This is my first attempt at writing from a third person point of view... It was a warm summer night. The humid southern air cast a shiny glow on the skin of the crowd of teens crammed together in Eileen Becker's house on Elm Drive. High School had just ended, Eileen's parents were away for the weekend and tonight she had every intention of becoming a wom...
Once again I was trolling through adult classifieds search results when I came across this ad: "Sydney Ladies club seeks male assistants for the weekend..." I had to read the ad a few times to make sure it wasn't just wishful dyslexia... This ad was in the "Other" section of a same sex social networking site so I was a little unsure as to what kind of assi...
It was Sunday, the first Sunday where I didn't have to sing at the Cathedral of the Sacred Mother. The Chancel Choir was out for the summer. My first Sunday in six months of no commitments, no waking up early, no dressing up, nothing but sleeping in to my heart's content. I didn't have the struggle with the alarm clock of "to sleep or not to sleep" or my mor...
The room was warm and quiet. We sat on the bed lost in our respective thoughts. We were still fully clothed but as I looked at her, I slowly undressed her with my eyes. She took another sip of beer from her glass. I began to laugh. "Do you remember our first meeting in this motel." She smiled but said nothing. "We had been talking when I grabbed you and pull...
The next time I see him he has shaved his face except for his goatee. And Wow! He looks amazing. He seriously looks 10 years younger and Hot as Hell! I know he probably won't keep it up but I am going to enjoy it while I can. I just wish I had asked to take a picture while he was shaved. When we are playing around that day I cannot stop touching his face....
I'm a single woman and a professor of classics at a well-regarded, liberal arts college in the South. Besides the usual emphases on teaching and publishing, collegiality is rated highly. I spent my first year learning the ropes and getting used to the school's culture, its students, and my colleagues. Nearly everyone was warm, friendly, and caring. I say nea...
I love my girlfriend. She and I have always had a great relationship, great sex, too. We had started out innocently enough, she and I. We were each other's first kiss, first everything. And eventually, we tried almost everything. I was always trying to get her to try new stuff. Oral sex was our first kink, if you are prudish enough to call that kinky. Somet...
Xavier was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn't need it to see, I know my body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed, blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and...
It is 2am. The key turns in the lock, barely making a sound and the door moves inward. The hallway is dark with the only light that being cast from the open door. I move into the hallway and listen; nothing in the house seems to be stirring at my entrance which pleases me, as I maintain the element of surprise. I move quietly further into the hallway, pausi...
Nikki loves sex, always has. She married Tom seven years ago. They have enjoyed a compatible loving relationship. However, she did not marry Tom for his skills in bed; on the contrary, she married him for everything else, and in spite of his mediocre love making. Nikki always had that look. Men know the look. It's that glimmer in the eye and body posture t...