Hot Tub
March 21st, 2007
Hot Tub
John filled up the hot tub. Once the water had had reached the right temperature he motioned Kelly to get in. He looked at her body, taking in her shape. Her full breasts, the curve of her belly, the mound of her pussy and those long legs he loved. As she slipped into the water he turned on the spa and the water began to swirl around her.
He stripped off his clothes and sat in the hot tub across from her. He motioned her to him, she rested against him her back to his chest. Looking down he could see her nipples beginning to harden just under the water. He reached up from behind her cupping her breasts, and then began caressing them teasing her nipples. He heard her moan and this excited him, his cock began to harden, pressing against her. He rubbed her nipples, pinching them making them swell even more. Her hand reached under the water to touch his cock. He felt her fingers wrap around him, moving up and down. He pushed her forward till she had released him from her grip.
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You’re In My Dreams
March 17th, 2007
You’re In My Dreams
I stand in the doorway wearing only a robe, waving to the children as they run up the hill to the bus stop. I watch until I can see them no longer, shutting the door behind me. I turn on the CD player and soft music flows through the house setting a relaxing mood. I walk back into the bedroom, the curtains wide open letting in the sunshine and wrapping me in its warmth. Like a cat in a window I lay across my bed feeling the heat of the sun against my body, so warm and comforting. My eyes close as my robe falls open, feeling the heat touch my soft golden skin.
I must have dozed off because I didn’t hear you come in or feel you move onto the bed and lay beside me. My eyes are still too sleepy to open. A smile of knowing shines on my face. I feel your breath so soft like a gentle breeze against my skin. You reach up your hand laying it softly on my cheek, your thumb slowly moving back and forth on my face. You move it down and softly trace the fullness of my mouth. A deep sigh escapes my lips. I feel you move closer, your fingers moving to my chin pulling it towards you as you move to me, pressing your lips to mine with pressure of desire and love.
Office Affair
March 2nd, 2007
Office Affair
Sarah sighed.
It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.
Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she’d met him she’d been lusting after his well-built body. It didn’t help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.
Log Cabin Weekend
February 20th, 2007
Log Cabin Weekend
Jenny raced down from the porch of the log cabin and threw herself into Mike’s arms. It had been three weeks since they’d seen each other, and now they were alone for the whole weekend.
He kissed her hungrily, his strong arms surrounding her in a circle of warm love. She’d missed him so much…
Suddenly he was kissing her eyes, her ears, her neck, and then he was unbuttoning her cotton dress like a man possessed. She smiled with pleasure and let him undress her, secure in the knowledge that her cabin was so secluded no passers-by would see them.
He nudged the dress from her shoulder and kissed her there, then eased it down to her waist. He cupped her breasts and kissed her neck, sending shivers down to her boots. She loved the way he used his hands… and his mouth.
She reached over and began to unbutton his shirt, and then to loosen his belt. He wore jeans so well… but she wanted him out of them. He helped her take his pants off, until he was naked and proud before her. His cock was long and slightly bent at the end; an idiosyncrasy she adored.
The Masseuse
February 19th, 2007
The Masseuse
“So tell me, Mrs. Winthrop, how did you get my name?” asked Sergio while he was in the process of setting up his massage table.
“I got it from Donna Atkins, she says you come very highly recommended.”
“Well, I’ll thank Donna next time I see her,” Sergio replied smoothly, as he finished up snapping the last table leg into place. “Now tell me, what kind of trouble are you experiencing?”
“Uh, it’s my back, mostly,” Sami Winthrop replied. “I have a lot of stiffness in the morning when I try to bend over.”
“Mmmm, I see,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m pretty sure we can help you with that. If you would please disrobe and climb up on the table we can get started.”
Samantha knew that she would be removing her clothing, but when it finally came down to it, she couldn’t help but be a little bit embarrassed by it all. She shyly turned her back to Sergio and slipped out of her dress, panties and bra.
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Mile High Club
February 12th, 2007
Mile High Club
As Rita performed her perfunctory checks on the emergency equipment, Nancy took a lackadaisical blanket inventory on the Boeing 747. When Neil noticed that Adriana had curled up in the back row of seats, a wave of irritation swept over him. He was Lead Flight Attendant, dammit, and these women were about to take orders.
He flicked on the public address system and spoke into the mouthpiece. “Attention, flight attendants,” he began. Rita and Nancy turned to look at him as if he were wearing a dress – nobody used the public address system on ferried flights. Adriana slowly sat up and scowled, her blonde hair tousled from sleep.
“We’ve got several hours ahead of us. There are certain needs on this aircraft that need to be filled ASAP. When I call your name, I want you to meet me in the galley. Rita, you first.”
Hawaiian Valentine
February 10th, 2007
Hawaiian Valentine
“I want the cliché,” she’d told him, and now here it was. Better than a romance novel or chick flick. The only thing missing was the soft focus.
Jo smiled, loving every second of her clichéd experience. They were strolling along a pristine beach, hand in hand. The sun was sinking majestically into the ocean, streaking the western sky with orange and crimson. The sea breeze was light and cool, the water was warm, and the sand between their toes was silken. They were alone with the sunset.
Of course, this kind of cliché doesn’t come cheap. Jo and Michael had been saving for over a year to finance this holiday. The airfares were OK but the private beach house on Maui was the real killer. Michael had nearly fainted when he first saw how much it was all going to cost.
She didn’t care. This was what she’d wanted - a chance to experience Valentine’s Day in the sun, relaxing and sharing Michael’s company. No work, no mobile phones, no computers, just each other.
They’d breakfasted on fruit and pancakes before retiring back to bed for a long session of languid lovemaking. They’d gone snorkeling on the reef, had lobster for lunch and taken an afternoon nap. Now they were taking the obligatory sunset walk, and it was beautiful.
Our First Time
February 6th, 2007
Our First Time
David and I had been dating for a month. We had been getting into some hot and heavy make out sessions, but we still hadn’t had sex and I was ready to cross that bridge.
I planned on cooking him a romantic dinner and then leading him into my bedroom for a night of romantic lovemaking.
Somehow, the evening didn’t quite turn out that way.
He arrived early with a bottle of wine. I told him to open the wine while I was cooking. As I came around the counter to get my wine, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I almost came just from the kiss.
Room Service
January 30th, 2007
Room Service
Erica Daniels was dead tired, and all she wanted was a hot shower and a good nights sleep. A full day of meetings with designers and financial officers had left her totally spent. She always hated coming to New York, not only because of the endless traffic jams, but because it always seemed like every thing was fast, fast, fast with never an opportunity to just take it easy. At least she was in a nice hotel with room service - the last thing she felt like doing was fighting her way through a restaurant crowd.
She picked up the phone and dialed ‘8′. In a few seconds she was being connected with the kitchen where she ordered a Caesar Salad and a hamburger rare.
“Twenty minutes,” she replied, “good, I’m famished!”
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Waiting For You
January 28th, 2007
Waiting For You
I am lying in bed waiting for you. The clock shows 1am. I have placed candles around the room and put on some erotic music. I have taken a long hot shower, shaving my pussy so that is it smooth for you, as you love my pussy this way. I am laying there, my pussy wet and aching for you.
I hear your car pull up, I hear you walking to the door, turning your key and coming inside. You turn off the lights I have left on for you. The stairs begin to creak as you walk up them and then you are in the bedroom with me. You look at me on the bed, your eyes feasting over my body, staring at my erect nipples, then moving down to my bald pussy. You can see how wet I am.
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The Trouble With Chastity
January 22nd, 2007
The Trouble With Chastity
Once upon a time, in a kingdom called Coitusland, there lived a beautiful princess named Chastity. Chastity was the most beautiful girl in the land. She had long, blonde hair, sparkling green eyes, and full soft lips. Her body looked as though the Gods themselves had molded it. Large round, firm breasts, a tiny waist and a tight shapely ass. Chastity had lots of suitors. All of the noblemen in the land wanted her. But Chastity was unhappy. She had never had an orgasm. Her sisters, who were not as pretty as she, had orgasms all the time.
“It’s just not fair!” cried Chastity one night, “our people are raised to give and receive pleasure, and here I am the favorite princess of the people and I’ve never had the sexual pleasure that is my God-given right as a princess to receive.” She decided to speak to her mother - the Queen. Chastity knocked on the door to her mother’s room.
“Come in” the queen said. “Chastity my darling, why do you look so sad? Come sit by mother and tell me what’s wrong.”
Valentine’s Day
January 21st, 2007
Valentine’s Day
Annika made the final adjustments to her makeup and wondered what Bob had in store for their Valentine’s Day date tonight. Frankly, she didn’t expect much. Sure, Bob was a great guy, and they got along well, but the man was born without a romantic bone in his body. His idea of a perfect evening seemed to involve a plate of Nachos and a Farrelly Brothers DVD.The mirror reflected her mouth as it twisted in a wry smile. He probably would have completely forgotten Valentines if she hadn’t given him several large hints about it. The well-placed jewelry catalogue didn’t get his attention as much as her loud musings about lingerie, but it had worked out well enough in the end.
“Happy Valentines Day,” he’d told her on the phone this morning, a smile in his voice. “Let’s do something special tonight.”
Adrienne’s Ironic Lingerie
January 19th, 2007
Adrienne’s Ironic Lingerie
“Did you say ‘erotic lingerie’?”"No, ironic lingerie. It’s erotic, too, of course. But this was not the point I was making.” Adrienne’s eyes glinted with sharp intelligence and dry humor, as they usually do.
Okay. I had no idea what she was talking about. But I was used to that. I love Adrienne madly, and when her eyes glimmer that way she can speak nonsense or Old Norse, and I won’t mind.
Furthermore, I’d learned that this was a woman who could teach me a thong or two about underwear, and that the lessons were always most enjoyable. Like the night she’d explained “boyshorts” to me - with the vivid, hands-on approach favored by all the best teachers.
“What do you mean you want to show me your ‘boyshorts’?” I said cluelessly. “Is all your own underwear in the laundry or something?”
Adrienne tried not to laugh too hard as she slipped off her jeans. She didn’t say a word as she rubbed her palms slowly along her hips, emphasizing how nicely the “boyish” cut of these baby-blue panties flattered a feminine shape. A flutter or two of her fingers along the front served to underscore that these ultra-brief briefs had no fly, and that they had been designed for nobody but a girl. Even before she turned around to slap her own butt cheeks and show off the way the perky cotton hugged them, I was sold.
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The Interview
January 18th, 2007
The Interview
His secretary showed me into his office closing the door behind her. I sit down in the chair opposite his desk crossing my legs.
He looks at me and asks, “What are your qualifications?”
My skirt has ridden up, revealing my white thigh above my stockings and I can see him staring. I begin telling him about all of my job experiences, but his green eyes are roaming all over my body.
“Are you wearing any panties under that skirt?” he asks.
“No”, I answer uncrossing my legs spreading them apart slowly. As my legs part, my skirt rises higher allowing him full view of my wet pussy lips.
“Nice”, he says, moving in front of me and kneeling down.
Threesome By Appointment
January 14th, 2007
Threesome By Appointment
Lisa found herself wondering at the whole situation. Here she was, sitting half-dressed on the couch between her husband of six years and a gorgeously well built and exceedingly suave male escort. They were all sipping drinks and courteously discussing the weather as if what was about to happen were a normal, everyday occurrence. Her heart was beating madly, her panties were soaked in anticipation, and yet it all seemed so terribly unreal.
It was all her idea, of course.
“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.
Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.
