*KNOCK, KNOCK* The steel door of the inside state room emanates two sharp beats from the guest service clerk on the other side. The single woman in the room opens the door only slightly, peering around the door to make sure it's her expected visitor. He gives her a beaming smile when he sees her eyes peering just around the edge. When the identity is confir...
Having disposed of our clothes and rushed through the preliminaries, I bury my face in your sex. It's hot, sweet and very musky smelling - a sure sign that you're fertile tonight. Slowly licking the place where thighs, labia majora and taint come together, I move in to your swollen outer lips and tease them with lazy figure 8's up & down the sides, then acro...
"It's Time" the e-card says. The nearly nude figures on the cover give me the context -- but no details. Since its noon on Friday, I've got 9-10 hours to be curious, pre-occupied and titillated. By 3 o'clock I give up trying to get any work done and opt for a workout, which is not made easier by a constant state of arousal! By the time the Towne's join us f...
Take Off: G-Spot In The Sky The evening flight from New York to Tel Aviv was full as usual. My lover Kim and I had feigned a business trip from our spouses and were on our way, 6500 miles away, from peering eyes. Well, the ten plus hour flight would have lots of peering eyes, but we were determined to begin our journey by joining and rejoining the Mile High...
My name is Howard Duncan. I am 19 and am about to begin my second year at the local community college. I am preparing for a career in civil engineering and the community college is an inexpensive way to get my first couple of years of college. I am writing this at the request of Susie O'Connell. She wants my perspective. I met Trish Jones through Susie O'Co...
Disclaimer: All rights to the characters, objects, etc. are owned by CE Webber, Sydney Newman and the BBC Network. ***** Martha Jones was sitting in her study reading the newspaper. She turned down her low jazz playing and listened carefully. In the distance, a groaning and thud could be heard. Martha couldn't believe what she was hearing. She grabbed her...
My name is Jim. Celeste, my wife of thirty-two years, and I are almost exclusively ass fuckers. Anal intercourse for us is not a once in a while event, but our preferred method of expressing our deep commitment to and love for each other. This is for a very simple reason. Celeste would openly tell you that the weakest orgasm she experiences when I am in her...
Come, my dear Larisaa, to Southern California. Come to this lotus land where we will wander and explore and play. Come bring your Siren voice and lead me astray. Come here and let us incarnate our words into the flesh. Come here for your Muses' inspiration. I long for the moment when--after you have been kissed a thousand times and a thousand times more--y...
CHAPTER 2: She Learns Fast On Giving Me Pleasure Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at age of 71. Through out my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could ever want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I played the sex game with these many wonderful women...
I watch him watch her. Her thin, lithe body twists and rolls around the pole, long auburn hair swinging with passion. Through the smoky air I see his eyes are hungrily focused on her, and I follow his gaze to see perfectly glossed red lips revealing a sultry white smile. A horny grin spreads on his face as she kneels down to wiggle her perky, large breasts i...