She lay restlessly on her bed...the freshly laid white sheets long since crumpled by her tossing and turning...the light duvet, also crisp white in colour, kicked ruthlessly away so that it now lay half at the foot of the bed and half bunched on the floor. The room was heavy with thick humidity...no air being able to provide respite from the heat, despite th...
With no classes today, I went to the library to do some writing. I found an empty terminal and sat down but the chair was uncomfortable so I looked around and spotted an empty one in the back next to a coed. I'd seen her earlier when the librarian helped her access something on her computer but thought little of it at the time. When I sat next to her, I not...
This is a True Story. Jean and I are both of Legal Age. I started work at the Hotel when I was 14. Helping in the Dining Room as a bus boy. Jean, the Hostess, was my brother's best friend's mom and she was also the mother of a girl in my senior class homeroom. She was attractive, sexy and curvy, and had a lovely southern accent. Every Saturday night her hus...
Lucy was pretty. Pretty will serve you well in life. It makes childhood fun and easy, grade school sweet and pleasant, high school smooth and friendly, and college as graceful as college can be. As age wears at you, the magical effects of pretty evaporate. Lucy was no longer young. She had consumed most of her fifties. Her youthful pudgy had become much le...
Jim looked at his watch again. He'd been sitting at the table, waiting for over forty-five minutes. Tina told him she'd be here. He was afraid she'd chicken out. They'd been chatting online for months. Both were married, and this was their first meeting. At least it was supposed to be. Instead, Jim was sitting there alone. "I give up," he mumbled, and got...
Dawn sat back her the leather seat of the black limousine letting the cool fall air hit her skin. The champagne chilled nearby as Matt gave her the boyish smile that meant that he was up to something. It has been more than a month since Dawn met her younger beau online and their romance had been whirlwind. She was nearly 30 years his senior, but her sex dri...
III. Once I turned 18 my relationship to Vanesa changed. One day instead of just kissing me on the cheek before sending me back to my room she kissed me gently on the lips. A few days later she began to teach me to kiss, slowing down my over-eager tongue and subtly nibbling on my lips. When Rita came over on the weekends I knew she suspected something was...
Authors Note: The following audio story is intended for a mature audience that wants to listen to an authentic erotic encounter between two amateur adults. The audio portion of this story contains very loud moans, groans, and orgasms. If you are into that, you will be happy. If you aren't, I respectfully offer the fair warning that this recording contains so...
I love putting my hands on her. All over her. For me it's a cross between the sensuous touching, feeling her body respond - and objectifying her. At some point she almost stops being a person I know and becomes this abstract goddess. An object of lust yes, but beauty too. Something that my eyes marvel at and my mouth wants to kiss and praise. Just the act...
Sarah was a good friend of mine and the mother of a good friend. Sarah had just received her massage therapy license and was looking for clients. She operated out of her home and I agreed that I would give her services a try. I never had a professional massage before and the price was right so I figured 'Why the heck not?' I met her years ago at her husban...