It was one of those brilliant summer afternoons that seem to go on and on. As Doris looked out her bedroom window at the pool and her son Timmy and his friends, she felt a longing that she knew wasn't right. She looked at her husband's side of their king-sized bed. His interest in his wife had been waning for years and had dwindled down to a once-a-month qui...
She pushed open the glass doors that led into the sauna, immediately feeling the steamy heat. The warm misty air made it difficult to see clearly but she could see enough to know that she was alone. The smell of eucalyptus was strong, and brought memories of Melbourne after rain. She moved to one of the benches and undid her robe and lay down. She was wear...
Note: If you haven't already, read My Former Coworkers, which is the prequel to this story. *** Following that afternoon threesome with our mutual former coworker, Cindy and I were seeing each other whenever we could manage it and the sex was pretty much outstanding. A couple of months later, when she was preparing to leave on a vacation with her boys, I t...
Early Sunday morning, Tom and Maggie awoke from their sleep to to sound of their alarm clock. Tom was an elder at their church, and had to be at the church early to unlock. He whispered to Maggie that he knew it had been a long week and she should just sleep late. Maggie acknowledged Tom's kind gesture and smiled. She asked him to set her alarm for 9:00, so...
This is a parody... It is not real It was a bright sunny day in The Hamptons. Rachael Ray was having a pool party, for some famous and not famous, friends, at her new beach house, she and husband John had recently bought. Everyone was in swimsuits, drinking, eating and having a great time. Just another normal party amongst friends, right? Not quite. It was...
This story is a sequel to "Cruise Control" which follows a reluctant wife on an island cruise and her sexual escape at the Blue Parrot Nightclub. Since I felt the original was well written I thought I'd do a sequel as a tribute to the author. I provided an alternate ending from the original as a start. * As we returned to our room Maria took a shower and p...
I remember a guy I once went on a date with embarrassingly telling me that he would masturbate daily, as if this was something out of the ordinary and that he had an enormous sex drive. He then asked me if I ever masturbate. He nearly had a heart attack when I told him that I did, most times more than once a day. I don't know why guys think woman are prudes...
I usually go for a run on Sunday mornings before breakfast. As I turned into our street, I met up with the neighbour's daughter, who was out for a morning stroll. She was wearing a tight one-piece leotard and a tiny miniskirt. The white leotard was stretched over her ample tits. Even in the half-light of the morning, I could see her nipples through the thin...
Amy woke slowly the next morning, gradually remembering the previous night. She smiled and rubbed herself against the mattress. It felt different and she reached downed between her legs to find out why. The feel of the warm metal where her clit should have been jolted her awake and she kicked off her sheets and sat up. The crazy thoughts that had aroused her...
It was the first Sunday of September, 1973, and Jackie had the blues. It was the summer before his first year at the U, and it had been uneventful, particularly in the romance department. He was attractive enough, slim and sandy-haired with striking blue eyes, but shy; even as a lifeguard, he didn't attract much attention from the girls on the beach, and he...