Stripped, wet and lathered

“Kari?” She turned at her desk, away from the old-model computer that frequently gave us both fits. Her eyes found mine and she was listening. “Yes?” “That’s — that’s something I should probably say to you,” I said. “Do you mind?” Her light eyes turned quizzical. “What do you mean? Go ahead. What?” Kari had

Co-Workers Ex Wife

I was stationed in a Navy Band in the North East. For the most part, my social life was not that interesting. I went to work, went home, and that was about it. Band members did get together for parties, and I enjoyed them. One Halloween, I got a phone call asking me if I

Fuck orgy

It was a heck of an orgy. I was in The Palace Club, a swinging spot that was modeled after Plato’s in NY. The Palace offered some interesting diversions within its walls, and quite often it was crowded, especially on Saturday nights. This was one such crowded night. The Palace takes up two floors, the

House Slut 2.

Sam and Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon’s door was closed with no obvious signs of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from classes he was going to sleep in now that his morning urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something

Pleasures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

As you may learn from real experience, most men do not give a woman the ultimate pleasure she deserves when it comes to sex. Either they don’t know how, or they are more focused on their own satisfaction. Even I may have been like that to some extent before I was married, but I wanted

The Blonde at the gas pumps

It was a cool night and I had decided to take a bike ride just before sundown. I got my leathers on and fired up the Harley. She sounded great. It was loud due to the custom drag pipes and I sat there for a few minutes listening to that strong deep thump in the

Homebodies part 2.

Days went by and we both became more and more comfortable around each other. Katie seemed cheery, bouncy, happy, playful, different in many ways from her former self. She was still incredibly sweet like before, but it was like she’d blossomed emotionally and was much more open to me, more affectionate and more at ease.

Sleeping Natasha

I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a doozy. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual friends, and got along so well with her we became

Sexual Odyssey

Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I’ve kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published– anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a

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