Dr. Steven Craig was a brilliant psychiatrist and master hypnotist. Dr. Craig was also very horny. His date just left a message on his voice-mail saying she had to 'wash her hair' and wouldn't be able to date that night. Dr. Craig was madly playing with his cock through his trousers and a large cum stain appeared on the front of his pants. "Just great,...
You give a long sigh as you slowly finish boxing up the last of your things, setting the box near the door. It's been a tough couple of weeks - First, your work burned down in a freak accident. You don't even know how an office building would end up with all the carpets on every floor catching fire... You don't even remember the office having carpets. You're...
His fingers trace a pathway on my skin, matching the spark that races inside me, from the touch of our lips and tongues down to my fiery, needy centre. I hear myself whimper hopefully, widening and wanting His fingers, willing them to stroke and probe and yes, to pinch and pull, spank and scratch, until the sensations sear through my body and my mind is lost...
My mouth traced down his stomach, tasted his belly button, ran my tongue in lazy circles around it, going wider and wider, down into his groin. When I got to the edge of his hair, all damp and curly from my wetness, I sucked the hair into my mouth, pulling and teasing, while I felt the hardness of his cock lying against my throat. His hands were entwined in...
We were tired, stressed, and overworked. As we lay in bed after a busy day, cold rain beating on our bedroom window, Ann and I decided that we deserved a break from work, family and weather. We searched the Internet, ski resorts were out, fishing not an option, but we came across a site promoting clothing optional clubs in Cancun. Jackpot this was it! Th...
The alarm clock jolts me awake, sounding different this morning but I shrug it off. I blink my eyes trying to clear the grogginess. The early hour had come too quickly as I grudgingly removed myself from the warm covers. I dress in my walking clothes, loose fitting and comfortable and pull on my shoes. Grabbing my I pod I place the band around my arm and hea...
I step out of the bathroom, my skin tingling, my body pink and glowing from the shower. I walk the few steps to my bedroom. The large, fluffy towel falls away and for a moment I stand there, naked, surveying myself in the full length mirror on the wall. I sit on the edge of the bed and reach for the jar of skin crème. Applying a generous amount to my hands I...
Yawn, stretch, eyes open. The stupid alarm ringing. Hit snooze, and stare at the ceiling until the alarm starts its thing again. Might as well get up. That horrible stretch between the blankets warm embrace and the hot showers liquid sunshine. The cold in between. Loathsome. Need to be done though. It's too early but, it takes work to look like I do. Bu...
This morning I wake up feeling well-rested and I already know... something is very wrong here. I get up to check the time but see that my phone isn't where I left it. I quickly look down and see that it is screen-down on the floor, must've vibrated off the table and shut off upon impact... yeah I knew something was up. "Thank God." I say as I disco...
It was the summer of 1961 and I was 21 years old and was continuing with my hobby of bird watching. I had spent the previous two weeks on the banks of Brantwood Water in the English Lake District. I had been studying waterfowl including Gadwall, Teal, Pochard, Snipe and Grebes. I had also managed to identify many water margin birds including Warblers, Wagtai...