"Zip." The light sound echoed in the automobile's interior. Paul and Katie were sitting in the front seat, they turned and looked at each other. Slight grins grew across their lips as the passenger, Katie, turned her head and body fully to glance behind her. "What are you two doing back there?" Katie asked rhetorically, in an exaggerated manner. She propped...
My wife Jan and I have started to enjoy little sex games and role playing when we have sex lately. It has been like adding spice to our love life as it has really made for hot enjoyable times in and out of bed. We were not really becoming bored with each other as we have only been married four years and we still have sex at least twice a week but usually mor...
In the very early 90s, I lived in a small, one room flat, on the 4th floor of an old brownstone building in the middle of the city of Wuerzburg, Germany. An odd situation...an American living in subsidized housing in Germany. But I'd been there for nearly 15 years, had gotten divorced from my wife after leaving the military, and stayed on to be close to my...
Our text messaging continued, with me jacking off and Kerry telling me where and how she might strip me. Usually as a prelude to her coming over to my flat, so that I was nice and horny for her arrival; but occasionally to break up a boring meeting I might be sitting in, or to get me randy so I'd go pick her up someplace naked. It took almost three months...
Ch. 02: The Porch After Salena left, and I'd run to my backyard and closed the gate, I was so excited that I couldn't breathe. Standing just behind the gate, I stroked and pounded myself furiously, replaying what had just happened over in my mind. I'd been sunbathing nude in my backyard and had fallen asleep. After a sex dream about Salena, I'd awakened w...
The festival of San Fermín in Pamplona was like nothing Holly had ever seen before. Yesterday, she had stood in an ocean of white shirts and red scarves, crushed by stranger's bodies, jabbed at by their elbows, breathing in their smell of their skin. She had been one of half a million people packed together against the old stone walls, jostling and pushing,...
Emma & Mark -- On The Way Home from the Pub Background: Looe is a historical fishing village in Cornwall (UK) just a little further down the coast from the coastal city of Plymouth. All over Looe the pubs were closing for the night, disgorging their drunken patrons onto the narrow cobbled streets. Mark and Emma staggered out of the door of their own chose...
She walks slowly down the busy sidewalk, head held high, eyes straight ahead. She is walking so slowly, in fact, that the morning commuters rush around her like a swiftly running river sluicing around a large boulder set down by the gods at the dawn of time. No one even glances at her, it's as if she is just a part of the landscape, an obstacle to be avoided...
When I opened the window to check the temperature before my morning walk, I found it was a warm. The day before had been cool, but overnight a high pressure cell brought in the desert heat. I used to wear black leggings but found that I was difficult to see by the drivers during my early morning runs or walks. So, a couple of months ago, I had changed to wh...
I leaned my hips against the door of the white Mercedes. Looking across the car to the other side of the street, I could see a beautiful black woman and a skinny blonde conversing with two men in a large, blue car. My hands rested on the on the cool white metal; the impressions where I'd removed my wedding rings were quite visible. Feeling somehow detached,...