Lena Mid January we arrive, frustration from the train journey tinged with anticipation, teasing and lust only tempered by getting lost on the walk between the station and your flat. You return home from work and are amused to find us huddled together against the cold. Shyly I introduce Katie to you, and you're taken aback by her natural exuberance and enth...
When I woke up early the next morning, Ellen was still sound asleep next to me. As we'd gone to bed the previous evening, I hadn't been sure how the night was going to play out. Last time we'd slept together, Ellen had instigated sex - it's hard to remember after 5 five years - but I think it was six or seven times before we got out of bed late the next mor...
You have the rare day off and you decide to nurture your artistic side and visit the Museum of Fine Arts. This being the Friday before a summer three-day weekend, it is particularly empty this morning. It appears as if the museum, knowing this will be the case, has a skeleton crew of guards on duty. You wander with the sensation that you have the entire gall...
My husband and I love to escape from family, friends, and careers for a few days from time to time, to build and renew our intense soul-mate relationship. It is one of the things we do that has kept our marriage so strong for over six years. Usually, it is a nearby romantic weekend, or even checking into a motel for a night during the week. But this time, we...
I hate working late. Stupid 9 to 5 job is supposed to end at 5! Why did I ever take up a white collar job? Screw the money, office work sucks. I don't care if they've given me my own office; everyone here gets their own office! Admittedly this should only take another 30-45 minutes before I can go home and be with you. I can't wait. Ah well, time to go back...
Connie is twelve years younger than me and has an athletic body with a great ass, firm erect breasts and long legs that seem to go on forever. We have worked together for about ten years and I have seen her through two divorces. There have been many fantasies over these years but one summer, the best of these came true. I had been promoted to the head of a...
MMMMM To wake up to you! Laying there beneath the silky white sheets. I can see the silhouette of your handsome body beneath, see each curve, watching this gorgeous specimen of a man, as the sheet moves up and down with your breathing. I see the form of your hardness in the center of your body, so delectable, that my mouth begins to water at the thought of t...
The G-Spot . . . Or not. * A note to my readers. This story is based on fact. If you doubt that, Google 'G-Spot' and read the results of actual studies—not the many fluff sites. The results of the combined studies will blow your mind. The conclusion of those studies is that the 'G-Spot' is a myth and doesn't exist. Surprised? Yeah, so was I, since I know b...
Peter arrived at the airport just after five on Thursday evening. The plane was on time. He got a coffee and sat outside the arrival gate. Di had messaged him yesterday afternoon looking for a rendezvous for Wednesday evening. He had agreed. She was happy that Brian, in fact, all of the patients were improving. Every day their cocks were getting a little har...
There is a cool breeze coming in the sliding glass doors of the beach house caressing my skin and making my nipples erect. I lay on my black satin sheets, naked except for the white satin g-string with the pussy slit. I have my index finger between my legs through the opening rubbing my clit as my other hand is playing with my breasts and nipples. Mmm, I am...