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Interrogation Room (29 January 2011)

I walked into the squad room and found her sitting there. She was wearing that skirt and those shoes. What was she thinking? Where did that thought go, the one I was attempting to conceive? Where is my time? Her thought was easy to comprehend, we had talked about her shoes before. We has decided to take it slow. We had wanted to make life easier. But here she was. The color of her skirt was teal, the coolness it inspired produced a false sense of security. And her blouse white with a lacy demure camisole beneath, keeping pervasive eyes from more then they needed to be aware of. The white shoes were tall and sleek with a sling on the back grasping tight to her.

"Hi, Bobby," she said.

"What are you doing here?" I could almost sense all the squad room watching her approach me.

"I came to see you." She stood so close to me, I could smell the lavender in her hair. She smiled taking my hand. "I missed you. I have been laving messages."

"I have missed you too, sorry I have been working on their case." I waved the case file in front of her, part of me hoping that I would wave away the feeling I had started to the at the pit of my stomach and hoping that it would keep her looking at the growth occurring in my pants. "Do you want to talk?" I heard myself say. I had the D.A. on the way. We had a woman in the lock up ready to take a plea and all I could do is imagine what it would be like to run my hands along her legs covered in white hose. She wore a garter to hold them up, I learned that the first night we met.

Internet Exposure (27 January 2011)

I've been married for years to the love of my life, Jessica. She owns a local dance studio and is typically petite and fit. She is embarrassed about her tiny A cups, but I try to keep her self esteem up, as I love her tiny, natural breasts, and they help me with one of my favorite activities. Over the years, I've discovered that I love the unintentional exposure of my shy little wife. I have the most luck, rarely when her blouse and padded bra falls away when she bends over. Rarely some unsuspecting bystander by will get a glimpse of her tiny nipple. A couple of years ago, she accidentally flashed a buddy of mine and a cab driver while we were on a trip and I discovered that it turned me on big time. I don't know why.

She really is quite shy, and there is no way for me to replicate such and event. I'm left with my memories of her tiny white boobs hanging/pointing down, her little pink nipples pointing to the ground while her bra gaped and her wide shirt collar allowed my buddy to have about a ten second view without her knowledge.

I've finally realized that she will never willingly show off. As an outlet, I started taking photos of her without her knowledge. Lots of full length shower photos, some of her nude while getting ready, all taken on the sly without a flash. I did manage to get a few explicit shots about 4 months ago when she passed out after a party. I got the shots I'd always wanted. The close up pussy, the breasts with face head on etc.

It wasn't long before I found a web site full of like minded guys. Many would brazenly post their wife pics, face and all and the other guys would give opinions, and discuss the photos. Actually having people give opinions on my little wife's body is a new idea to me. I liked it.

Interlude at the Movies (25 January 2011)

I had often heard the guys talking about feeling girls in the movies, but I had never believed them. That is until one afternoon during my annual holidays at Blackpool. It had been raining all morning, I had read all the papers, and I did not fancy lazing around the boarding house. So I took myself off to see a movie, with the express idea of seeing whether I could find a girl to feel up. Because it was late in the season there was not to many people around.

As I entered the darkened theatre, I paused to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. It was a quite a small theatre, with only about twenty-four rows of seats down the length, and twelve seats across the width. The seats were split by two isles, to allow access. So, the layout of the theatre across were two seats, the isle, eight seats, the other isle, and two seats. As I looked around I could only see five people, two young couples sitting in the back row, and a woman sitting over on the far side, sitting on the seat closest to the wall.

I peered through the gloom trying to see whether she was young or older. From the distance I was from her, there was no way I could tell. I hummed and hawed at the back of the theatre trying to make up my mind, whether to approach her or not. Oh, stuff it, I said to myself. I came out to feel up a girl, so go and do it.

As I came closer to her, I could see she was a little bit older than I had first thought; she was obviously about thirty five to forty. I began to have doubts about my plans, and stopped, putting my left hand on the back of the seat next to her.

She must have caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, because she turned and looked up at me. I was so embarrassed and flustered at being caught by her I mumbled.

"Is this seat taken?" She must have got quite a shock seeing me there because she replied.

Interesting Trip (23 January 2011)

It had been a long day at work and I was glad to be finally going home. You had told me you were on your way so I waited patiently at the corner for you. We had been sending teasing emails back and forth all day telling each other all the things we wanted to do, so I couldn't wait to see you. I wanted to know if you were as hard for me as I was hot for you. I saw you approaching and couldn't help but smile. "Come on were going to miss the train," you say to me as you walk past. I pout and move to catch up to you since you haven't even stopped. No kiss, no hug, no nothing. We walked down the stairs and through the barriers to our platform where the train is just arriving. Grabbing my hand you pull me onto a crowded carriage and we negotiate our way through the passengers to the back wall.

I turn from you and look for something to hold onto as the train jerks to an abrupt start. There's nothing nearby to hold onto and in these heels I'm pretty sure I will fall over. Suddenly your hands appear around my waist pulling me back against you. I feel your hard cock against my ass and wish we weren't on the train so I could take care of it for you. I move slightly to try and turn around but your hands around my waist keep me in my place. Turning my face towards you I whisper, "Don't you want me anymore?" I don't even get the last word out before your mouth comes crashing down on my exposed neck. Thankfully the sounds of the train and the other passengers are enough to cover my sudden gasp.

Your mouth licks and sucks on my neck driving me wild. As you continue to have your fun one of your hands moves from my waist. To any other passenger on the train it just looks like a loving embrace. But your other hand is working its way up the back of my skirt. I can feel your fingers on my thighs trailing higher to my dripping wet pussy lips. I had been thinking of you for hours and am more than ready.

Exhibition (21 January 2011)

I've never been a very modest man. You could actually classify me as full-blown voyeur, a peeping tom. I have the added infliction of enjoying removing my clothing when people don't exactly expect it. It only took a couple of visits to the local holding cell for me to realize that this was one urge I would keep suppressed. I used to be married as well. One of my best memories of time with the Old Fossil (we had such dear names for each other) was a trip we took to Paris together in the early 80s. All the fashion houses were coming out with their wacky undergarments, and the Fossil and I strolled down the Rue Sous-le-Bois, she admiring the lacy curtains in the windows and I the lacy brassieres and corsets of the nubile frenchwomen inside the curtained establishments.

We had no children. My wife saw the way I admired the young curves on the schoolgirls that walked home along our street. She didn't understand that I was in my peak; I was still not that much older than the high school kids. When we married, I was 22 and she was 31. She had a home and had been in the same job for almost 8 years. I was still eating Cheetos and playing Atari on my days off. Anyhow, we married in '79 and divorced in '89. It's now '99 and I've had plenty of time to develop my penchant for unsuspecting subjects. The other day I hit upon my personal mecca.

I had been invited to some gallery opening at the local museum for a travelling Monet exhibit. Lots of posh people stood around sipping champagne and exclaiming about the divine this and the gorgeous that and those lovely, darling little whatevers. I blindly circled the rooms, looking through the paintings and guzzling the Moet. In one of the last rooms a woman in red caught my eye. What a cliche, but she radiated. I was probably 20 feet away, watching the back of her head as she animatedly told the group of men she was in the midst of some titilating story. Her hands helped weave the tale, her drink almost spilling out a half dozen times. How long did I stand there watching her? She threw her head back and the most addictive peal of sultry laughter rang through the room. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up in a smile, which I quickly hid behind my glass.

Exhibiting Wendy (19 January 2011)

I have been trying to get my wife, Wendy, to be more of an exhibitionist. She is a gorgeous curvy women 5'4" 125#, beautiful auburn hair, fair skin, who always turns heads. We are both mountain bikers, so her legs and ass are lean and tight. Her 36D breasts have small light brown areolas and very large nipples. She always wears low cut tops and dresses with no bra that show off her breast. When she wears a dress, which is most of the time, she rarely wears any panties. Sometimes people have caught glimpse of her changing while in a changing room shopping or changing clothes outside while camping, but these have always been accidental exposures. I wanted her to purposely exhibit herself to someone.

This past weekend my wife and I were staying in Hyatt hotel a couple of hours south of where we live. We had made an agreement that she would do anything I wanted her to. So when we packed I brought one of her shortest skirts and this little sweater she wears as a cover up over top of some of her summer dresses to keep her shoulders warm when it was cool. It is rather small, so if she ever buttoned it up it would be pulled tight across her breast.

As we sat by the pool drinking some rum that afternoon I told her my plan and we rehearsed what we were going to do. She was surprisingly receptive to my idea. I thought she would be more apprehensive than she was. That night after dinner we left the hotel and I drove around for a while looking for a convenience store with a young man working the counter. When I found a store that suited my needs I pulled into a restaurant parking lot just down the street and parked.

I took the sweater out of the back seat and I started cutting off all the buttons. I forgot to bring a scissors, so I had to cut them off with fingernail clippers. It took me a while to get the four buttons cut off. While I was cutting off the buttons Wendy took off her dress, which left her sitting naked in the passengers seat. There were a few people walking in the parking lot, but I don't think any one noticed. When I finished Wendy put on her skirt and the sweater. The sweater was a joke; she had to hold the sides tightly in front of her to keep her breast from breaking free.

Executive Decisions: Going Up? (17 January 2011)

“I’m so glad you invited me to lunch, Madie. I’ve lived here my entire life and have never eaten at this hotel. I’ve heard the food is phenomenal.”

“Well, it’s not like we get to see each other often and since I’m in the Bay for this freaking meeting, I couldn’t resist treating you to a meal here. J, I do apologize for it being so late in the day. I had to close the meeting. Thankfully it all went very well.”

“This is good. I know how hard you’ve been working on this project. Besides I’m so happy to spend some time with you. So give me the scoop. What’s up with the mystery man? Will his identity finally be revealed? Or are we all to stay in the dark forever?”

“I can’t believe I haven’t told you-“

“Told me? You have kept this a secret for what? Six months? You tell me you’re involved with someone online and then you meet him in person. But do I get details? Nooooooo.”

“Oh J. I promise to tell you everything.”

“Everything? Wait hold that thought. I’m just getting into the elevator. I’m already starting to lose my signal. We’ll have to finish this conversation when I get up there. I can’t wait to hear this story! When you’re finished I’ll tell you about my elevator fantasy.” Laughing, J stepped onto the elevator her phone cutting out just as she walked passed the doors. Looking from side to side for the panel to select her floor, the outer walls showed her surprise as her reflection greeted her. Locating the panel on her right she looked for the roof button. As she reached out to push number 21, the doors began to close. J winced when a hand reached in and got squeezed. The doors automatically pulled open.

Exchange at The Mall (15 January 2011)

Annalisa dreaded going to the mall even to shop, let alone returning something. It needed to be done, so Saturday she decided she would go and make the exchanges. She was forty this year, and despite her age turned heads on men of every age. Her boys were grown, and she had always taken good care of herself. It was a dreary day, the roads were slushy and the air was crisp, a horrible day to be out driving. She was dreading how packed the mall was going to be. The parking structure was pretty full, but thankfully she pulled in and was lucky enough to be right behind someone who's white reverse lights came on. She stopped and backed up a bit and waited with her turn signal on for the spot which was very near the entrance.

As she imagined everyone was at the mall attempting to escape the dreary cold outside. She decided to make her exchanges and get a quick bite to eat before heading home. After lunch she was walking out, bags in had digging in her handbag trying to find her car keys. At the same time her mind was wandering about things she needed to do once she was home. Due to her distraction she nearly ran over some guy window gazing at one of the stores. Without looking up and with a coy embarrassed voice, she apologized and continued the quest of looking for her keys in the bottom of her bag.

Just before reaching the double doors to the outside she found her keys, as she turned to push the doors open with her back she heard an unfamiliar male voice call our her name. She paused and looked around towards the mall looking for the person who called her. Walking toward her inquisitively was a very good looking man, who looked oddly familiar. She backed away from the door and took a couple of steps inside towards the man who was now closing the gap between them. It was about two more seconds before she realized it was Henry.

Evidence (13 January 2011)

He watched her, though she tried to keep her movements hidden. When she thought no one was looking at her, one delicate fingertip would trace the bruise on her wrist that only he knew was concealed beneath the long sleeve of her silk blouse. Her half-closed eyes betrayed none of her thoughts but he knew her too well – the slight shift in her breathing was all he needed to know that she re-lived each moment of the night before. Keeping his gaze directed at her face, he placed his drink down on the tabletop with deliberate carelessness, the sound of that impact shattering her trance, instinctively drawing her eyes up as her hands fell apart. He felt regret for a moment as she controlled herself quickly, and he hid his disappointment as she murmured a response to another in the crowd. Never before any other eyes had they shared these dangerous things, yet some part of her longed to have it known, wanted them all to see the evidence of his passion engraved in her living flesh.

He joins her on the sofa, his hand sliding up along her spine so casually, knowing how sensitive her skin remains after one of their special encounters. As his fingers brush over the collar of her blouse their quest is rewarded with a shudder so slight he could feel it but no one else in the room could have seen any reaction. He touches, there, at the nape of her neck again and senses the pulse of her heart growing in tempo. His hand wraps around her slight neck, grasping firmly for just an instant, only long enough to hear her sharply indrawn breath. Rewarded, his smile sports an element of satisfaction. Now he knows she will find a way to draw him off. She can no longer deny the craving for his touch, the way he has forced her to need.

Everybody Has Their Price (11 January 2011)

This is an older incident that happened when I was very young, only about 26.

I was living with a cute little redhead named Patti, she was barely 19 at the time. Patti and I had one of those relationships where we were either screwing like bunnies or fighting, it seemed.

We were completely and totally sexually compatable, but both strong willed.

Patti had a close girlfriend named Sarah, she was a cute brunette, same age. She and her boyfriend Chuck were regular fixtures around the house.

To help understand this story, you need to know that I was in business at the time, and could best be described as well off. Most folks made around $10,000 to $15,000 a year back in those days, I was in the close to $75,000 range.

So I always had a pocketfull of money, a well stocked bar, and goodies around. There was a lot of traffic in and out of our house.

One warm summer evening, Patti, Sarah, Chuck and I were sitting around talking, beanbag chairs all pulled up in a circle, some Cat Stevens music on the tape player, candles lit, incense burning..

The conversation came around to hookers and Sarah made the comment that she didn't see how anyone could do that for money.

I mentioned that if the money was right, anybody would!

Well, that started a minor argument, I told her that I would bet that I could find her price!

Patti was grinning, with her the price was easy, all I had to do was tell her to strip and she would! Patti loved sex, and we had already had a lot of experiments as a couple, flashing and some threesomes..

Eva in the Bois (09 January 2011)

It is almost five o'clock on a Friday afternoon in late spring. Eva, having finished the day's work, scrupulously tidies her desk. Then she gets herself ready to leave. When everything is prepared, she slips her feet into practical, flat-heeled shoes and puts on a white trench coat, buttoning it carefully to the throat and tying the belt loosely at her waist. Then she leaves her office.

She says goodbye to the matronly receptionist in the outer room.

"I'm leaving now, Thérèse," she says.

"Have a nice weekend", says Thérèse, smiling.

"And you too," says Eva.

As she walks through the corridors of the cramped publishing house, Eva sees that most people have already left. She wishes those few who are still at their desks a good weekend as she passes them on her way downstairs. Then she walks to the station and takes the metro to Porte Maillot.

***

The carriage is crowded, but she finds a seat. While the swaying, squeaking train is passing through the black tunnels, she studies her reflection in the window glass. She sees a woman past thirty - not ugly but not a beauty either. She thinks her eyes are set just a little too closely together, and her nose is a bit too long. She has always thought this.

Her hair is black, cut in a short bob. Sensible. Not a style to attract attention.

She is, she thinks, unremarkable. She is happy about this.

Eva studies her reflection, musing, until the train arrives at her destination and she gets up to leave.

European Spa Performance (07 January 2011)

I checked into the hotel around 7 pm after a long flight. The hotel was similar to a Holiday Inn in the USA but definitely with a German flare. I put my bags in the room and then strolled downstairs to check out the facilities. There was a spa and indoor pool off from the lobby. I walked in to see how it was. Very nice. Unfortunately it closed at 10 pm and I had plans to meet some friends for dinner.

The next morning I woke at about 5:30 am due to the time change jet lag. Then I remembered the pool. I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and headed down. When I got to the pool I noticed through the window to the exercise room a very cute gal on the step master machine. She looked to be about 5'6" with short reddish hair and brown eyes. She was very cute with a hard body. She wore a sports bra and spandex shorts. She was sweating up a storm in there. Across the pool was another gal. She was also very attractive. She had longer hair and her maid's uniform on, but she still showed a lot of body. She greeted me with a smile and said good morning. I couldn't keep from watching these 2 and I was getting hard. I decided I'd go shower off in the adjoining spa.

I entered the spa and started stripping down to shower. There was no curtain, so there I was semi-erect and showering. A minute later the cleaning lady walked by. She stopped and stared at my cock for an instant then looked at me and said, "Towel?" I said, "Yes, please." I was so aroused by being naked with a complete strange woman. She cam back and put them on the bench in front of the shower. At that point, I was so aroused I started to do something about it. I slowly stroked my hard-on while relaxing in the shower. As I listened, I heard the cleaning gal just about 10 feet away mopping the floor in another section. As she got closer, I got hotter. My erection was standing at a good, thick 7 inches. My balls were swollen and heavy. I pumped the whole length of my shaft slowly hoping she'd see me there. Just then the exercise gal walked right by me.

Escort Interview (05 January 2011)

Tazmin walked into the job interview, as well prepared as she had ever been for any interview. She had a copy of her resume and references from all her previous employers. She hated the fact she was yet again seeking employment, and was hoping this was really going to be the job for her.

She was excellent at selling, her mother said she could sell sand to the Arabs, and so Tazmin had both faith and confidence in her ability to sell just about anything. A friend had recommended she phone and get an application form, it had been so easy and now here she was. sitting in a small waiting area, waiting her turn to be called into the small plush office.

The receptionist was not unusual, a fair quite beautiful girl who had fine features and well manicured hands,. A feature Tazmin admired and loved to see on a lady. The name plate said receptionist Shelly Stephenson.

“its your turn now Miss Bequeath, just knock and go in” Tazmin raised from her chair and walked calmly into the office . A tall elegant well dressed man beckoned for her to sit. “Would you like anything to drink?” he asked Tazmin. “Yes, I would like a glass of water, if I may” she replied.

“Now let me see” he replied, “you come very well recommended, have you ever sold this type of service before?” he asked.

“Well actually I have worked in telly sales for the past 7 years and I feel confident I can make the transition.” She eyed his face for signs of interest. He was a good-looking man. Neat, well groomed but the next thing he did took her completely by surprise….“stand for me will you” he asked. She was confused, but didn’t want to fail at such an early point. Tazmin stood. “Walk over to the plant and turn slowly for me will you. “ he asked. She stood, dropping her bag onto the floor and walked as instructed over to the plant. “You are a size 12 I think” he asked. “Yes, I am”. She was now completely confused. She turned slowly for him, aware that she must look nervous, but she stood tall and walked with confidence back to her chair which she sat down on .

Erotic Fantasies Come Alive (03 January 2011)

About 17 days ago, I had a conference out of town. As it happened, 2 of my closest friends live in the city where the conference was to be held. So I decided to spend the weekend with them once the conference was over.

The conference ended up being extremely boring & a total waste of my time. So by the time the weekend came along, I was ready to kick my heels off & have some fun.

Arriving at Carina & Logan's place a little after 4pm on Fri, they quickly ushered me upstairs to my room & told me to get ready.

"For what?" I asked.

Logan laughed & Carina gave him a look.

"Ok guys," I said, "what's going on?"

Again, Logan laughed. This time Carina pushed him out of the bedroom & closed the door behind her. Carina smiled at me & proceeded to tell me that the three of us were going to go out for dinner & then coming back to their place for some drinks with friends.

"Oh that sounds like fun. But what was Logan laughing at?" I queried.

Erotic Displays (31 December 2010)

We were enjoying a day off, doing one of our favorite things. Driving, sight seeing and spending time together. Getting out of town and forgetting about daily life was always a time for renewal, and a chance to catch up with us and our relationship. Our travels took us through wine country. Gentle rolling hills and farmland, the weather couldn't have been better. We stopped mid morning to put the top down and enjoy the sunshine and the wind rustling around. The sights, sounds and smells of the countryside were invigorating and put us both in a playful mood. Dressed in a soft cotton sundress Lisa looked as lovely as ever sitting beside me. Her hair flitting about her as she lay back in the seat. Her legs were always appealing and I would often give her a gentle caress there, as a loving gesture.

Today it was more playful than usual... a tease. Sly smiles were exchanged. Moments passed and I noticed her hemline had raised some from when I'd touched her last, I hadn't noticed how this happened. Looking out of the corner of my eye, she must have noticed my glance. "You're enjoying the view... hmm?"

"You know I am, but it does make it hard to pay attention to the road," I replied. Off of the back roads and onto the highway to get over the hills, we found ourselves back in traffic.

"We'll be out of this soon, don't worry" I reassured her. It was only a few miles to the exit we wanted, taking us back to the countryside and away from the hectic pace of the interstate. A truck driving in front of us slowed our progress and I changed lanes to pass. As we slowly came around, Lisa's legs must have attracted the driver's attention from his height above us and it must have looked quite nice. He tooted his horn, we both looked to find him grinning, obviously thrilled by his view.

Erotic Beats (29 December 2010)

As I unlocked the door my body went from beaten down and broken after a long days work to revived and excited as your words from this morning echoed through my head.

"I've got something special planned for us tonight"

I tossed my keys on the hall table as I entered a little puzzled by the silence that met me.

I checked each room, a little disappointed that you weren't in any of them, I pulled the clip from my hair and shook my head as I headed to the bedroom to change my clothes and strip off the last remnants of the long shitty day I had.

I smiled as I entered; there on the bed was some clothing laid out for me and a note placed on top in your handwriting.

'Meet me here...Wear this...I love you.'

I jumped into the shower and blew my hair dry, leaving the long brown locks hanging in loose curls over my shoulders. I stepped into the bedroom and took the first piece of clothing off the bed.

I didn't recognize any of it. I smiled as I looked at the top, skirt and little pair of underwear that I was to wear as I thought of you shopping for me. I slipped the top over my head, it was a dark blue tank top style with thin straps. I took note of the fact that you didn't include a bra in the pile. I looked down at the silky and stretchy material as it teased the soft skin of my bare breasts.

Erin on the Beach (27 December 2010)

The beach we drive to is on the north side of the island of Kauai. Having visited it several times before, it is one of my favorite places on earth. It's semi-secluded so it's never very crowded, and on previous visits, I've seen some occasional, discreet nudity. I've told Erin about how beautiful this beach is and she can hardly wait to see it and spend an afternoon tanning under the warm Hawaiian sun. My Erin is the love of my life. As lovely and sexy as any woman I've known. Her petite little body never fails to excite me even though she has always been rather shy about showing it off. She never wears anything too revealing or provocative in public. Even now, as we park the car and begin the short hike down to the beach, she is all but covered with a large, oversized blue t-shirt, which reaches more than halfway down her thighs.

Soon we reach the trail's end and walk out onto the hot white sand. Sparsely populated as usual, there are no more than two dozen people here, scattered along the 1/4 mile stretch of beach. Erin is awe struck by the beauty of the place, and she moves close to me, and I take her in my arms, and we kiss.

We find a spot on the beach some distance from any other people, and spread our blankets out on the sand. I remove my shirt and glance at Erin, who pauses, meets my eyes, and gives me a slightly nervous, but sly (naughty?) smile. She then grabs the hem of her oversized t-shirt and pulls it off over her head in one motion. What stands before me makes my jaw drop and a shiver of excitement rush down my spine. I feel two quick pulses in my loins. And as happens so often with Erin, I feel myself fall instantly in love and lust with this exquisite creature. Noticing the effect she's had on me, and knowing she has captivated my attention, she is emboldened and any nervousness in her posture melts away as she proudly displays herself in a bikini much tinier than I ever imagined she would wear in public. It is a deep red that glows vibrantly in the sunlight. It consists of strings and small triangles and though not obscenely small, it's daringly so The fabric it's made from is tissue-paper thin and is stretched tight over the small portions of her body it covers.

Eric`s Christmas Present (25 December 2010)

The next thing I knew, my younger sister Kimberly was pulling at my arm and whining at me to get up. I opened my eyes and blearily looked around my bedroom. 'My God!' I thought, 'It's still the middle of the night.' Actually it turned out to be five o'clock Christmas morning and I felt like one of the undead.

My stomach was so nauseous I felt as though I would barf any second and my head was pounding with pain and felt twice as large as the Goodyear blimp. "Go away," I muttered as I pulled my arm loose from my sister's grasp and then I laid back down and shut my eyes.

"Sara! Please get up!" Kimberly shouted, sending shivers of pain through my aching head. "Santa's been here and everyone is waiting downstairs for you so we can open the presents."

I sat up and moaned, "Oh God. Why me? You go on, I'll been down in a minute."

"Oh no," my sister complained. "I'm not falling for that old trick. Mom said I can't open my gifts until you come down."

And she began yanking on my arm again. "Alright already, I'm getting up," I finally acquiesced fully realizing that Kimberly was not going to leave me alone until she had accomplished her task. "Just give me a minute, will ya?" I pleaded.

On top of everything else going wrong so early in the day, I found I had absolutely no memory of how or when I arrived home from the previous evening's festivities. I was wearing a robe that I didn't recognize. It must have been one of Vicki's.

Epicurean (23 December 2010)

I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf—downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don't belong here alone, this wasn't my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can't get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones—and I'll be damned if I don't want them all. I know there's an off switch in my damned head somewhere, if I could find the thing...

What is so compelling about the flesh? It's spread out on the sand in front of me, and I want to roll them all up and take them, keep them, little pigs in their blankets, squealing and squirming and delicious. I've never seen so much skin in one place, masses of bodies, mountains of flesh, rolling titty hills and valleys of cunt.

There's no shame or hiding here—there's the wide-bottomed mama and her two toddlers playing in the sand. I can't take my eyes off the way her ass dimples as she sits, and I know her plump, hairy pussy must be kissing the sand as she leans over the rolls of her creamy, full belly, her dark-tipped breasts becoming another roll in the pile as she laughs and pats her daughter's little behind. I want to crawl under her, to be buried under the mountain of her body.

The sea of flesh shifts and moves. They remind me of seals in pack, some of them, college girls, sleek and brown, their bodies oiled and rolling together for maximum exposure to the source of their heat. God, it's fucking hot. Sweat is rolling down my lower back and there's not a damned thing to soak it up except the towel under my bare ass, growing damp beneath me.

Enyu (21 December 2010)

Jenny takes one last drag on her cigarette and exhales a combination of smoke and mist. The warm smoke within her and the cold air around her provides the bracing affect she was hoping it would. Hunched down into her parka, she tries to reduce the bite in the wind. Though ineffective, the bite does not really bother her too much. She flicks the butt away and closes her eyes. Mark is standing in front of her when she opens them.

“What are you doing out here, Jen?” He flashes a smile and her pulse quickens.

“You know I like the cold.” She smiles back. His grin always brings a grin out of her.

“Yeah, and you know the cold is no good for your muscles. Get inside and be careful.”

She rolls her eyes as his ever-present protective side comes out. “Yeah, I know the speech. Thanks, Dad.”

He grins at her again. But there is something else behind it, this time. His eyes look her over, and she knows how he is imagining her. She starts to blush. “Go back inside and be wonderful tonight, ok, hun?” She closes her eyes again and sighs. When she opens them, she is alone again. She heeds his advice and walks back inside.

Entertainment at the Beach (19 December 2010)

I have often been at the beach and noticed a guy looking me over really well or staring at me. Girls have a sixth sense about these things. Often times the guy appears to be looking at something in the distance behind you but he is actually looking at you. There are also guys that seem to be scanning the beach as though they are looking for someone but their eyes keep passing over you again and again. Then there are the strollers; these are the guys that keep walking past where you are laying, over and over again. One time he will walk past you on the right then a minute later you will notice him walking past on the left. Before long he walks past again, only this time he is going the other direction past you. Sometimes guys are not so subtle and they just sit and stare at you. Some guys will watch you until they realize that you have spotted them and then they look away from you and turn their attentions on another possibly unsuspecting girl.

If I am laying on the beach and I notice a guy looking me over I try and assess what he is looking at. I mentally check how I am sitting and that my bathing suit is not out of position. If I am sitting in a position that does not seem sexy to me and my bathing suit is covering me properly then I have to assume that the guy is just attracted to my looks. I find it very flattering to have a strange guy watch me because of my looks and not because he thinks that he can see a part of my body that he is not supposed to be able to view.

There are, however, times if I find the guy very attractive or sexy I may want to show him more than he should normally see. You know, just a glimpse of more cleavage on a peek at the lower portion of a hip. I am very choosey about who I expose myself to. I am not averse to allowing a guy to get an eye full of what he wants to see if I am in the mood to show it to him. More often than not, I am in the mood to show myself off but only to guys that appeal to me.

Entertaining Everyone (17 December 2010)

I had wanted to take my partner to a strip club ever since I met her. She is very open to being with a woman and I thought this would be the ideal way to see how far I could push this fantasy for us both.

Let me describe Tash, she's 36 years old but god she looks no older than 26 or 27. She's got a very fit body size 8 and is toned and is tanned all over, she has a real slutty look about her and she really knows how to dress to show it all off. When she goes out she always draws approving looks from guys and envious looks from other women. Let me describe her a little bit more, she has short very straight black hair which when looks amazing against her dark smoky eyes. She has a totally shaven pussy which is always permanently wet and hot, my favourite though is her ass it's very full but not heavy. She's has amazing tits with the most fantastic long hard nipples on top that get hard almost all of the time.

There is very little that Tash and I haven't done yet, she loves me to cum on her face, she loves anal sex and has let me fuck her outdoors while someone was watching. Our sex life is varied and interesting just the way us guys like it.

Well OK this is how the story actually went down. She was out on a bacholorette party and all the girls were dressed as bunny girls, Tash looked amazing in her black Basque, frilly black tutu, French knickers, stockings and my favourite black 6 inch heel shoes just looking at her made me want to cum in my pants. She'd been out in Blackpool all day from 10.30am and when I picked her up in Manchester at 11 she was looking horny as fuck and she made it pretty obvious early on that she was up for anything as she groped my cock in my pants in full view of everyone as we met at the train station.

Enjoying the Female Form (15 December 2010)

Missy and I have a great marriage. The neatest thing about her is that we can talk about anything honestly and openly. One of the things that she has been able to accept about me is that I love the female form more than anything else to look at. In art, movies, plays, ballet, or any other place, I just love the female form. I have always enjoyed going to the beach or any other place that allows me to see female bodies. I am an amateur artist and photographer as well. I have a ton of other hobbies of fishing, camping and exercising as well, but Missy has been patient and understanding about my fascination with the female form.

We met and fell in love towards the end of college. Early in our relationship she noticed that I really liked going to the park, going to the beach, etc. where I could people watch. She noticed that there are certain types of girls, clothes, and activities that I really enjoyed. As we talked about these things I told her about my fascination of the female body and the power or influence it has in our society. She kind of scoffed at this comment, which spurred on a whole deep discussion. One of the examples I gave her is a close friend of Missy's, Kimberly that is very popular with guys. She is attractive but not drop dead gorgeous or anything. Missy has commented before that she has never understood why guys go after her so much. I used Kimberly as an example of a girl that understands the power and influence of the female form. I told her the next time we were with Kimberly I would show her what I meant. We kind of left the conversation at that point, as we had to run off to class.

End of Season (13 December 2010)

Hand in hand they stroll along the corniche towards their usual place. He is tall, muscular, dark with a hint of five o'clock shadow. She is slender and small, blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. He is early thirties, she perhaps five or ten years younger.

They find their secluded spot towards the end of the beach and spread a blanket on the sand. He sheds his denim shorts, she steps out of her bikini bottom. Naked, they lay facing each other, hands caressing bronzed skin.

The onlookers begin to arrive in ones and twos. Mostly men, ranging from a teenager to several with greying hair. There are also two couples. All are naked. They form a ring, some kneeling or squatting, others standing, always keeping a respectful distance. Seemingly by agreement, they leave a gap so that the afternoon sun can find a path to the couple on the blanket.

The man props himself on one elbow and reaches for his partner's breasts, teasing the nipples into erection, dark against brown skin. Her hand descends to her groin, rests lightly against shaved lips. The male onlookers stroke burgeoning members. The only sound comes from a distance, people playing further along the beach, splashing in the waves.

After a while, the man rolls on to his back. The young woman takes his flaccid penis in her hand, watching intently as she works on it with long, slow movements. Her grip is gentle, with only minimal contact, but it has its intended effect. Satisfied, she bends her head and kisses the tip. He is large; not enormous but now fully extended can be seen to be some twenty centimetres in length and sturdy in girth. She takes it into her mouth, cheeks hollowed, lips formed into a sensual O. Her head rises and falls. The man rests his hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place for a moment, two thirds of his shaft engulfed. When he releases the pressure the penis emerges glistening with her saliva.

Doctor Feel Good (10 December 2010)

It isn't easy to write about this, but I have to get it off of my chest and there is no one I trust to tell. So this is the only way to get it off of my chest.

About a month ago, I came down with this terrible cough. I tried all of the traditional medications that one can find over the counter, but none of them seemed to relieve the tickle in my throat.

Finally, after a month of hacking and coughing I decided to go see a new specialist in town that everyone I talked with recommended. His name was Dr. Jonathan Goody. I called his office to see how long it would take for me to get an appointment and was surprised when his receptionist told me that he had an opening the following day.

"If you can get here for two o'clock, then he will be able to take you right away," she said in a very pleasant voice.

"Yes, I can make that, I'm sure," I choked out as my throat began to tickle once more.

I counted the hours after I woke and as soon as the clock hit one-thirty, I headed for the doctor's office.

The waiting room was crowded. I thought 'I'll never get in at two.'
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