The two of them slept in. It had been a late night, and the day promised to stretch out before them. The extra sleep would do them both good. And the bliss of laying wrapped in each other’s arms had its own attraction that was difficult to overcome. Tim opened a bleary eye to look at the clock and the glowing electric 11:12.
“Amy… you awake yet?” He whispered the words at the back of her head, in a voice just above audible. “Amy?”
There was still no response
Allison put the card into the reader on the hotel door and entered the room with her friend Samantha in tow. “Bobby, you here?” she called out as she put down her shopping bags and looked around. She had been in the seminar all day and then went with Samantha to do a little shopping. It was nice that Bobby was able to accompany her to the seminar and spend time with her in the evenings when she was free.
“No sign of him,” she said to Samantha, “he must be working
Jeremy is by far the nicest guy I know. His warm eyes aren’t afraid to look into mine. His touch is gentle, communicating respect. He has a great sense of humor even though he doesn’t know any jokes. His humor comes from everyday life. He never misses any silly little thing that I do; he is always paying attention. Almost nothing is sexier than that. And he seems to genuinely like women, especially me.
So I decided that Jeremy would be the one. My curiosity had evolved over the last
The first time my next door neighbor Richard screwed me I was pissed. He borrowed my lawn mower a couple times, never returning it with a full tank of gas but always remembering not to clean the machine.
Okay, you don’t get to pick your neighbors, but he could have shown a little courtesy. It got worse a few weeks later when he “borrowed’ it without asking and proceeded to ruin the blade by attempting to cut through some dense overbrush in the back part of his yard.
Although I
“This feel good Trix?” she whispered in my ear.
“Fuck yeah, don’t stop.”
“Is it the best ever?” she asked as she licked my cheek, her nail dragging over my clit as she did so.
“Mm-hmm.”
She lingered over my clit once more with her fingernail and carried on, down, between the wet folds of my cunt lips, and pushed her finger inside me.
She scratched over my inner flesh, back and forth, inching further into me. I suddenly gasped, my eyes
Cybering over the internet can be a dangerous game. On the one hand, it is all a game, where strangers who will never meet come together to share erotic fantasies, often telling lies, and having the safest “sex” imaginable. On the other hand, the two people involved are both very real, and the intimacy of sharing one’s most powerful sexual desires with an enthusiastic and passionate partner is playing with fire – the temptation to take it real may become too difficult to
I’ve been living with my boyfriend, Dan, for a couple of months. A couple of weeks ago, Dan came home with some wild story about putting my sexual services up as a poker bet. When he saw the look of horror on my face, he quickly told me not to worry, and that he had in fact won the five hundred dollar pot. Since then I’ve been waiting for him to come home and tell me that he lost.
This morning Dan came to me in the kitchen with a strange look on his face.
“Uh, Karen,” he
My name is Jake. I’m about 5′ 10″ and fairly skinny. I like to stay in shape by running, but have never been into weight lifting or building muscle. That said, I like to think that I’m not scrawny and am fairly easy on the eyes.
I should also say that I am one of those people who doesn’t believe that anyone is completely straight or completely gay, but if you asked me which I was I would certainly tell you straight.
Throughout college, I hooked up with plenty of
He woke up about 7:30 a.m. and, at first, thought it was a normal morning. He felt a little chilly and reached for the blanket when he realized he wasn’t covered, but didn’t find it and opened his eyes to find the bed was stripped of blankets.
All he could see was a sheet of paper on the edge of the bed, so he put on his glasses and picked up a note from his wife.
“Good morning,” it said. “As you can see, things, if you decide so, will be much different this
The weekend after my first trip to the preview booth was really boring. I went to go see a movie with a friend that Saturday night, but all I could think about was going back to the adult bookstore. I went home after the movie and played with my new toy, but it didn’t compare to the real thing. I wanted more. Even after I came from my toy, my pussy was still throbbing wanting a real man inside of her.
I couldn’t sleep and I kept thinking about going back. I got out of bed and turned