There was much excitement as Robbie stepped off the train and met his host family. It had been a long trip to Amsterdam and then onto the train to meet the family before going out to where they lived. Robbie was a tall gangly 18-year-old full of enthusiasm to see the Old World before he went on to university. Willem and Anneke were in their early 40s and had...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. It's also one of my most treasured fantasies. It's very simple, almost tame, but it has its own kind of depth. Maybe one day I'll find a woman who agrees. And maybe I'll show her this story, and maybe wonderful things will come of it. This is also my first story. You can be sure I'll read every comment. You're n...
The note on the front desk of the youth hostel was simple and brief. 'Picking fruit. Free board and lodging and a good wage. Hours 7 AM to 12 PM. Single rooms, swimming pool. Tell the desk if you are interested and I will pick you up at 9 AM. Pedro.' Kathy was there at 9 AM and there was another tall Swedish boy that she hadn't seen before. Kathy was not h...
It had been a difficult month for our family. My wife was working some odd shifts, and when some other family obligations were factored in, we were both either working, watching the kids, or too tired to do anything else. There had been little time for us to spend together all month, and my wife was thankful to me for all of the helping out I had done around...
NOTE: This is an adult story. If you are not a legal adult in your jurisdiction, please do not continue. If frank depictions of human sexuality offend you, please do not continue. Otherwise, please enjoy. Chapter 5: Oral With one hand Jenny pulled the hem of her nightgown up over her stomach as the fingers of her other moved quickly to find her clitoris....
Sex just keeps getting better. That is not to say that it isn’t true what they say about old age not being for sissies, it just means that along with all the aches, pains and blown joints, there are compensations for those who keep working on their relationships. On personal terms, I mean the sexual relationship between my wife, Honey, and me. I can honestly...
“Do you trust me?” His deep, soft voice whispered in my ear. He was behind me, his hands gently caressing my shoulders and upper arms. Something in his voice made me hesitate. Did I trust him? I was looking at our bed. At the things he had laid on it. There were padded restraints fastened to the corners, a dark scarf on the pillows, and odd shapes under anot...
I stood looking in the mirror admiring my almost naked body, examining it with my hands. As soon as I had walked through the door after work – everything came off - jewelry first, then my jacket, blouse, shoes, skirt and finally bra. As was my custom, I left my panties on. They are simple white panties, similar to what a young schoolgirl might wear. Except...
Waking up slowly on a weekend morning was one of Margot's favourite pastimes. Of course, it always helped having someone in the bed beside her with whom to share the moment, but she wasn't going to let that slight inconvenience spoil her fun. As she felt the warm sun spreading across her sheets, she yawned and stretched, lazily, cat-like. She procrastinated...
The erogenous zones are those points where sensibility is bigger; And caresses can do that a woman become excited faster and more intensely. You must not jump with one to other of these zones, because the entire body is sensitive. It is better to attend to these zones within the erotic games specially. A good idea to discover the more sensitive zones of a wo...