“Okay, it’s time to make this dick hard!” She said as she slid her naked body down. Yep, she knew. Imagine my embarrassment as her hands gripped the elastic of my boxers to roll it down only to reveal the limpness that prevailed during all this erotic stimulation. If she was not able to make…
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A side note before we begin the story: I would like to send out a special thank you to a special Lush member (who wishes to remain nameless for now) for help in editing this story. I usually do not have a problem editing, but I am not sure of myself when writing from a…
His touch is so gentle. I love it when he touches me. His hand entangles in my hair. His lips press and nibble against my neck. His free hand slides down my body, rough and warm. He pulls me closer to him, pressing himself against my smooth, naked body. I gasp as his hand reaches…
This story is based on a true story. (names have been changed) My name is Alexa. I’m an 18-year-old girl with long, dark brown hair that softly glides to almost my lower back, and light brown, glistening eyes. I have long, dark and thick eyelashes to compliment my bedroom eyes. I was fresh out of…
Heather grinned with a gleam in her eyes, told me she would be over to my swimming pool within five minutes, and then quickly disappeared into her house. I went into my house, took off all of my clothes, wrapped a large beach towel around myself, and then went out to my swimming pool to…
My neighbor is one sexy man. I’ve never been one who is focused on looks, but sometimes I can never resist myself. Zane lives nextdoor to me, a tall, blond man with nice blue eyes and a solid, muscled body. He lives alone, although he rarely spends the night so. I often hear loud thumping…
In my most recent “fantasy based on fact” story I told about how I had gone skinny-dipping in my swimming pool for the first time this season, why and how I had jacked off while in the pool, and how I had seen the lady next door, Heather, jilling herself while she was observing me….
My name is Ed, and my wife Joan and I have lived in the Atlanta area for many years, ever since moving here after graduation from college. We are now forty-five years old, and live in a nice suburb, and both of our kids are in college. Joan and I met when we were both…
I was in a new neighborhood after my ugly divorce. I was at a neighborhood barbecue and met many new people, some of whom were very attractive men and women. I was one of only two single women there. It was very casual and I was wearing a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and some…
from Part II….My cock had definitely noticed. It was coming alive again. I needed the cool water of the pool if I had any hope of surviving this day. With two giant steps, I leaped into the water next to Angie. Perhaps as a thank you, I embraced her. She wrapped her legs around my…
From Part I…..I continued to lick lightly all around her dripping slit as if to clean her up for the next round. The sweetness of her juices were like fine wine. My mind began to wonder about the next phase as Angie removed her knee from the barstool and tried to steady herself with her…
As my wife Krista and I backed from the driveway, our new neighbor-to-be came bouncing out of her house to say hello. Although a co-worker of Krista’s, I had never met Angie. A slim, bubbly red-head with a raspy southern voice, she immediately hit my soft – and hard – spots. We hadn’t even made…
My parents and I lived in a college town in the 1980s. Dad worked in a local manufacturing plant, and mom stayed home. When I was 16 years old a new family moved into the neighborhood right after Christmas. The family consisted of a man, woman and small boy not quite two years old. The…
Hello everyone, my name is Brian. I’m a senior who lives in Holyoke, Colorado. I live in a decent apartment complex near the edge of town. My dad divorced my mom after she went through some destructive habits when I was just 3 years old. I’ve lived with him and my 2 younger sister in…
It started while sitting on the living room couch. Sara—our babysitter, Beth—her friend, and me. I was back from my evening out, my wife was out of town, and the kids were downstairs, sound asleep. Sara lives next door with her parents and has been a family friend and our sitter for quite a while….