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I met her when she was moving from the dorms on Chapel Hill to an apartment just off campus. She was carrying a box of, ahem, “personal” items when she must have stumbled over her own two feet and sent the contents scattering across the hallway.  I have been told that I have a knack for arriving at the perfect time, as I was rounding the stairs just as everything went kersplat. I couldn’t help but stifle a giggle and I saw her sit up straight and I imagined the look on her face was one of mortification. Her body language was one of defeated reluctance, as though she knew that her first day in the building would see her branded as a sex fiend.  Breaking the tension, I joked with her, “I have that one …

The Neighbor Read More »

Amy pulls into the hotel driveway. Distracted by the view of the lake, she almost runs down the bellhop. Slamming on the brakes, her face flushes red in embarrassment. “Holy shit, what a way to start a relaxing getaway,” she mutters sarcastically. Pulling to a stop, she gets out and hands the valet the keys. She reaches into the back seat to retrieve her small travel bag and work backpack. Everything she needs is in these two bags. Walking into the lobby, she spies the self-check-in kiosk. Wanting to avoid all contact with people, she walks over, swipes her credit card, and quickly completes the displayed form. A key card drops into the slot at the bottom of the machine, and she is on her way to the bank of elevators. After the crowds of …

Running With Ruby Read More »

Marie Quinn had never in her forty-seven years woken up one morning in bed with a woman, until now. The sleeping woman that the blinking and awakening Marie was looking at lovingly was fifty-six-year-old Tammy Rice and the bed that they were in was the spare bed in a cottage owned by Lee and Colin Purvis, both aged sixty-six. The night just gone had been the fourth of a week that Marie was spending on holiday in the village, she was renting the cottage next door to Lee and Colin, but had not spent a great deal of time in it. Marie was revisiting an area that she knew from earlier in her life, but had not visited for several years. Her intentions were to visit the picturesque villages and the historic buildings in the …

How Fascinating – Part 6 Read More »

Ross Creek flowed quietly into a natural pool. The only sound was a steady murmur of water dropping over a slight rise, creating a miniature waterfall. A gentle breeze stirred the tree branches and vegetation around the creek. Jill dropped her pack and watched the waterfall. This was not her first visit to the placid scene, but it was her first in a long time. She glanced around, listening and watching for any sign that she was not alone. The conservation area seemed largely devoid of human life on this afternoon and Jill was well off the main trail. Still, she was nervous about the possibility of someone coming along, given her plan. After a deep breath, Jill lifted off her bra top and tossed it onto her pack. Her large tits sagged, seemingly relieved …

Letting Loose Read More »

It was hot and sticky; the temperature at 3:00 a.m. was still in the eighties, with ocean humidity making human touch very hot. The saving grace was a nice breeze off the waves caressing us as we lay in the water feeling the small waves rolling over us. There was no clothing to absorb the water. We were naked. The air temperature was nothing compared to the heat being created by our bodies as we rubbed together, flirting boldly as we lay teasing each other with sultry kisses. Our bodies pressed together, our arms wrapped around us, and we ground against each other. It was clear to me that we were ready to fuck, as it was my desire inside when Marie grabbed me during the party and kissed me hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marie was our …

The Waters Edge Read More »

I roll over in bed and stare at the clock, the glowing red numbers reading 1:17 a.m. I could call her. She’s on the West Coast, it’s not too late. I shouldn’t. I need to sleep. But I can’t. My body is on fire. Missing her. Laying in bed, without her next to me, I can’t help but miss her body. Her warmth. Her bright blond hair like a nightlight in the dark. Who am I? She’s only been gone for two days, this is ridiculous. She’s coming back in less than twenty-four hours. When did I become so needy? Needy for her. I move my hand down to my thigh, gently rubbing my smooth skin, gliding higher and higher until I can feel the heat emanating from my pussy. I slowly trace the outline …

The Call Read More »

Kim could not sleep after her squirting experience. Just thinking about her juices gushing out made her naked body buck and squirm. Feeling tired from earlier that evening, Kim felt conflicted. She wanted, nay, needed to masturbate, but the thought of doing so already tired her out. Eventually, Kim had made up her mind. If she wanted to have any shut-eye that night, the intense arousal needed to be fucked out of her system. With a heavy sigh, Kim stepped out of bed and quietly walked downstairs. Entering the living room, Kim saw her and Sarah’s toys haphazardly tossed on the coffee table, just as the roommates had left them mere hours earlier. As Kim slowly approached the table, she noticed that the most frequently used toys still glinted in the faint moonlight. Evidently, they …

Open-minded Roommates: Kim’s Midnight Urges Read More »

Two years later, Aleta and Sandra met up again at the annual conference, this time with pre-planned activities. The first evening after dinner, Aleta invited Sandra to her room for a nightcap. After some small talk, Aleta mentioned that she had started a side business, taking videos and still photos of single women, men, and couples. “My husband has hinted on a few occasions that he would love to have some intimate photos of me . . . to use when I’m out of town, you know,” said Sandra. “Would you like me to take some photos of you?” asked Aleta. “Oh . . . why yes, that would be lovely” “Let me fetch my equipment.” Aleta retreated to the master bedroom of her suite and returned with a Fuji Film XT-4 that she had …

Career Woman: Second Encounter Read More »

I had suspected that my wife was having an affair for a while now, but I had no definite proof, just the feeling that she was getting her satisfaction elsewhere. For the last six months or so, she had been less interested in sex, as well as being away from work when I called more often than she used to be. Also, I suspected that the affair was taking place in our own bed, as the sheets were being changed more often. I decided that I was going to find out, in the classic style, by catching her in the act. We had been married for fifteen years and we have been very happy together. Angela (my wife) had always been concerned with her weight, but I loved the way she looked and always reassured …

A Wife’s Day Off Read More »

Sunday. I arrived at the dig early and changed into my sexless garment but this time I left my underwear off in the hope that Suzie might want to resume our sexual encounter. Suzie arrived and just carried on as usual. My disappointment must have shown, as she whispered to me in the afternoon, ”Would you like to stay behind with me again? I ‘ave told my ‘hubby to come later.” She giggled sexily. ”Oh yes, please, Suzie, it was terrific.” She chuckled with that delightful twinkle in her laugh. ”Are you going to be a very good girl and do exactly as I tell you?” ”Yes, I am yours to pleasure as you want.” ”I think you will get even more pleasure than yesterday, sweetie.’ My pussy tingled with this delicious thought. The rest …

The Archaeological Dig. Part Two Read More »

There’s this spa place that Cait, Lucy, and I go to often for facials and mani-pedis usually, and sometimes a massage. It’s not a big place, and we’re kind of regulars there, and we know everyone there and even some of the other customers. They take guys there too, but we’ve never seen a guy there ever. When we first started going there, Lucy would always ask Toby to come with us. But he always said no, and after a while, she stopped asking. Because there was no point, of course, but also, I think, because of Helen. Helen is one of the girls who works there, and she has the biggest crush on Lucy. And I’m not really sure why, but she always assumed Cait and Lucy were girlfriends. Maybe she overheard something they …

Therese’s Story – Chapter 38: Helen Read More »

Karen is approximately thirty but her babyish face often led to people mistakenly thinking her to be younger. After coming to Los Angeles for her work, she can barely make friends with people her age. None took her seriously thinking she is too young. And she got tired of clarifying her age. Ever since she came here, she would want to find someone and date but shyness would often get in the way. So much so that even if some guy would approach her, she would run away from the encounter. She badly needed a solution to her shyness. It was as if the guys were repulsing him. And yet, she desperately wanted some physical connection. Occasionally she would masturbate alone at home but it was not the same as being with someone. Her best …

Karen finally got a solution to her shyness Read More »

Six months later… Myra gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she mussed her hair which had grown back out, touching her shoulders in loose waves. It had been difficult to get the black out and back to her natural brunette color but it’d been a lot of fun… And a great excuse for seeing Beth. Turning from the mirror, she peeked her head out of the bedroom door, yelling down the stairs. “Chase! Cook some chicken for supper! And don’t fuck it up!… Then clean and put the dishes up, sweep and mop, and scrub the toilets and sinks okay?” Chase responded quickly, “Okay baby!” There was something servile and desperate in his voice. Good. She had worked hard on her husband for the past half of the year and she reckoned …

A forced conversion ch. 4 Read More »

It was Sunday evening and it had been three weeks since they had spent time together. Three weeks since Beth had visited her and changed her whole life. So much had changed…Myra had changed. It was as if she had been released from a cell in which she had been imprisoned all of her life and she couldn’t believe it. While she would have thought that she’d be wracked with guilt over her affair, and initially she had been, that had subsided by the end of that visit and been replaced by a wicked desire to continue in her indefinitely. She wondered if Chase had noticed the change in her. She hoped not, though there had certainly been tensions between them in the past weeks. She decided that she’d ask Beth’s opinion on the matter …

A forced conversion ch. 3 Read More »