Carla and Graham had been sweethearts from the seventh grade. They spent as much time together as they could, some of it in heavy petting sessions. A few weeks before they graduated they went so far as to masturbate each other in Graham's father's car. This was the most exciting sexual thing they did. On graduation night, a couple of weeks after they both t...
(Disclaimer: This story is meant to be part of a series that I am starting. However, I was inspired to write out this portion first, while doing none other than playing with my favorite toy.) * While I loved lubing up the rubber replica of Rich's cock and cramming it in to my slick pussy when we were together on Skype (and any other chance I could get), t...
A couple of years age I had a coworker who I traded emails with and had a lot of phone sex with but I never let myself fuck her. I regret not doing it because sexually we were a perfect match for each other. After several years apart the following story is what happened when we reconnected. I got an email from my friend Angela inviting me over for dinner i...
We opted for the alley again. It was dark and private as any area we could find outside, and even if someone saw some dark shapes back there, nobody would suspect one of them was innocent little Rebecca. As was usual, I arrived first. Lurking in the shadows, my pulse was only slightly accelerated by the thought of seeing her. And of course paranoia of what...
He led her up the stairs to his workshop, where his creative spirit thrived and expressed itself with the glee of a child. She was intrigued to see and try out one or two of his creations. When they got to the top of the stairs, he opened the door and she was a little disappointed. She knew it was a workshop, essentially a small factory where he worked with...
Jim unlocked the hotel room door and stood to one side for Sarah to enter. She barely glanced at the bed before moving to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. He walked over to the corner of the room and placed the contents of a small bag onto a bedside table then started to remove his clothes. Before he could finish he heard the bathroom d...
Long distance relationships are the hardest, at least for someone as sexual as me; after one day of no interaction I thought my body was going to self combust. Brad and I had been dating for about a year and a half when he was shipped off to Iraq. I had made a promise to be true to my man, and I planned on keeping my end of the bargain. Besides, how much fun...
He was standing against her bedroom door looking down at the top of her head. She had her hungry little mouth plastered against him. And she was doing incredible things with her tongue. It was sliding up and down against the underside of his cock. Her mouth was creating pressure around him he'd never felt before. His head fell back against the door and he cl...
Jess had always loved technology. For as long as she could remember she had not felt comfortable without a spanner in her hand or a keyboard under her fingertips. She had obsessed with artificial intelligence, of being able to talk with machines, and for them to communicate back. She worked at what she loved, in a lab surrounded by high-functioning but soc...
She sat on the train headed home and her heart was racing, beating quicker than normal and she could feel it pumping within her rib cage. Her mind was awash with thoughts of passionate sex and her face felt flushed. Was she feeling embarrassed? Could everybody read her mind? Could they see the wet patch that she could feel forming between her thighs? She ha...