I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with…
1When my best friend Eileen told me about her financial problems that day at the Senior Center I barely gave it a second thought before offering her a room. After all, Don, my late husband, had left me very comfortably fixed. I was the solitary dried up old bean rattling around in that three thousand…
I watched her run, her hair in a long pony tail, as it swished in time with her long strides. Long, lithe legs extending in an easy stride. Five minutes before they’d been wrapped round my back. This affair, this zipless fuck, had been going on for almost two years now and I still didn’t…
It was an old shop in a new part of town. An anachronism, a dim and musty niche of knick-knacks and old things. I loved the place, I liked the atmosphere, I loved browsing it’s shelves and old artifacts. I also liked teasing and flirting with the owner’s wife. Her husband was as old and…
Let your tongue taste mine. Run it over my lips and feel the sensual feeling I am emitting through them. Run your tongue down my neck; find my nipples that are already pink and ready. Suck on them and make them harder and pinch them with your fingers. Cup my breasts as you fondle them…
You want to savor her taste, Letting it linger on your tongue. The sweet scent of her honey, Triggers your senses. You want to be inside her. You need to feel her tight grip As you thrust, As you claim her. You watch her with intense eyes, Adoring every movement of her body. Her soft…
Like many men my age, I’m just reaching retirement age, 62, I have found that being married to the same woman for so many years really put a damper on one’s sex life. You grow tired of the same old routine after 40 years of marriage, and she just doesn’t want to mess with sex…
Between leaving college and starting uni I was still a little inexperienced when it came to the ways of the world. I had not long had my eighteenth birthday. I was still learning how blonde hair, boobs and a big bum was not just a random assortment of genes. I had become an adolescent playground…
The crowd at Detroit’s annual erotic art show wasn’t oppressively large. It was just heavy enough to be lost in if one wanted to choose that. We had been there long enough to take in most of the displays. In truth, anticipating our plan was a bigger turn on. Besides, the real show was the…
The story picks up where Part II left off… Mattie has been hired once more as an escort by Simon. This was after they had spent an amazing night together a few weeks previously. Tonight was the launch of a new business venture for him. She was very impressed by him and looking forward to…
Millie hesitated. She was not sure if she should go ahead with it, but she just had to – her hidden desires were becoming harder to control. She needed to stay anonymous. She couldn’t afford to be found out. That would ruin her good girl image, and maybe her career too. She was a library…
(Continued from Millie’s Slutbook profile I) The ambience of the candlelit background, the glistening pink satin sheets and pillows, the six or seven dildos scattered around her like slaves, this sweaty, shimmering, tanned, blond, voluptuous Asian Catwoman looked like a modern day sex goddess. She looked around, much to her pleasure, seeing dildos of all…
Just as she had promised, the key was on the top of the doorframe. I took it down and unlocked the front door of a stylish, but moderate beach house. I had my clipboard, my measuring tape and my camera. The view from her great room was spectacular. The wall facing the beach was made…
Pamela was a princess Prim and proper was her style Pickiness personified Perfection made her smile. She knew the proper people Played polo (always won) Putting people in their places Was Pam’s idea of fun. Her suitor, Peter Perrin (A prick who drove a Porsche) Professed to be a pilot A perfect one of course….
your hands flow across my body resting as they reach my ribs. your breath kisses my collarbone then my neck…. I feel your face form a smile and I know you are here to worship. small, wet tattoos are drawn by the tip of your tongue as you make your way down down down. your…