Ann Alder put her viola in its case with a sigh.. “Oh am I bushed,” she thought. “Won’t it feel great when I get to my massueuse in 20 minutes’ drive? This rehearsal has been super and we’re certainly ready for the big concert tomorrown night, but the concentration has tightened me up phenomen-ally; only
It’s been less than a year since I’ve been married to my wife. Before we got hitched, she bought this blue jacket with matching skirt for work activities that required a more professional look. I was with her when she bought it, and I remember thinking that it made her look sexy. But I had
“Do you trust me?” I ask as I tie a blindfold around your eyes. “Yes, of course I do,” you respond with a smile, not knowing what I want to do, but sure that it will be enjoyable. “Come with me.” I take you by the hand and guide you to something soft. As you
Jeff, arriving home from school, found Isabel napping on the couch in the Family Room. Without waking her, he sat down to open the mail in the large over-stuffed chair nearby, affording him a view of his Grandmother’s thighs and the entrapped panties in the narrow crease between the opulent twin mounds of her bottom.
The morning after the barbecue, James woke late. It was already light and he could hear sounds in the street outside the villa. Suddenly the events of the night before came flooding back and he felt a terrible feeling of dread. Ann! He had left her with that man… he struggled to remember the stranger’s
I was your typical small town girl, pretty naļve, and with two options open to me after high school: work a crummy job and live with my parents, or marry a local boy and make lots of babies. Neither appealed to me, so at 19 I moved to the big city for fun and adventure.
I awoke to a gentle insistence, a slow nudging flooding me with warmth. A minor friction dissipating with wetness. I entered the realm of consciousness with the realization that I didn’t have to get up and go to work, which meant it was the weekend. The general haze formed into distinct clouds I could identify.
The thought struck at a strange time. We were making love; she was on top, moving strongly, slowly, deliberately, and I was moving in time beneath her. My hands were on her waist, holding her as we moved and breathed as one. I inhaled as I arched my back, then crunched my stomach muscles and
Timmy Haggerty was up before the sun even thought about showing up. As he slipped on his wet suit, he could hardly wait to see his uncle’s reaction. He hadn’t been working weekends for nothing. He’d saved every dime and bought his uncle an old, long board and wet suit. Timmy figured his uncle would
Staying a virgin through high school was a serious challenge. Everyone knew that there were girls who *did* and girls who *didn’t*. The most important status-enhancing activity for the male population of the high school was to move girls from the second category into the first. I didn’t really date very much, but the guys
I stared at it. For a Halloween party? I had a funny feeling that it wasn’t. “What are you looking at?” I almost jumped–I hadn’t heard Maria come into the room. I stammered. “I.. I was looking for…” She grinned. “Found something you wish you hadn’t?” I felt relieved–at least she wasn’t mad, finding me
The pain was gradually dissipating, and the erection which David had barely been allowed to lose during the whipping with the cat, had returned more strongly than ever. He was intensely aware of Karin’s warm wetness rubbing into the hairs at the nape of his neck. His buttocks were ablaze and literally glowing, and the
They’ve tried everything they can to stop Beth, at this fancy New England prep school. Why? Because her persistent masturbation is past being a joke. It’s getting beyond control, and turning into a disciplinary issue. The administrators are convinced that she’s setting off a wave of self-abuse among the other girls, and is a leading
Nikki stumbled toward the exit of the nightclub. The place was overcrowded, the music was thumping in her head and she had had too much to drink. She was wearing a tight black leather mini-dress that barely got halfway down to her knees, it was cut low enough that she couldn’t wear a bra with
Recently, I learned just how useful the information superhighway can be. My wife, Katie, told me that she had been fantasizing about making love to another woman while I watched. We were both excited by the prospect, but neither one of us knew of a way to make the dream a reality– that is, until