and turned it on.

Our Secret Night (13 June 2007)

We had planned and prepared for this night. It was the one night where neither of us were married or engaged or doing business or taking care of kids or anything. We were there for one reason. To give into the passion that we knew we had. We had planned it out perfectly. When i got there you would already have the hotel suite booked and you would be laying on the bed when i got there...and when i walked in...there you were. Blind folded. Your hands are tied over your head. You hear me come in. As i approach you, your breathing quickens...your tense up....you lick your lips. I just stand over you for a moment and let you anticipate what im going to do next. After a moment, i lightly drag my nails over your chest, down your stomach, down one leg, get to your knee and then retrace my trail all the way up to your neck. I lean forward. You feel my hair fall onto your chest. I hear you take a shuttered breath. I lightly kiss your neck and then slowly work my mouth up to your ear. As im kissing your neck, my hand is roaming your chest and then your stomach. Its moving lower....and lower. and lower still. I come to your cock...I barely touch it, but i can feel how hard it is, and how bad you want to be inside of me. I whisper in your ear, "What do you want me to do to you?" You just take a shuttered breath. I know what that breath means...and I know exactly what you want. Instead of giving you what you want. I get up and leave you all together. But just for a second. It just so happens, for this encounter i have brought some props. I grab some strawberries. I come back over to you and let you taste one. I make sure to tease you with it first. I let it linger a few inches from your mouth and watch you try to bite it...then i bring it lower. I only let you have a little bit and then take it away. I put the rest in my mouth and then bring my mouth down to yours. as you take another bite of the berry you try to touch my lips. I dont let you. Instead i take the berry away and kiss your neck again. You feel my hot breath on your neck...moving lower. You feel my soft lips working their way down your body. I keep looking at your cock...it looks so good...so hard. All i can think about is having it inside of me. I tear my lips from your body and grab one more strawberry.

Love thy Neighbor (11 June 2007)

Lily was the first and only woman I had ever desired. She was golden. Her skin was flawless and always perfectly tanned. Hr long Auburn hair held the slightest traces of natural golden highlights. Her C-cup breasts felt great in my hand and tasted wonderful against my tongue. Her taunt body showed off the hours she spent in the gym. Her ass was well rounded and full. She was traditionally beautiful. Lily and I had been neighbors for years. We became best friends when my husband died leaving me all alone-- we never had any children. For months on end she was my only solace. She was a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to me. About 4 months after he died we were sitting in my bedroom watching a movie when her hand rubbed along my knee. Shockingly I drew back and asked her what she was doing. She smiled this sinister smile and asked me if I had ever thought of being with a woman. Truthfully at the time I had never thought about it. I told her so. She said she could make me fell really good and started to slide her hand up my leg again. This time I did not stop her. Her touch was very gentle and I needed to feel good. She drew her body closer to me and brought her hand up the front of my shirt and cupped my breasts. She whispered she was going to kiss me. I held my breath as I watched her come closer to me. She licked across the length of my lips. Then her tongue parted my lips and WE WERE FRENCHING!!! She told me how beautiful I was. She let her hands go around the back of my neck and pull the ponytail from my light brown hair. As her hands smoothed out the kinks form my hair she asked me to open my shut eyes. I obeyed. I want to watch myself in the green of your eyes. She pulled my shirt off of my body. There was nothing underneath. She brought her thumbs over my aching nipples and gave them a rough pinch. I whimpered. I was putty in her hands. She laughed huskily and deep. Her tongue replaced her hands and she suckled away the little sting she had left behind. She kissed the full length of my torso and unbuttoned my shorts. She slid the down the length of my legs. She commented on my cleanly waxed pussy.

Heated Insomnia (09 June 2007)

It was 2 a.m., freezing, and Brianna was horny as hell. She couldn't catch a wink of sleep while sleeping next to her gorgeous boyfriend Taylor. She couldn't help but gaze at his lean, taught body, spiked black hair, and his full, moistened lips as he slept. Brianna couldn't take the burning blood-flow much longer, but she knew how to ease him out of his slumber and into her soft, wet, tight pussy.

She began to lift his shirt and gently closed her hot mouth over one of his nipples, gently licking and biting. As she worked, she could hear Taylor softly moan while his eyes were still closed. She grew even wetter as she continued to work her plump lips and talented tongue down his tight, long body. Brianna finaly reached Taylor's massive hard-on and began to lick graciously but slowly up and down his shaft. Taylor's groans grew louder, thicker. She looked up from her mouthful to see his eyes were slightly open and watching his temptress carefully. He lifted a hand to a fistful of her silky red hair and yanked viciously. Brianna obliged as she continued to suck harder, swallow deeper, until he pulled her head from his throbbing cock and kissed her violently. She loved it when Taylor was aggressive, she got off on anger, being his nasty little bitch.

No sooner did he yank off her short little black shorts and white t-shirt and thrust into her while she was on top. One thing Taylor loved to see was her body moving up and down on his cock, watching her giant breasts bounce and slap his chest. Her full, soft hips rolling and grinding her tight sopping pussy all over his thick, pulsating dick. He grabbed her hips and began to pull her down on him, harder, faster, making her body jiggle with each upward thrust. Brianna threw her head back and continued to roll her hips back and forwarth, up and down, in circles teasing him to no end. She quickly gained control and slid up slowly then sliding back down only over the head and did so over and over again. Taylor couldn't hold back and ordered her to go to the floor. Brianna loved it when she was ordered by him so she did what he said like his good litle slut was supposed to.

Amsterdam Nights (07 June 2007)

I had my first sexual experience with a cheerleader my junior year in high school. It was expected.

In college, I made a stab at varsity football, pledged my father’s fraternity and had a number of one night stands and short-term flings with girls from my mother’s old sorority. All were expected.

When I finished college, I got a job and a wife. Those, too, were expected. My job, career-building and having disposable income which was just mine were exhilarating. The marriage was a series of duties - household tasks, emotional support, escorting my wife to family and social functions, sex from time-to-time. There was certainly no excitement, nor any enthusiasm. Just doing what was expected. After four (4) years, the marriage ended, thankfully without children. And, without acrimony. Just a whimper.

I left Pittsburgh and took a job with an international energy conglomerate in Houston. I fell into the pace of the town easily, and I threw myself into my work with wild enthusiasm. Houston is the kind of town in which superficial relationships at the office and in personal life seem adequate. Largely, I had no sex life – the odd one night stand, the bi-monthly “massage” and, far more often, dinner and a movie for one. I didn’t feel I was missing anything.

After a couple of years, I began working on a complicated merger with a Dutch company, and I had to travel to Amsterdam monthly. During my first trip, I walked through the Wallen, became aroused and sought relief with Sherra, a 30 something Dutch woman with a disproportionately large ass. Sherra had a clean room just off the Oudezijds Achterburgwal, and she seemed clean and safe. During the next two (2) years, as the merger negotiations continued, I visited Sherra several times each month. Our time together had a satisfying sameness to it: I would enter her room, she would close the drapes, pull down my pants and briefs and begin sucking me until I was hard. Then, Sherra would turn around, bend over the bed, separate her legs a bit and I would lean against her and enter her from behind through her crotchless panties. I don’t think either of us was ever completely naked. After I came, I would give Sherra three (3) quick pats on her ass. She would get up, fetch a warm towel and clean me up. Then, I would pull up my pants and head back to the hotel for a couple of hours of preparation for the next days’ negotiations. It was the most satisfying sexual relationship I had ever had.

Love's Fond Embrace (30 May 2007)

At first, I thought this relationship was not going to last. She was about 7,000 miles away, working for a humanitarian organization. I was back in the States, working hard to keep all my bills paid and able to talk to her (especially with a 7 hour time difference).

Finally, she sent me an e-mail telling me to meet her at the airport, she was finally coming home from her assignment. First thing that ran through my mind was seeing her depart the front doors of the terminal. That first look in her eyes when she sees what she only saw on a computer monitor or printed from a digital photo she saved onto a disc. And her looking into my eyes, seeing the pain of the separation and lonliness.

We met through a mutual friend at a party for an activist group. I was passionate about protecting pets from speeding motorists and enacting tougher laws when a pets death was caused by reckless driving. I had a friend that connected me with lawmakers, law enforcers, and lobbyists. During the party, I met a great looking woman, about 24 years young (I don't dare say old, or I might get my face slapped), slender, equally passionate about preventing starvation in Africa. We talked and started a great friendship. I gave her my e-mail and IM name, and she gave me hers. I agreed to be online to chat and fellowship with her.

Keeping My Thoughts To Myself (28 May 2007)

Keeping My Thoughts To Myself

“Hey why don’t you try that on? I think you’d look great”

“Why should I wear that? It looks uncomfortable and besides why do women always have to wear things and do things just to make men happy. If you think it’s such a brilliant idea, you should try it”

This is a typical snippet of a normal conversation between my wife and me. We’ve had this same exchange countless times over the course of our relationship.


It all started many years ago. While many women share their time with their female friends dining out, having a few drinks, exercising together, shopping, or just chatting, my wife’s female bonding took place over leg waxing. She and a group of friends every month gathered in a friend’s apartment sipping wine and chatting while one by one they had hot molten wax applied to their legs only to then have it yanked off with thin strips of fabric. The result was a beautifully smooth hairless set of legs. After each session she would come home to show me how wonderful her legs looked without the usual nicks and cuts she would have endured if a razor was used. Inevitably she would complain about how much it hurt. As a male I thought nothing of it.

Years later while watching a cable program the hostess mentioned a nearby salon that offered women a relatively new concept to America, the “Brazilian waxing.” Inspired to learn more I looked up the cited salon to determine what it was about. Fascinated by idea, I called my wife over to read the webpage.

Busted, and forced to pay (26 May 2007)

I will start by saying that I do not - or perhaps, did not - consider myself to be a gay man. But while that is true, I would occasionally use a dildo on myself, call she-males, and browse she-male porn. Gloryholes also held a fascination and I would often stay late at work in order to finish downloading porn and get myself off in the private bathroom that my section of offices enjoyed.
One afternoon the company VB, Derek poked his head in my office and asked if I would mind sticking around after hours for a meeting that we needed to have. Feeling a little unsure and uncomfortable, I told him that would be no problem. At the end of the day I shut things down and went over to his office. Derek was on the phone and waved me in, motioning for me to take a sit near his desk. He was clearly having a serious discussion and it sounded as if it was related to someone within the company (I began to worry that I was in trouble).
When Derek hung up, he asked me to shut the door. As I returned to the chair, he turned his monitor so that we could both view it and said that we had a problem. "What's wrong" I asked, and with the click of a button, I suddenly saw one of the Porn sites that I had visited recently. I didn't say anything and felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as he stared at me. Worse than anything was the fact that this was a shemale porn site.
"It seems that you spend a lot of time on these type of sites" Derek said. "Ah, I, ah" I stammered, not knowing what I could possibly say. "You realize that this is grounds for termination". Oh God!!! I could not loose my job...."I just bought a house Derek" I said, my voice shaking. "Yes, I am aware of that. I like you, I don't want to have to let you go. I understand your attraction to this sort of thing but I simply can't allow this sort of thing to go on undealt with. I am sure that you understand my position." "Derek, I am sorry. Listen, I will leave the porn alone, I swear it, please let me keep my job"

Katie's first time (24 May 2007)

Katie’s first time.

Katie and I had been friends since second grade. We lived in a small town and our families attended the same church. I guess it took me a while to realize it but Katie always had a thing for me. She would maneuver to be my lab mate in science classes, join the clubs I belonged to and even attended sports games when I was on the team. Being in a small town and because of our long friendship I never really thought much about it until in sixth grade when she asked me to a Sadie Hawkins Day dance. We started to look at ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend as we knew each other so well. This moved into going “steady” in High School and naturally our sexual relationship grew. By our junior year my hormones were raging, as were Katie’s, but we struggled to keep them in control. We would do homework together in her parents family room downstairs and soon it always ended in petting. Before long I was fondling her breasts and she seemed to like it. I worked my way into slipping my hands under her top and into her bra. I remember the excitement I felt when she let me unhook her bra and fondle her tits directly for the first time. Strangely Katie had one boob slightly but noticibly larger than the other due to a surgical procedure as a child but that did not bother me. Katie was fairly tall at 5’8”, 120 pounds with dark blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail most of the time and brown eyes. All the guys felt she had a nice body and was pretty in a girl-next-door sense. Her parents were fairly well off as her father owned a company and she had a younger sister with learning difficulties that they doted over. They had a nice house in the best part of town with lots of property and privacy. They trusted Katie completely and had known me forever so our relationship and time together never bothered them. They told Katie the trusted us and seemingly had no concerns when we were together. That trust led to a lot of masturbation for me.

Katie's Adventure (22 May 2007)

My girlfriend Katie and I had been friends since second grade and serious boyfriend/girlfriend since High School. Katie was girl-next-door pretty and stood 5’8” tall, weight 120 pounds, had dark blonde hair and brown eyes. All they guys were always complimenting me on her great body. We went steady throughout High School and were always a couple. Along the way we had experimented sexually and eventually consummated the relationship, several times. Katie was on the pill and had parents who trusted her completely so we had many opportunities others might not have had. It was a wonderful relationship for a somewhat shy High School boy as I was. For better or worse we were the only sex partners either had when we graduated High School.

Katie and I had selected different colleges and this caused her great anxiety. As we would be several hundred miles apart, we agreed we should see other people at college. She was concerned that as we had been together so long she was not sure even how to act on a date with someone else or what to expect from other boys. I shared some of those anxieties and frankly was looking forward to “seeing” some other girls for variety. I really liked Katie and I knew she liked me but there was a lot of life or us to experience. We knew what each other liked sexually but were not sure what to expect from others. This really bothered Katie as she had discovered she REALLY liked sex but didn’t want to be embarrassed or damage our relationship. She was just so uncertain.

The Study Fucker: Uhuva (20 May 2007)

Hi, my name is David. I’m a student at Wayne State University in Detroit, MI. You may be wondering about that title, well the “Study Fucker” is my nickname among girls I’ve done. This is how I got that nickname.
I have some of the hottest girls on campus for friends. We’d known each other all through high school and some I’d known longer than that. Until recently, I'd kept a hands-off policy regarding them. During high school, I’d had a couple girlfriends and done both of them during the pretense of private “study sessions” but neither of them really stuck around long. I was a basketball star and the proverbial “cutest guy in school” so girls were always flirting with me, and my girlfriends were both unhappy with sharing me.
Anyways, these four girls (Uhuva Blumenfield, Tina O’Riely, Alyssa Monroe, and Jeanette Ulahmed) were my closest friends and we’d all decided to go to the same college. Despite my hands-off policy with these girls, as we’d matured I’d noticed how hot they’d gotten and by the time we were all nineteen or twenty I’d begun having fantasies about each of them. Being also a straight “A” student, I decided to give them “help” at private study sessions. However, I wanted to wait to do them at these sessions until they were desperate for the help.
Uhuva was the first to beg me to help her. It was during midterms week when she called me, desperate for my help with studying for her chemistry mid-term. I pretended to be swamped with my own studying, then said, “Alright, I’ll do it, but you owe me.” She thanked me and we set a time to meet at my apartment. I told my roommates that I would be helping someone study and they agreed to be gone when she got there.

The French Life (18 May 2007)

The old Victorian stately home in Loire, France, was owned and run by the Wells family for centuries gone by. Master Gary Wells, a well endowed bachelor, had taken over from his late father in the early 1900s. The home was beautifully large, with 7 bedrooms and four attic rooms for the maids quarter.
Master Wells had lived alone at the home since his father passed away, but now has relatives staying with him. He is now 32 years old.
Wells, with strikingly handsome features and mesmorising eyes, broad shoulders and strong body, has two middle-aged maids living with him. The eldest, 54 year old Edna, is like a mother to Wells. He admires her sincerity and kindness just like his own mother was. They would sit for hours over French wine and bread, and talk about the pastimes with his mother and father. Since Well’s father died, Edna had to the choice to leave the home, but since working there since she was a young girl, she did not want to leave Wells on his own. Edna was a very strict old lady, with a very strong French accent, but she had the warmest heart ever.
Edna’s sister, Juliette, 49, was a bitter old hag. She had joined Edna at the house after her husband had died and could no longer support herself. Edna had no children, but Juliette had a young 19 year old daughter, who was living with relatives in a different part of the country.
The maid’s daily routine would mostly be the same. They would cook, clean and obey every demand that Wells gave to them.
Wells was not married, but had several sexual encounters with girls he had met at banqueting fares. When he was in bed, he often pleasured himself thinking of these times, and wishing how he could touch their young soft bodies again. He would stroke his cock up and down, imagining it was their tight and wet pussies sliding up and down him.
He would often do this at night time, wishing he had someone, but would then forget it about it the day after.
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