The sun was slipping toward the western horizon by the time we made it to the cottage. Our route had taken us a long way out of the city, along winding country roads, up into the wild hills. From there, we had reached the single-track road which followed the shores of the lake for a further dozen miles, before it turned into an almost-impassable track. Half...
Note- Not a true story but an invention of my own, any resemblance to real persons purely coincidental. ***** The Sybian of course was designed as a masturbation device for the stimulation and pleasure of women. The inventor realised that the woman in a superior seated upright position was the best for her orgasm. The barrel shaped saddle seat contains an...
Dr. Linda Murray rolled her head, trying to work the kinks from her neck. She had three more admissions to do, and she was tired. Heading for the second floor unit, she walked by the wall of pigeonholes for interoffice mail. Her inbox looked empty, but she felt the need to recheck it. Reaching deep with her hand, her fingertips brushed something back out of...
"Stretch, two, three, four" the television commanded. "Up, two, three, four; down, two, three, four," relentlessly. I tried hard to follow. The alarm had gone at seven thirty and I'd been to the bathroom then come back for the work-out. But this one seemed to be designed for professional athletes . . . I decided to give up: just where did these people get t...
I do really have a massage about once a month and the therapist is a man. Originally, I thought I would be in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt or something like that, but he asked me to take off as much of my clothing as I would feel comfortable in. Not being an exhibitionist and generally not being entirely relaxed with most of my clothing off, I opted for ta...
I watched Rachel's toned backside as she strode uphill, her shorts pulling tight with each step. It was a good view and I felt a tingle in my cock. I hitched my rucksack up; Rachel had put some extra things in it, lunch she said, and it felt heavy. 'Are you going to tell me where we're going?' I asked. She patted the map that was tucked into her rucksack'...
This is not a sequel to "Summer Camping". It is inspired by the memory of the same girl but otherwise is entirely fictional. Alas, we never hiked. Given that it is not a sequel, I made no effort to compare "Summer Camping" with this story for any continuity errors. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ============= Your mouth tasted o...
"One Slip" by Patricia51 Patricia51 writes great stories. One "One Slip" was the tale of a faithful wife's one-time slip up. There really wasn't anything wrong with the story -- in fact, it's actually very good. So where did P51 go wrong? She didn't do anything wrong, unless you count that she left it wide open for hacks like me to write alternative endings...
She was sitting on the couch, me being close to her on her right. She was lovely in a pale yellow cocktail dress, slightly low cut with thin straps. She wore a pair of olive green pumps with stiletto heels on her bare, beautiful legs. At 69 years old she was a knockout. It was the middle of the afternoon and we sat quietly in warm glow of fall sunlight. She...
The following was written at the request of GW66. It came from the one of the forums on this site as, he and his wife, wondered if anyone would write stories similar to an idea that they found erotic and formed part of their fantasies. He is keen to know what others think of the story and their wish to see a 'faithful husband and wife' idea. I would invite p...