"Wow." The pitch of her voice still surprises you, given her small stature. All you can see is her back- from her black buzz cut hair to her creamy white firm butt cheeks, which are sitting on your belly- so you can't see her expression. "You're a monster." Her voice is as luxurious as her skin, which feels silky smooth against yours. She's referring to y...
"I don't know about this global warming business," Billie Sue mused, taking her tongue out of my mouth where I always want it after she has rimmed me so I can taste myself. "My daddy says it's just left wing b.s. and he's a righteous, Christian man, at least on Sunday mornings. On Sunday afternoons when Miss Samantha lets him in the back door of her house an...
It started with tapas, samplers of Spanish dishes. We were nibbling our way through a small plate of banderillas. Jillian looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm not wearing panties tonight, by the way." I almost choked on a pepper! I coughed and said "You can't be serious. You're wearing a short skirt!" This was so unlike her. Giving me a sly smile...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.] Hi. My name is Ted and I'm a voyeur. I'm not a Peeping-Tom or anything creepy like that; in fact, until recently, my voyeurism had always been restricted to watching strangers have sex in adult videos or Internet porn. There are a couple of videos that my wife and I watch occasionally tha...
I was doing laundry today and started thinking about my underwear and my life. My relationship with lingerie had changed throughout my life, and I started thinking about my panties of there years and how they were a reflection of my life and moods. So I sat down and wrote about it. Not sure if it's worth reading or not, but I thought "what the hell" so I p...
Bill felt all alone in the big city as he moved into a new apartment. He had taken a job at the company's head office. The small apartment on the top floor of a five story block was perfect for him. The first night he sat on the balcony, drinking coffee, watching distant apartment lights going out one by one. He enjoyed the warm Summer night. In the sile...
Christine had returned to the old family home after her husband Harold had been killed in a plane crash. She was an experienced math teacher in her early 30s. Unlike teachers in some subjects, her skills were desired by most districts, including the schools in her old home town. So now she was a well-regarded faculty member at the high school, popular both w...
Jack dawdled over his morning newspaper and coffee. It was a sleepy Saturday in the early spring, and he and Jill had no plans for the day. She had gone to the market right after breakfast, and he was alone for a time. Getting up and stretching, he walked into the master bath and had a quick shower, then dried himself and slipped into his oversized white ter...
At the beach that I go to there is an imaginary line. It starts about halfway to the shore where there is a sign that reads BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS. Yes, the beach has a clothing optional side. But it also has a clothing required side. I'm not sure why a clothed person would pick this beach to go to unless they just want to gawk,...
She was doing it again, tempting me, or at least trying to with her little routine. She is Helen, our new flatmate of a few weeks, and this is the third Saturday morning since our flatmates-night-in-to-get-to-know-everyone- better-Friday – Delia’s idea, not mine particularly, as I prefer to take my time before letting people anywhere inside my life. And now...