The woman ignored the ringing phone as her fingers moved furiously on the keyboard. On the third ring, she grabbed an open cigarette pack and expertly shook one cigarette free from the pack, with one hand as the other hand picked up the phone. Still staring at the PC’s display monitor, she answered “Washington Post.
My name’s Monique Yates, and I teach programming at a local computer store. What follows is a little personal story about me. It’s very private, and definitely X-rated! If that bothers you, don’t go any further. Erase this file and forget you ever saw it, and no harm is done. Some how, women in the
Dropping my bag’s of Lingerie and some sex toys onto the bed in my room. I kicked off my shoes and threw off my clothes. Picking up a towel, I headed for the shower. I ached all over. Using that strap on was fun but had my muscles aching in places I never thought I
I woke up this morning, with a piss-hard-on. This is NOT unusual for me, as I find it harder to hold my bladder all night long as I get older, and still ignore the call of nature in the morning. I turned over, and cuddled up to my wife, Marsha. At 32 years old, she
Lynn was a 17 year old college girl. She was a member of one of the least popular sororities on campus, known for their only average looking girls. Lynn was pretty good looking, however. She was about 5′ 8″, had a pretty face and short brown hair. She had a slim figure, with medium sized
When the story I’m about to tell you happened, I was just twenty-one, engaged to be married, and desperately unhappy. Jeff and I had been engaged for six months and I knew that I’d made a major mistake but I didn’t have any idea of what to do about it. The wedding was planned for
I was five months pregnant, but not showing much. Not enough to start with maternity clothes anyway. The problem was my husband. He was treating me like a porcelain doll he was afraid he’d break. I assured him that the doctor had said that sex would be okay as long as we were careful toward
Nicolette started her last year in boarding college. She just turned 18. It was an all-girls school her parents had insisted she attend. She had been there for 4 years, only going home on term breaks. The seniors had larger rooms, two girls per room, and also had a separate bathroom. Her roommate was Tiffany.
Carol broke the kiss and sat up looking at Bob as she said, “I love sucking your cock now and the taste of your cum. I love sharing it with you. Do you like your own taste? I love it.” Bob smiled and kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She knew he
The girl with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. Her small, firm breasts were the same golden color as the rest of her skin, with the aureolae a darker chocolate brown. All that she had left now was
Carol looked around the room at all the bodies in various stages of undress. Now all of them were asleep, or passed out, or for whatever reason seemingly inert. It had been quiet a night…and she had been the Queen of it all. As she looked over the room, she thought back to the beginning
I had just finished up my semester at college when I got the call. My student job, with PCorps, was moving. My job was going to Bosnia, of all places, and did I want to come? “Who else will be going?” I asked over the phone. “The whole office is pretty much being broken up
We love to have fun with my wife’s sexy body. She has been very open sexually since a kid in school. I have enjoyed her open attitude for over 15 years now and it has been wild sometimes. Yesterday we were home after a work day and she was very flirty. Being many years older
Amanda is 42 years old, her 20 year marriage had recently failed and she is now divorced and living with her 17 year old daughter Laura. Amanda has recently discovered an internet dating site and has been corresponding with a dominant male. Their on line relationship has developed into one of master and slave. The
Like any young guy I’d thought about sex a lot growing up. I’d masturbated and fantasized about my neighbours daughters, my teachers, and just about every woman or girl I knew, but I’d never felt like pursuing sex. By the time I got engaged I still hadn’t had sex, and as it happened neither had