Many might find it odd, but I always wake up with a warm and needy feeling inside me. The feeling that is hard to describe but so pleasant that it always makes my hand go down to my panties, and as soon as I press my vagina they become moist. I would usually masturbate for half an hour, but I woke up pretty late and needed to hurry up not to miss my buss. I...
"Lisa, where's my diveskin?" Mike asked as he packed his bag for their dive trip to the Cayman Islands. "I packed it in with my stuff," Lisa replied, as she struggled to close the suitcase, jam-packed with what she hoped would be enough for the week in Cayman Brac. God, she thought, I can't wait to get the hell out of here and out of all these clothes and...
Angelina has been one of my lady friends since her 18th birthday. Recently, she went by bus to a nearby town to take care of some personal business. The day before she returned, Angelina called me and asked me to pick her up at the bus station, told me how horny she had gotten and suggested that we could go from the bus station to my house and attend to that...
*Note to Readers, this is a sequel to "The Older Woman in my Life". Me and Ms. Smith, or Dorthy, had a wonderful symbiotic relationship. She liked to fuck younger guys (me), and I liked to fuck older women (her). We worked a way around causing gossip amongst the neighbors. Being eighteen and ready to be on my own, I told my mom that Ms. Smith had an extra r...
“Wait right there,” the old woman told me. I wasn’t going anywhere. She had handed me 2 one hundred dollar bills and went into the bathroom. When she came back, her teeth were wrapped in a towel, which she stuffed into her purse. Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to a chair where she sat down. I had finished another show for Alice’s club and been sta...
Bethany could hardly wait to get home as she walked down the sidewalk toward her apartment. She had spent the last hour of the workday exchanging sexually charged messages with her hot coworker. By the time she left the office, her panties were soaked. Having a 20-minute walk home in tight pants did not make things any better, to say the least. She had left...
We are gathered up our clothes and got dressed, and headed to the parking lot. Once we got into the main club area a lot of guys were yelling for the women to stop and give them a lap dance. The women all declined but they are bent over and gave all the guys one last shot of their pussy. We got into Janet’s van; again I was in the back between Priscilla and...
Author's Note: I have received several requests to write a massage story. Some of my previous stories have massage encounters in them but this one will focus on the massage parlor. The story will contain anal sex, oral sex, straight sex, group sex, lesbian sex and bisexuality. If the reader is offended by these categories, I suggest that he or she not read t...
It was a Friday night, and my wife Robyn and I were naked in bed. "Are you sure?" I asked while the fingers of my right hand massaged the clit and slit of her wet pussy. "I'm sure, Gary," she replied. I could sense she was sure, as her pussy was wet. "Okay, I'll do some research tomorrow," I said. "It's sixty-nine time to seal the deal," I added. Robyn...
*** This story is a work of fiction. It is in no way endorsed by or associated with the celebrities mentioned. *** Mike was a reporter for a large newspaper in LA. He was excited when he was told to cover the Music Awards Show at the local arena. He put on a rented tux, took along a photographer, and excitedly entered the backstage area. The first people he...