It was an incredible dream she was having... Her body was reacting to his touch...melding with his fingers...on all fours, her hips moved back against his insistent fingers as they slipped in and out of her drenched heat...she felt yet another sweet explosion building, beginning to spread over her entire body – but then he began to slow his thrusts! “No, no...
Peter had a secret. Even if he had told anyone else, who would have believed him? Moreover, why on earth would he want to share this secret? Peter's favorite spot in the woods next to his home, was under the large willow tree. This was with good reason, because on the evening of a full moon, that was exactly where the nymphs would visit. They were a group o...
Have you ever been to a party...Drink in hand, chatting with pals..and feel a surge of electricity run down your spine almost like someone touched you? You turn around, but no one is there? You brush it of with a shrug and turn back to the conversation...a few minutes later you feel it again.. you run your hand across the back of your neck...you turn again...
I first met Karen at a swinger's party that my wife and I were hosting. I was tending "bar" in the kitchen, and Karen was sitting alone and sipping a drink, not really engaging with anyone else at the party. It was kind of an odd way to behave at a swinger's party, where everyone is presumably there to hook up, to some extent, so I started up a conversation...
Niki returns from the kitchen carrying a bowl of warm, soapy water and a flannel. She has taken off the leggings, socks and running shoes leaving only her pink, cotton nickers and a bright green T-shirt advertising a band he's never heard of. But John hasn't heard of any bands in the last 30 years so he pays no attention to that. He does pay attention to her...
When I got a new job at the University of Sussex, my family couldn't joint me at once, so I rented a flat in the centre of Brighton while looking around for somewhere to buy. I'd heard that Sue lived in Brighton, with her husband Robert, who taught in the Economics department; I hadn't seen her for well over twenty years, scarcely since our brief affair when...
This story is dedicated to a friend that has become very special in a very short time. * It's late when I show up at my friend's house; not at all in the mood to party. He'd mentioned he had an English friend visiting, though, and that he thought we might hit it off. He knows I never could resist an accent, something different. And he's right. As I walk...
Smiling to myself at your closed eyes, I rub my cheek softly against your chest, curling myself closer around your warm body. When that yields no response, I flick my tongue gently out and run it over your nipple, scratching my nails delicately across your waist. You chuckle softly and those beautiful eyes open halfway, smiling down at me. I beam at you an...
In another place and time you said to me, "I want that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around me again." I smiled, agreed heartily, and nodded mostly to myself. I've never forgotten that moment, those words, and the way they made all of my nerve endings tingle with desire for you. It's all about want, isn't it? Want and timing, but that's another matter ent...
Simon had been at Andrew's house all day, the two eighteen year olds had been hanging out shooting air rifles in Andrew's spacious garden. The pair walked out of the hot summer sun, and into the cool kitchen of the generously sized four bedroom house. Andrew went to the fridge to pour them both a drink, and swore as he saw that there was nothing but milk to...