The Massage

It had been a great massage until I turned over and realized he was naked and had a huge cock hanging over his big sack. I had thought he paid a lot of attention to my glutes and while it had excited me when his fingers brushed my ass hole a couple of times, I figured it was just part of the process.

I was a little uncomfortable when he had said to turn over because I was a semi hard. When I did turn over, his manhood was only inches from my face. I got even harder and as he reached for my cock

The Office

She had spent all of the last week waiting for him, making sure she didn’t miss her train – the 722 to Waterloo. She stood in exactly the same place on the train. She was totally besotted by a man that had never spoken to her and whose name she didn’t know. She had barely eaten since he had taken her on the stairs.

She had recurring dreams where he was making love to her and always woke up breathless and sweating her pussy aching and her clit demanding attention.

Each night

Fascination

“Lissa?” Jill tossed her purse in the corner as she walked into the apartment, her dark hair sticking to her forehead in the sweltering heat. She knew that it always irritated Lissa when she left her purse there, but at the moment, Jill wasn’t all that interested in making Lissa happy. “Where the heck have you been?”

Not that Jill was completely furious with her friend. She’d managed to put up with Lissa’s addiction to J-pop and Lissa had coped with

The Virgin Bride

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

My First “Older Woman”

Surfing the net through the “amateurs’” pages, I have been delighted to find a number of sites dedicated to “mature” women – i.e., those over 40. Some of them, admittedly, should have kept their photographs to themselves, but then there are some incredibly attractive and sexy “older” women.

Looking at them made me recall my first experience with a woman many years older than I – it happened when I was 33, and the woman was, as she put it,

Putana

When I was 18 years old, in my senior year at a Catholic school for girls, my dad caught me on the street with my parochial school uniform’s skirt pulled up a few extra inches so that it uncovered my legs to get the attention of boys. A lot of girls at my school did that after school.

He is very strict. He is Sicilian.

He took me home and called me “putana,” “whore,” in Italian. He pulled me over his lap, pulled my skirt up and my panties down, and spanked me and

At the Cinema

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

Non-Stop Fucking

The Gate Attendant could barely focus as he compared the passport in his hand with the flight ticket. Both said, “Anny Santiago”…and the picture didn’t do her justice. As he ripped up her ticket he managed out a meek, “Enjoy your flight”.

Anny thanked the man and took back her ticket and dragged her bag through the corridor. When she passed by the gate attendant, she caught him doing a double take. She was used to it.

As she entered the plane, she was greeted

The Sundress

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

Jennifer’s Lesbian Affair

“Jack so wants you!” Melissa Webber told her friend Jennifer as the pair walked to the Webber house together, after school.

“He does not,” replied Jennifer, laughing.

“Yes he does,” Melissa said, her face splitting into a wide grin. “He wants you baaaaad.” She laughed along with her friend.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway,” Jennifer said, “because I’m not interested in him.”

“Why not?” Melissa asked.

“Because I don’t go for the jocks. They’re too pigheaded.”

“Whatever,” said Melissa. “I think