I have never met Nancy. Emails and messages were all we ever exchanged. They had always been intelligent, provocative, risqué, loaded with double meanings, but so far, not very graphic. These were the fodder of my fantasy and fantasy is the fuel of masturbation. That was the task now “at hand”. (Pun very much intended.) The house was quite. The windows in t...
Holding his hand, she guided him into the spacious bedroom, then locked the door and stood there surveying him in the semi-darkness. He could just make out her dark hair flowing down her shoulders and he caught a whiff of her shampoo. She moved closer and he could see her eyes gazing through his with such an empowering intensity. "You're gorgeous," he knew...
It wasn't her nudity that first caught his attention as she waded into the surf. After all, it was a 'clothing optional' beach, and very few failed to exercise that option. It was her hair, he realized, the red of her locks making a sharp contrast with the green of the sea. "Like the painting by Gauguin," he thought, almost voicing it aloud, and he saw her...
Hands and knees pressed into the fluffy white rug, and wearing only an appetite for adventure, Stacy awaited his arrival. Within her small perky chest, a sensation of giddy lightness pulsated to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The air against her naked skin felt warm and still. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the sun's rays hotly caressed her round, twitchi...
The meeting with the Regional Director Thompson seemed interminable. I couldn't concentrate on the issues at hand, but found my thoughts straying repeatedly to Kate. Whenever she came into the room to bring us paperwork or recharge our coffee cups, I had to work hard to avoid looking at her legs; part of me wondered if she needed to pee, and I suppose I was...
George knew that his wife Manda was a bit of an exhibitionist. Both had enjoyed nude beaches, but it seemed to him that she was particularly enthusiastic. Then there was that time he had noticed her exposing herself to a handyman in their backyard, although he didn't think she realized that he'd noticed. It just seemed to him that this was the tip of the ice...
There are autobiographical parts to this story, and parts that in hindsight I wish had happened. *** This is a story about me as a young (late 20s) and naive man and my encounter with a significantly older woman (likely late 40s or early 50s). I was an audit trainee employed by a major accounting firm in London, Ontario, Canada, and was assigned to perfor...
You have been so sweet, and I have decided that I should do something really special for your birthday. I had thought of baking a cake, but then I would have to decide if it should be white or chocolate...then there is the frosting and the clean up, such a mess for just a cake, it hardly seems worth the effort. The idea of buying one crossed my mind, but aga...
My proposal to Amanda was simple: because it would give pleasure to both of us, the two of us should cooperate in a program which would result in a subtle, but real, transformation of her body. Amanda's body was already very pleasing. Because she has a rather small, compact frame, her body has the enticing charm of a fruit in danger of passing from ripe to...
Hi again all you people out there! Bob again… yeah yeah... I know you people are sick and tired of my own introduction time and again. But what else can I do… but this, just to try and get some attention? Anyway, I’m adding the last few sentences from part 2 of which this story is a continuation. I’m providing this so that you people get an vague idea as to...