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Illumination (16 October 2010)

The sun peeked over the horizon with a fierce determination this day, as if it knew today was special in some way. Its rose-hued light began to spread over the rolling hills, bringing to life the lush green grass and the gently swaying trees. Slowly it approached Shorefirst Keep, lighting up the well-kept gardens and the deep, rich color of the wooden structures which stood proudly before the magnificence of the keep itself. Up the stones of the formidable front face of the building it traveled, until it reached a window of the second story. Here it seemed to pause, then smoothly it slid over the window casing and burst into the room with unmatched glory.

Its beauty was not quite enough to draw Liliana's gaze away from where it currently rested, upon the sleeping form of her valiant protector, Varis of Shorefirst. He was quite naked, having apparently stripped and collapsed, face down, onto the mattress in a state of exhaustion. He had not even bothered to pull one of the many fur coverings over him, or perhaps, he was too tired for even that small expenditure of energy. Instead, the large pelts were crumpled beneath his significant weight, the fur crushed beneath his velvet skin. Liliana closed her eyes against the wave of envy she felt. Her ridiculously long lashes brushed against her pale cheeks as she attempted to slow her breathing.

She was perched on a wooden stool in the corner of the room nearest the window she had snuck into. Afraid to move any closer to his bed for fear he would hear her and awaken, robbing her of this most intense pleasure and simultaneously discovering her closely guarded secret desire for him, she sat very still, taking care to not even breathe too loudly. One hand unconsciously moved to her glossy, auburn hair, fingers lazily curling a lock around them over and over. She could feel the silk of her white blouse sliding over her hardening nipples with every breath she drew and released. When she finally felt she had regained enough control over herself to open her eyes, she was delighted to see the sunlight beginning to creep across the floor of the room, making its way to the bed.

If Only I Knew Then What I Know Now (14 October 2010)

As a teenager I was very naive. Sex was something that adults did and was 'naughty' but nice. I was always 'prim and proper'. What an idiot I was. My life changed when I was 22, I was getting so bored with my life in the pokey little town in North Wales that I decided that I had to do something about it. I managed to get a job as a housekeeper working for Jon in the midlands of England. My life changed dramatically for the better. I no longer own any underwear, trousers or shorts, and frequently (weather permitting) wear nothing in our home and garden. I've learned that pain gives me pleasure, so does being naked in situation where people aren't normally naked.

Anyway, what I'm writing about here are my fantasies, what I think about when I'm feeling randy. Most of them centre on the time living at home, and at school; but some of them are about exhibitionist circumstances. I've tried to write them in some sort of order, but to most they will appear very disjointed. Unfortunately that's how my brain works on subject like this -- sorry.

First the times when I lived with my parents and younger brother. My little brother only saw me naked once -- when I was 17 and being given a spanking by my dad for staying out late and drinking with my friends. My brother was 13 at the time and I was mortified at having to strip off and get across my dad's knee. I'd had numerous spankings from my dad before, even having to take my knickers down, but that last night was the worst (or should I say best). As I said, I was mortified, but at the same time I got 'wet' and had these strange feelings. I now understand what those feelings were.

Identity Discovered (12 October 2010)

I like to take a look periodically at one of the Literotica Forums, "Feedback on Amateur Picture Submissions." The attached and inserted pictures are quite titillating and for the most part appear to be pictures of true amateurs and real people rather than professional enticements.

I access these once every few days, and look for new threads that haven't been "worked to death" by excessive comments and resubmission of old pictures, etc. A couple of months ago a new series appeared that really appealed to me. The woman was apparently in her mid thirties, fairly petite, nice boobs, and a conservative look rather than slutty. So, I made a note of it and looked back at it every few days. The submissions were in spurts. There would be lot of pictures over the period of a few days, and then weeks with nothing, and then more pictures, the cycle repeating itself.

I assumed that it had to do with her mood or menstrual cycle, but then I noted in one of her comments the hint that when her hubby was on a business trip she made submissions, but when he was home, she didn't. I also noted with regret that she never showed her face. Sometimes her chin, once her mouth, but she never showed enough to really know what she looked like. Then one day a picture came which had her face turned away mostly, but I could see a little bit of profile and her hair.

BINGO! I recognized her as a neighbor of mine named Abby whom I ogle periodically when she is working in the garden. She is cute, and I could now see that the pictures on her thread matched the general appearance that I could imagine when I saw her in the neighborhood. After this discovery, I was so excited, because now when I saw her in the yard, my imagination could see her undressed like in her pictures on Literotica. Her pictures pretty much showed everything she had, but there were no pictures with her handling herself or with toys or with a male.

I`m Such A Dirty Whore (10 October 2010)


That's what I'm thinking to myself as I let the hot water from the shower cascade over my body. I can't believe what I had been doing for the last two hours; the thought of the men, their hands, their dicks, sends a shiver through my body that centers itself in my sore quim. I don't dare touch myself; just standing here I can feel the throbbing ache that will stay with my abused body. The pleasure of that ache will linger until my husband gets home next week. I wonder if I'll ever tell him about my little excursion.

4 hours earlier...

"My gawd Sue, it's only been five days. How horny can a girl get in that time," Julie asked.

I shifted the phone to my other ear.

"Jules, you have no idea," I started, "since Pete's been gone I've been hornier than ever. I mean every night he calls and works me to a frenzy. By the time we get off the phone, I'm soaked!"

"Do you," Julie paused, "you know..."

I`ll Show You Mine If... (08 October 2010)

This incident began at my local health club in town. I'm an avid racquetball player and had just finished a late afternoon match and was getting ready to head home when I saw this very attractive girl leaving. She was wearing one of those thin summer dresses and had long curly brown hair well past her shoulders. She was leaving with two friends of her girlfriends one a blonde and the other a shorter girl with dark almost black hair. They were all hot and glad my timing had worked out so well. We met at the stairs leaving the club and exchanged smiles. Her smile suggested the teasing for my benefit that she was about to begin. She was slightly ahead of me so she ended up ascending the stairs first giving me a great view. It became obvious to me she enjoyed showing off her tight athletic body. Her dress was short and sheer exposing her long and well-toned legs from mid thigh. I also noticed her hips began to sway more and more with each step we took.

She must have sensed that my eyes were burning a hole in her dress. It seemed like she was trying to tease me with something I could never get a hold of. She also had a serious tan going for her, which is an instant turn on for me. Her tan also gave me another clue as to her true nature. Even though her dress was white with floral print, it was practically sheer. I could see hints of her tan lines, especially since her ass was only a foot away from my face. The show continued at ground level as she was wearing clear-strapped sandals with a slight heal. These kept her calves very shapely and let her toes peak out the ends. She had on a dark brown nail polish that went well with her dark skin tone. She had very pretty feet. All this was having an affect on me and I noticed a tightening around my groin. This chick was quickly getting me aroused. Let me also say that it's not a pleasurable experience to get a hard-on while wearing a jock strap.

I`d Do Anything For Him (06 October 2010)

I had closed all the curtains that day. No wonder he was a bit surprised when he came in through the back door and found the house in relative darkness. Still it was light enough to see me when he came in to the living room.

I walked up to him and kissed him, lovingly and deeply. Immediately his hands went to my waist, but I stopped him. Told him to sit down on the couch. He looked at me puzzled, but did as I asked.

I took a chair from the dining area and sat down on it opposite him. Just to get him in the mood I placed my hands on his knees and moved them up, all over his thighs. I could tell he was already getting into this.

Of course he was surprised. I'd never been like this, but no man turned me on like he could. Just looking at him could get my juices flowing.

When I sat back up I could see his big blue eyes take in what I was wearing. No shoes, a short skirt with buttons up front, a blouse of which I had opened one button too many. If I bent over, he could look right in. And he did...

I bent over again, this time putting my hands on my feet. Slowly moving up, I touched everything I could. Even pausing at my breasts for a brief moment to show him my nipples were already hard. He wanted to touch me, badly, but I told him no. Touching was forbidden until I said otherwise.

I`ll Show You After Work (04 October 2010)

I work in an office where I am one of the younger guys there and I am definitely on the casual side as far as dressing goes. Alot of the guys have to go out on sales calls and therefore do the shirt/tie thing, but my job keeps me in the office and also involves carrying stuff around so I usually wear either jeans or cargos and a t-shirt. Naturally like many young guys I sag my pants a few inches below the waist of my underwear, which gives people an occasional peek at whatever undies I'm wearing that day. Lately my lifting weights has been paying off so I started wearing those tight ribbed t-shirts from Structure to show off my progress.

My office is very straight but there is a comfortable, locker room familiarity among the guys, especially this one young Hispanic guy. He is very physical and usually greets you with a hug, headlock or something. We have a whole nonverbal thing going on whenever we talk or pass each other, there will be nipple tweaking, belly patting, bicep feeling or something going on. The touching sorta escalated when I started wearing those tight t-shirts over the summer, when he could tell that I'd been working out and was getting bigger... we'd have conversations about lifting and stuff, and he'd check out various parts of me while we talked about it.

There's nothing sexual about it really, I know he's totally straight and I'm not attracted to him anyway even though he's pretty good looking. I just think of him as a buddy.

I Wasn`t Supposed to See Her Naked (02 October 2010)

Her bush was very sparse, her breasts small, but there were more curves to her usual stick-figure frame. This was not my favorite tackler in football, my ace hitter in softball. This...this soft, pink-nippled little thing...was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I had to know if she was real.

Stealthily, silently, I stretched my arm through the door and reached toward her, but was interrupted by a voice calling her from outside her room. It was her boyfriend! I flattened myself against the wall, but quickly discovered I had a good view of the room by way of her mirror. I watched breathlessly as she pulled down his shorts, revealing just how glad he was to see her.

She knelt before his throbbing young manhood. Over the years, I must have seen hundreds of cocks in locker rooms, but seldom had I seen one like this. It was long- she could barely hold it in both hands. It was so fat her fingers did not meet. And it was rigid as only a young man can be.

I watched mesmerized, my shame and fear of discovery overcome by my fascination at watching these two perfect looking youths. They clearly knew each other intimately. The way her tongue curled expertly along the flap of skin beneath the head of his cock suggested that she was a more than expert cocksucker. She obviously knew just how he liked it. I felt my own manhood throb wishing it was my cock she was licking. I tried to look away, but could not. Her nipples seemed to stare back at me, daring me to breathe.

I released my cock from my pants. Her eyes bulged in surprise at my girth. Her friend was still unaware I was watching. I hefted my meat in my hand, teasing myself by tickling the same spot she was licking.

I Was Bored (30 September 2010)

It was one of the first nice days of spring but I was bored. My wife wanted to get out of the house so we used the excuse of shopping for a skirt or new pair of shorts for the summer. She has been pretty ambitious about getting back into shape and last year's things don't fit anymore.

My wife had always been a bit of a flirt, the kind of woman that seems to always have a circle of people around her. Now she was looking good enough for one of her friend's husbands to point it out. In front of his wife. That was his mistake and his story. Mine has a happier ending. I found a $7 cure to boredom.

While I checked out the hardware store next door she had purchased a new skirt. She wanted to put it on before we left the parking lot. Shyness created a minor thrill while she was changing in the car. She was going to keep her thong on so I decided to complain about the heat in the car and open my door. She knew what I was up to and still went through with it. The people in the parking lot couldn't really see her that much better, but they would at least know what she was doing. We had played a few games like this in the past and I knew she was proud of her body even if she was a bit shy about showing it.

Outside the car at our next stop I guided her between the cars for a minute. She was confused until she felt my hands heading up her skirt. Before I even got to the thong she had figured it out. My wife was trying to ask me what I was up to and look around to see who was watching while I lifted each foot and slipped the thong off. Her new skirt was only halfway up her thighs so she wouldn't really be in trouble as long as she didn't bent over much. The wind was a bit gusty so she sure felt different but kind of liked the freedom.

I Want You (28 September 2010)

Jasmine waved goodbye to everyone before she exited from the back door of the restaurant.

She had taken no more than a few steps in the direction of the bridge when she saw Rowan in the shadows leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette watching her interestedly.

For some reason being this close to him made her heart beat erratically and she urgently quickened her pace. Unknown to Jasmine, Rowan had tossed his cigarette to the ground and silently walked up right behind her.

Suddenly, Rowan roughly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She immediately turned around to face him.

"What is wrong with you?" she shot at him irritably as she desperately attempted to free her wrist from his grasp.

"We need to talk." He replied, ignoring her question, as his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.

"I don't think so." Jasmine replied coolly, turning her face away from him avoiding his eyes.

Rowan breathed out a sigh of frustration.

"We need to talk." He repeated urgently pulling her towards him.

She turned to face him "About what???"

"Us. What's going on between us." He stated seriously, his dark hypnotic eyes boring into hers.

I Want to Taste You... (26 September 2010)

You've surprised me with a trip for Valentines Day to New Orleans to stay at "THE CORNSTALK". You happen to know this is one of my biggest fantasies and wanted to fulfill it for me. We arrived about 2pm got our room, had some early dinner out so we decided to go see the French Quarter Nightlife. We've just passed a bar on Bourbon St. called the ABSINTH INN, it's the place I'd told you about earlier so we go in to check it out since I hadn't been there in many years.

It's dark & dank, there is a band playing inside and as we walk in we hear the sultry yet jazzy blues seeping through the smoke filled tavern. We are sitting down at a table watching the band. I'm wearing a black skirt and top without a bra or panties. As you're leaning over kissing me you notice other guys looking at us and instinctively put your hand on my upper thigh.

About 2 minutes later you see the guy at the next table looking down my top. You asked him what he's looking at and he says a great pair of tits. I'm wondering if you will take that as a compliment or kick his ass. You jest with him jokingly asking if he would really like to see them, and he returns a quick "yes". So you take my breast out right in there at the bar and I suck on my nipple for a just bit, stop kiss me deeply and wink back at him as if to say "sweet tit dude"!

I asked you if you were going to offer to share some of it and you said "nope". But as your lips hit my ivory mountain, your hand went up my skirt. Mmmmmm as you are doing this you realize how horny I am and how much you want me and it can't wait until later. Especially after finding that I'm wet very WET indeed. You then turn to the guy and tell him I'm soaking wet giving him a evil grin and you kissed me deeply & passionately letting him know I was yours.

I Thought My Wife Was Masturbating (24 September 2010)

I had been gone for over a week on business. My job requires me to travel quite frequently so I am on the road almost as much as I am at home. I wasn't supposed to get back from this particular trip for another six days but we had handled things so quickly that I was coming home early. I decided not to call my wife so I could surprise her by coming home and whisking her away to a romantic dinner and a night of passionate lovemaking.

I pulled into the driveway at a little before six and walked inside quietly trying to delay the surprise as long as possible. I expected to find Beth where she could always be found after five o'clock on a weeknight, plopped down on the couch watching TV.

When I got there, the living room was empty. Her car was in the driveway so I decided that she had to be upstairs either soaking in the bath or taking a nap after a long day.

I quietly made my way up the stairs. I looked down the hall towards our bedroom and saw that there were clothes scattered on the floor. Beth always seems to be dropping something so I just assumed that she'd been carrying the laundry down stairs and some of it had fallen out.

I began creeping down the hall trying to avoid all of the creaks in the floor of our old house. As I got closer to the bedroom door I heard the easily identifiable moan of my wife. I knew that moan quite well; it was a moan of pleasure, sexual pleasure.

I Should Just Come Out and Say It (22 September 2010)

So they call me over. I'd just gotten divorced from Acacia and was pretty lonely. To say nothing of horny. Lily knew about the rough time I was going through and invited me to dinner. Thought it was nice of her. I'd never met Ryan before. She always spoke so glowingly of him, though, he was bound to be a nice guy.

Lily had quit the office some months before, and though we'd spoken and written during that time, this was the first time I'd seen her. She looked much calmer, much more serene. And dressed in a snug sweater and jeans, she looked quite cute. I hadn't noticed the ampleness of her bosom before. She had grown her hair out just a touch, but it still barely grazed her neck.

Ryan turned out to be very polite, but somewhat withdrawn. Maybe it was just his nature, or maybe he felt out of place with another man in the house who was close to his wife. We had some interesting conversation over dinner, particularly about his job and the structural engineering of Gaudi's masterpieces, and then we retired to the living room.

There I received the night's big surprise. Lily and her husband sat next to each other on the couch. I was across from them in a comfy wingback. They just looked at each other for what seemed like an entire minute, with a smile playing up and down on both their faces as if they were sharing a private joke. Lily's face being more excitable. I started to feel uncomfortable just as they broke their gaze and she turned to me somewhat excitedly.

"So, I guess I should just come out and say it. We think it would be really hot if you and I had sex."

Dan and Donna Take Advantage... (20 September 2010)

Dan met her while he was an under graduate at Nebraska. He had finished his military commitment in the Army after taking his ROTC commission, entering as a First Lieutenant. He had risen to Captain, lately commanding a small unit of Special Forces. Dan had decided that he wanted to get his career on the fast track after leaving the Army so he took advantage of his GI benefits and entered Nebraska on an accelerated Masters Program. He hoped that by keeping to a tight schedule and limiting his social activities that he could get his MBA in 18 months instead of the typical two years. He fully expected to enter business in a management position, given his military experience and education.

Dan stood just at or slightly under six feet, had a good build given his active life, had what could be called, 'rugged good looks'; he never took himself for being 'handsome'. Just an average, fairly good-looking guy, is what he considered himself to be. At least women didn't find him to be at all distasteful.

When he walked into the student union that night, he was stunned by the beautiful blond that was holding court there. Donna was in her second year at Nebraska and was having the absolute time of her life. Coming to the university from a small farming community she was thrilled with all of the social activities that were available, not to mention the availability of men. Donna was surrounded by admiring friends when Dan walked in and she was impossible to miss.

Donna stood five feet two inches tall, weighed 108 pounds and packed a lot of woman into that frame. She had a beautiful face, vivid blue eyes, wonderful smile that she bestowed on just about everyone around her, and a figure that attracted men like an open bar attracts drunks. And that is exactly the way that Donna intended it to be. She took great care to make sure that she was noticed whenever she went out. She never lacked for a date to any social function. Donna liked her men - lots of them, and she took great pleasure knowing that she made each and everyone one of them lust for her. Donna did not intend to settle down with one guy for quite some time.

Dan introduced himself to Donna, entered her life and pretty much changed her mind on that score...to a point.

Damsel in Distress (18 September 2010)

Lil and I, we had a game, a high stakes game of risk. We reveled in the drama. Nobody ever knew, save a few souls who we let witness. We did not play it often, only when we needed a lurid adrenaline rush.

On Thursday afternoons, at 5:15 pm to be exact, the 405 would come through Canyon Junction on its was to Caribou Crossing laden down with its assortment of box cars, coal bins and flat beds of steel. The boys in the yard affectionately referred to all the engines as "she". All except the 405, for it was a beast of a machine unlike the others. It was designed for one thing- to do the heavy lifting of transporting nation building freight. To the boys, the 405 was respectfully called "He". Its freight was so heavy that when the 405 passed out of town and up the grade into the mountains, it could never get up much speed until it crested the hill, turned the bend and reached the plateau, leveling off before the next incline. That would be at 5:30 pm. That would be when it would release its wrath.... and no other engine could do what the 405 could...

It was just half way across the plateau that we found a path down from the road side above to the ten foot wide strip of land between the hill side and the tracks. On the other side of the tracks was another ten foot wide strip buffering the tracks from a cliff leading to a three hundred foot fall. The hill sides, dotted with rich evergreens and fresh air was where we played.

Lil was my girl. We had been together ten years and were thoroughly committed to each other. She was spontaneous and daring, always one for adventure and a quick thrill. Recently, Lil had been begging me to play again. It had been at least several weeks since our last time. I was a bit anxious believing our luck was running thin. Then she gave me that sexy little smile that I always found irresistible, the smile that said 'I promise, you will not regret this, and I will not let us get harmed'.

Damn It`s Hot! (16 September 2010)

Last summer was one of our hottest here in history. A whole lot of sun and very little rain. Dry, dry, dry. So when our A.C. broke, I nearly went nuts. It was almost a week before anyone could get out to look at it. I just couldn't wait that long. I'm a wuss, I know, I sure should have been able to wait, but damn it! I just didn't want to.

I had packed a bag and was heading for our local motel when I had an idea. The neighbors son was an A.C. guy. I'd seen him fixing theirs many times. I ran next door to see if I could get his number and as luck would have it, John, his father was home. Mary, the wife, don't really like me much. I guess it's because her husband and son spend a lot of time near the shrubs separating our two properties. I have six foot hedges surrounding our property and it is difficult, not impossible, to see through or over them. I have, on occassion, rewarded them for their efforts.

John opened the door in a pair of Scooby boxers and looked as if he might have been working out or something. He was covered with sweat and was looking very good. I gave him the same up and down look he was giving me and was not ashamed in doing so. I was wearing a light silk blouse that is really meant to have a vest worn over it. It is very sheer and with very little effort, you can see right through it. I also had on my favorite skirt, it is pleated and looks like a school uniform, but isn't plaid. The pair together look very nice, just enough showing that everyone looks, but can't really see all they want to.

I waited until his eye's reached mine before I started to speak, asking him if his son could help me with our A.C. he informed me that theirs was out as well and that he had planned on coming over today to fix it. Giving my best sad look, I asked him to see if Brad, their son, could look at mine as well. He again looked me up and down, telling me he would see what he could do. Trying to seal the conversation so that he wouldn't forget, I played with the hem of my skirt, while thanking him.

Dallas, TX (11 September 2010)

I was seated in the lounge waiting for you to come down from the room that I had told you to get at the Crowne Park Central in Dallas. The hotel is shaped like a triangle, with three glass elevators in the center. The lobby was split into a lounge area, a dining area, and the front desk and business area. I was seated at a table with a view of two of the elevators, waiting to catch a glimpse of your arrival.

This was our second outing of this fashion. We had discussed the thrill of exhibitionism many times, but only last month had we acted on this sensual form of foreplay. It had been in New Orleans and had seemed mild compared with the partygoers who crowded the city streets of Sin City.

Now we were in Dallas to re-ignite the passion that we had felt when we discussed the possibility of you being exposed to strangers. Just the idea of others being exposed to your charms was enough to make my cock begin to grow inside my slacks. I glanced impatiently toward the ninth floor where I knew you were preparing yourself for our night out.

There you were, on the walkway that extended from the rooms to the centrally positioned glass elevators. You press the button and I see that the elevator closest to my table is responding. I see the glass enclosed lift approach, slow and stop where you have disappeared from view.

You have prepared yourself very well from what I can tell from my vantage point. I can see the long flowing silk dress that I bought you for this occasion. It is a bright blue color, full at the hem yet tight around your small waist and large breasts. The long slit is hidden from view as you fall toward the lounge in the glass encased box.

Daily Grind (09 September 2010)

Scott smiled to himself as he stood on the platform, latte in one hand, free paper in the other. Five mornings a week he would climb aboard the same tube train to get to the same place of work at the same time of day. Life was monotonous everywhere other than in his head.

But in his head, anything could happen, and most days on his way to work, anything and everything did happen. Scott would pick a random woman from the tube carriage and imagine what he would do with her if she were his. This morning he'd already picked his victim while still on the platform. Long blonde hair, 5ft 6, around a size 12, she was wearing a grey suit with 3 inch heels that accentuated her bare, tanned, toned legs. She looked every bit the prim and proper business woman, apart from those bare legs and a cleavage most women, and men, would die for. Her breasts looked rounded and full, just how Scott liked them. He imagined that she had a naughty, rebellious streak; today's fantasy would be fun.

The tube pulled into the station and the frantic boarding procedure began. Scott stayed fairly close to his chosen one, not wanting to give the game away that he was interested, but not wanting to be so far away that he wouldn't get the opportunity to touch when the train jolted to a stop at the next station.

Sometimes his encounters were brief. He never knew how far his fantasy woman would be traveling on the journey. He'd enjoyed women who had got off at the next station, and others who'd stayed on for the full ride; three whole stations of lust filled imagination. Most mornings Scott would get an erection on that tube train. The tightly packed compartment would mean his bulge was easy to hide. But the ache would stay with him, even after the woman had left the train and he'd also disembarked and walked the 10 minute journey to the office.

Czekhia Case (07 September 2010)

It happened in Czechia, a nice small European city full of visitors spending their money on resorts, almost a year ago when all my mates and I were having our holiday there. All those mountains and the bright sunshine could make everyone go out for skiing on all those snowy slopes. As a rule, there were always many visitors of any sex and age who liked being there very much. After long rides most people liked going to sauna-houses to be warmed up with hot streams of steam in the chilly evenings. At that resort the sauna was common for both men and women that seemed odd at first.

One day though, I was bored around noon and I didn't know what to do. I went there to relax instead of skiing like a madman. I left the hotel room, leaving all my friends and our loving girl friends who had been drinking and partying the previous night. When I got out of the bed I hardly felt it as I slid on some bottles scattered on the floor and I knew that they were going out in the mountains in their boozy woozy condition. I prayed to God for them not to get into trouble.

Thank God, the sauna was close to the hotel. The sauna was wooden and very comfortable with benches everywhere and all you wanted to do was to sit on them and relax. When I entered I was too lazy to even breathe. I planned to be alone there as all my party was going to be on the mountain in the cold as every one else that was there. There was no one else there and I got undressed fast by my locker when suddenly I saw a young girl of 18 entering. My first rush was to cover myself, because I didn't want to get into trouble with anyone. I didn't know what that country's laws were and could be in deepshit over the situation. She looked round, saw I was the only person there, and stood at the locker next to mine and began undressing without a shadow of confusion like it was usual for her. It was so unusual for me to see that a girl could act like that especially at her age. She wore a long thick sweater and dark tights and she just started taking everything off - right in front of me! Only a blonde could do such things and she looked the part. Of course, anyone would want to get undressed, because it was too cold outside.

Cynthia Shows All (05 September 2010)

I excused myself from the table and my insufferably boring date and went to the restroom to clear my head.

I wove my way through tightly packed tables full of the beautiful people, all dining on tiny portions of tasteless but chic food that costs more per plate than the gross national product of several third world countries.

Escaping the crush of delicately eating humanity, I strode quickly to the restroom and sat on the luxuriously appointed couch. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and did my best to gain some serenity.

It was one of those awkward, silent dates with a friend of a friend. Therese, our mis-matchmaker, had probably suggested Geoffrey-with-a-G because she thought he would ground me. He had no sense of humor, no personality! He was attractive enough, but that just didn't do it for me.

I slid my heels off and curled my legs next to me on the couch, trying to bolster myself for the next few hours of stilted pleasantries. There had to be some way for me to salvage this evening. My hose were riding up my ass, and the crowd in the dining area made the room uncomfortably warm.

Inspiration!

I stood, grabbing my shoes, and walked through the empty restroom into the last stall. I slid my hose off my legs, put my green heels back on my feet, and stuffed my hose in the trashcan on the wall of the stall.

Cyber Cheat (03 September 2010)

So here I am, Jennifer "Jenny" Jackson, 36 years old, great job, tanned skin, blonde, very good looking, single woman with long legs, fine, tight ass, big, full lips, a nice pair of 34D's that seem to attract attention everywhere I go. And what am I doing? Sitting in front of a computer screen in a private chat room with a 10 inch dildo stuffed up my pussy talking on webcam with some jerk-off in New Jersey who probably works at 7-11. So this is where my life has ended up? It did not start out that way.

Thinking back I can remember how it began. Mark was a wonderful man who lived with me. He was so tall and strong with the body of a god. And so funny and caring and full of life. Closing my eyes I can still see he wash board tummy straining with exertion as he thrust inside me, harder and harder. My orgasm growing. A scream beginning deep in my throat as the feeling of the coming powerful "O" began to over take me. Then more screams as I thrust my hips upward to meet him. My fingernail digging into his back. My heels locked behind his knees. His breath coming hot against my face. Then both of us exploding in an earth shaking duo-orgasms.

But the great fucking all came to an end when he came home one day with a brand new computer he had bought at Comp USA. I recall vividly the conversation as he set it up in the spare bedroom.

"You are going to love this, Jenn."

Dubiously, I replied, "Do we really need this?"

"Oh yes. There are a hundred things you can do with it. You can keep your bank balance on it. You can email or chat with your friends. It's going to open up a whole new world for you. You're gonna love it."

Over the next few weeks I did learn to use the computer. I set up an email box at MSN.Com, found that for only a few dollars on my credit card I could download music, and even discovered MSN Messenger where I could chat with my sister, Terri in Chicago, as well as a few friends. But, frankly, I could live without this thing taking up room in the spare bedroom.

Curt, the Naked Man of Gallatin (01 September 2010)

Curt's journey began simply enough, he just had no idea where he was going to end up. Curt was a normal guy and he took very little real notice of his body. It was an OK body, nothing particularly special. He rode his bike everywhere so he had great legs and buns of steel. His arms and chest were fit but he did no special work on them; well except for pumping up for the mountain bike tournaments that he liked to enter. So he looked good but he was no Lance Armstrong or anything like that.

Curt undressed for showers and to get back into his clothes mornings and nights, but other than that he was always clothed. After all, wasn't everyone? Curt noticed the cut and definition of the musculature of his fellow competitors, and he did not spend a moment or two in front of his bathroom mirror taking the time to compare his physique with any other guy's.

One day he heard a stray comment, that is, overheard an off hand remark from Zack Dillingham to the effect that with Jake's superior calves and thighs he would be one of the front runners of the Great Smoky Rampage. This particular race was one of Curt's favorites and he expected to take the prize this year. Jake certainly did not have superior thighs to his.

Curt went home that night and stripped bare in front of his full-length bedroom mirror. Curt stood straight at the mirror, then turned to the right side and then to the left. Curt realized that while he was not in love with his own physique (he knew some athletes became narcissistic) he realized he was quite well formed. Muscular, but not overly so; his skin smooth and nearly hairless, up and down his legs and back, his chest sported a light sprinkling of curling reddish hair, his cock and balls prominent but not overly so.

Cure (30 August 2010)

"You really have to want it yourself?"

"I do! Otherwise I wouldn't say it."

"And when you want to start with it?"

"Soon. Next weekend?"

"Okay. Yhen I have some time left to arrange some things."

"What kind of things?"

"All kinds of things I'll need. Photo, video and more of that."

"Where will they be processed? I don't like to know that they all see my..."

"No no, don't be worried. Video is ready at the spot and the photo negatives will be sent to a discrete lab. So many are processed there that those people even don't look at them."

"But you know what's the deal! If it doesn't work out once in a while you mustn't start nagging."

"Yes yes, but you too mustn't start stopping. Like me you have to keep strictly to the deal. Or it's nonsense to begin it at all."

"I did promise that, didn't I? Don't be afraid."

Curbside Parking (28 August 2010)

There he was in her car. She wanted to stare at him. To touch him. To explore him. She hadn't wanted to let go after that first embrace in the airport. It was just as she had imagined. The way it felt to reach up and wrap her arms around his shoulders, his skin against her cheek, the pleasant smell of him that came off his sweater--not too strong--just the way she liked it. And then there was that first kiss as they faced each other, eyes meeting briefly before lips followed lightly opened for the teasing of tongues.

But now she had to concentrate on driving. She didn't drive in the city often and though she knew the way to the hotel she had to pay attention.

The warm moisture she felt in her crotch reminded her of her panty-less state. She poorly suppressed the grin that played on her mouth as she reached into her pocket. They had talked about this and she couldn’t wait any longer.

"Here. I have something for you," she said as she put the little wad of fabric into the palm of his hand.

Watching the traffic she managed to see him out of the corner of her eye as he opened up the blue thong. She could see his thumb caressing the lace before he lifted it up to his face and breathed deeply.

Cum For Me Slut (26 August 2010)

She arrives at the airport a few hours before he does. They had already agreed to meet at the hotel instead of her waiting at the airport. At the front desk she informs the clerk that the other party will be checking in soon and gives his name, instructing her to give him his key when he arrives. She gets to the room and being slightly nervous she goes to the bar in the corner and pours a drink. Sipping it slowly she moves over to the bed to unpack her things. She's humming slightly to herself and decides to put on the radio. The sounds softly drifting in the room make her start to sway with the beat. She thinks back to how long they have known each other.

How well they know each other... the thoughts and feelings they have shared makes her feel closer to him then any person she has ever known. The alcohol is starting to warm her... to calm the butterflies in her stomach. As she thinks more about the different conversations they've had her mind drifts to the many discussions on sex and she feels the warmth start to gather... and a heat starts to build. She wonders if he will make her body respond as quickly as his voice can. She wonders and then realizes that of course he will. The feelings they have for each other are strong and knowing that soon she will be in his arms and they will finally be together and alone makes her very happy... and horny.

She glances at the clock and knows that his plane will not land for another hour. That gives her plenty of time to get out her toys and relieve the urgent need that is building quickly. She wants to be in control when they are finally together. She removes her clothes... takes a long drink out of her glass and stretches out on the bed... parting her legs her fingers find her clit and as her fingers start to move... to rub against her... she moans out loud. The other hand reaches for the dildo...
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