Their special night finally arrived. Lisa had been looking forward to this all her life. Actually, she had been looking forward to finding the right man all her life.
Lisa was a romantic. She didn’t mind admitting it. She wasn’t embarrassed by it. She cried so terribly much during all of the romantic movies. Of course she cried when Rose lets go of Jack’s hand, when Nickie sees the painting on Terry’s wall, and when Annie finds the backpack (and Sam soon arrives to get
The lights dim as the curtains pull apart. The theatre is filled with sound and light. Normally I can engross myself in the action – fuck it – I can watch the cinema ads and still enjoy myself. But today I have other matters on my mind. Damn it my cock is hard in my pants and I can feel moisture on my jocks.
The creature that is consuming my thoughts is sitting beside me in the semi-darkness.
We are in one of those cinemas that cater for couples like us – with the make out seats: two seats
It’s a sunny summer afternoon. I’ve taken refuge from the heat of the day, enjoying the breeze and a drink at a bar just steps from the beach. I’m dressed for the weather in a flimsy sundress that wraps around my narrow waist and high heeled sandals now dangling from my neatly pedicured toes. The plunging neck line of the sundress scarcely covers my full breasts.
The spaghetti straps slip lazily down my shoulders from time to time, giving me an excuse to caress my nicely
Ralph had been a long-time friend of mine for the past 7 years. Guys being guys, we had discussed everything from sports to sex. Then one evening as we were sitting at a brewpub having a beer, Ralph wistfully revealed his desire to anally fuck his wife’s sexy asshole!
Geez, Ralph’s explicitly revealing comment was a bit uncharacteristic of his normally reserved nature. For the most part, our conversations about women and sex were usually rather tame and light-hearted.
But
For the life of her, Annette could not fathom her boyfriend’s fascination with her asshole.
It was another Saturday night; they’d decided to spend it in. Much better to play their naked games than to hang out in a bunch of smoky bars and nightclubs, spending money and not having much fun. Instead, Annette was deliciously nude, leaning over the sofa with her legs spread wide. Her hands were on her hips, holding her asscheeks apart for David’s detailed inspection of her hiney.
It wasn’t that she
A client of my wife’s had given her gift certificates to a massage parlor as present during the holiday season. Neither of us had ever been to get a massage but we figured with the stress of work and everything else it would be relaxing. We called and scheduled appointments for the upcoming weekend around 3 pm when we would both be off of work. I had always been curious when it came to massages; I read many stories people had written about receiving happy endings during a massage.
Overall
18 year olds, Phillip mused, were much easier to talk into sexual experimentation than any other legal age. Perhaps once they turned 19 they’d had enough perverse encounters with dirty old men (by which he meant 35, which wasn’t all that old — unless, of course, you were 18) to be slightly more jaded. But 18… ah luscious, innocent 18 with all it’s bend-a-bility and flexibility in both mind and body.
Take, for instance, Aerin. The cute, bubbly blonde with the oddly
After a long hard and frustrating day at the office, I often enjoy stopping by the local pub to cool my frustrations. Today it didn’t work.
The phone had rung non stop for what seemed like an eternity. Every call was someone bitching about this or bitching about that. So to say the least my frustration level was at its peak. All I really wanted to do was tell them all where to go.
This has been my lot in life as I have been in sales for ten years. The only benefit to my job is the cute
Just another day really, nothing special to begin with. We had been in through the morrning, and we’d been out in the afternoon. We’d done some shopping for the flat, had a few giggles, a little bit off teasing and some playful jokes but now we were back. I had made a cup of tea for myself, a coffee for him, with a biscuit on the side. Every inch the happy domestic scene, but isn’t it always the case that you only hear the ‘something’s going to happen’ music
I stand back, admiring the view before me. You lay, sprawled on your stomach, in a spread-eagle position, completely open, completely vulnerable. Each wrist and ankle is tied securely to a bed post with a length of red silken rope. Although the knots are tied tightly, and you are unable to escape, with a quick tug, each rope will come free in an emergency.
But there is no emergency. No need to rush. I let the minutes drag by, watching you squirm in anticipation. You know I’m still in the