When the phone rang at 11:30, Sara was asleep. Her bedroom door was closed, so the ringing didn't penetrate the depths of her slumber. The sound her pager made as it rattled across her nightstand did however, and she groggily snatched it up just before it vibrated itself off the table. Sleepily, she sat on the edge of the bed, the sheets falling from her a...
He had a built frame and strong hands; blonde hair that complimented his pink undertone of skin. I looked for him anxiously, it being the first time we've met each other. I had worn something revealing; something to indulge him in his desires: shorts and a tank top with matching undergarments. Would he get the chance to see them? I thought to myself. I wonde...
I know you get excited when I get assertive. I also know you've been longing to hear more of my filthy fuck adventures. Here's a special one I've been saving from my days as a 24-year-old secretary in Saint John, New Brunswick. As you may recall me mentioning, I had a boss there who I was very attracted to, and the feeling was mutual. He'd take me out for d...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school. I'm early thirties and still single, and for me it's a voyeur's paradise. I teach a final year class of about twenty girls aged eighteen to nearly nineteen and all very much aware of their ripening sexuality. They all seem to be trying to outdo ea...
Two fifty something exhibitionists from opposite sides of the world talk by email after meeting several years ago on cam. Today he wants to inspire her to orgasm, too far away to touch but imagination can cross any distance. Hi Liz Today I am going to devote my mind and fingers to your pleasure. As I type I will strum you intimately whilst your voice in...
As the others slowly filed out of the courtroom, many craning their necks to get a better view of Lauren, Sue came over to us. "Congratulations, Girl!" she exclaimed, with a huge smile on her face. "You did it!" "Thank you." Lauren replied, with just as big of a grin. "I'm just glad it's all over, but I'm even more glad that I can never, ever, ever wear cl...
They both knew we only had the one day, but somehow neither of them was in a rush. It was nice to just enjoy each moment as it came. The first was the greeting, a tight embrace that lingered a little too long. The second, a brush of skin as he handed her a drink to relax. The third moment seemed to happen in slow motion. As they lay embraced together on the...
This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to writ...
The flight was available. Actually, Stone had to make it available. He didn't kill anyone and take their place. Rather, he paid someone to take another flight. He bought their ticket. It cost him enough. He would have paid more if he had had to. As Michael Stone walked from the airport terminal in Tokyo to a waiting rental car, a weight began to press down...
My name is John Hartman and I am a 45 year old man and was recently widowed after a happy twenty year marriage. My wife died after a severe automobile accident last year. It had been fourteen months since her untimely death and I was lonesome. My ex-wife was an amazing creature of oozing sex. She could fuck and suck me to orgasm many times in the course of a...