She was my first and last great love and passion. Her name was, (is) Elizabeth. We met when she was 19 and I was 26. We met at a club I worked at that summer. I was a musician and she came into the club one night with a girlfriend to hear the music and dance. I first noticed her near the bar talking to her friend. When I first saw her I felt something I had...
Her afternoon of wild sex with her mom had just about worn Maggie out. The only problem was that she had promised Jim that they could fuck each other tonight, and he was going to be more than ready after his afternoon at the pool, where he worked as a lifeguard. He'd said before how hot some of the girls were and in his capacity as lifesaver he regularly cam...
She felt certain that he had been flirting with her for the past few days while he painted her house. It was really nothing much more than warm friendliness, when she really thought about it, but there was always a slight glint in his eye when he was addressing her. And if she was honest with herself, she had flirted back a tiny bit, enjoying a little attent...
"So, Laura," Aria said. "I saw you reading porn earlier today." Laura barely glanced up from her phone as her face began to tinge with red. She made a noncommittal hum. Her and Aria's boyfriends were in the room as well. They had the TV on, playing some sitcom Laura wasn't really paying attention to. She was playing a tower defense game on her phone. Her...
They'd met a few days ago and the attraction was as strong as they'd both hoped it would be. Paul couldn't keep his eyes off her luscious body and Susie had totally fallen under his spell. Tonight was the magic third date and this is where our story really starts, in a restaurant near her home. The flirting over dinner was stronger than ever; innuendo was f...
"Thump...thump...thump." My fingers tapped out a steady rhythm, which was muffled by the heavy white tablecloth. My eyes took in the expensive restaurant; crystal wine glasses, intricate silver ware, along with hand-carved figures decorating the walls in rich mahogany wood. I had already been to the bathroom where instead of stalls, separate little bathrooms...
You could hear his moans from down the hall, although we weren't sure if it was from pleasure or pain or both. We figured if he were in pain, he would holler out using the safe word, unless his pleasure was the pain itself. You see, we work for a...'fantasy camp', if you will. Only it's no ordinary fantasy camp. We DO make fantasies come true, but they are...
Much has been written about purposefully setting up the wife or girlfriend to be voyeured so that the husband/boyfriend gets a rush, not to mention those lucky enough to see her. But what about saying nothing when she is ALREADY unknowingly displaying her goodies, with no intentional set-up on the part of anyone? That amounts to the same thing, but, for me...
Ronda stood by the window, peeking out the curtain. Her boyfriend Mark had been out of town for two weeks, and he was due back any moment. The anticipation was killing her as she thought of the plans she had for their afternoon. When she saw the pick?up pull up to the curb, she turned to Matthew, grinning from ear to ear. “He’s here,” she announced. “Alrig...
DISCLAIMER - All people and events described in this story are fictional, and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any characters involved in sexual situations and voyeurism are 18-years-old and over. I intend to write most of my stories in the past, and this one takes place in 1993. I hope you enjoy it. ***** STEVE COLLI...