“The cleaning lady.” There’s absolutely nothing sexy about such a thought. The phrase brought to mind a tired, middle-aged housewife, struggling to make ends meet by going around mopping people’s floors. But I needed some housecleaning done prior to inviting some guests to stay with me, so I did a quick search and called up the first cleaning service that popped up. When the doorbell rang and I opened it up to find Amber...

She was really something, that Angela. I was one of the newest teachers on the faculty, the new soccer coach, and she was one of the school’s more experienced teachers, with over ten years. But she caught my attention at that very first in-service meeting, clowning around and almost flirting as we sat together in the back row, pretty bored with the proceedings. She was asking me about my background and making a real effor...

She was so intoxicatingly beautiful, she had constantly lived in my fantasy life for years. Not that anything would come of it, I knew–she was happily married. But I couldn’t help feeling like she was flirting with me, every time we ran into each other. And, that happened fairly often–I was her husband’s boss. I was a good 20 years older than she was, but I found myself always thinking about trying to look good, to stay i...

As an American businessman making frequent business trips to Europe, I often thought about the stereotypes that people had about "Euro babes". Certainly, it was true that there were absolutely gorgeous Italian and French women. When I found out that my new assignment would have me traveling to Germany every month, at first I thought, "Oh well -- at least the food will be good!" Until I saw Erika. This was not an inexperie...

The year was 2079, and the three astronauts were on the first space mission to the outer solar system. The planned landing on Europa, one of Jupiter’s moons, was an ambitious undertaking. Angela reflected on all the years of training and the eighteen months in space on the way to Jupiter that had already passed. With six months to go, she was anxious to get to their destination and make the landing. But she was also reall...

The year was 1865, and the Civil War was over. Ella Caldwell and her husband had lost everything. Their South Carolina plantation was destroyed, though their house still stood. Except for their stable hand, Jack, all the slaves had run off when Sherman’s army came through, burning everything in sight. And now, the biggest disaster of all: Ella’s husband had clearly lost his mind to despair, and could no longer cope with t...

What has that damn kid done now? It was never good to get a note from the school, asking me to come in for “a talk.” My kid was a bright young man, but always getting into some kind of mischief. Never a big deal, it always seemed to me. But the school always took everything as a life-or-death matter, so I had to come in – again – to talk about it, whatever it was this time. I was a single dad, divorced; I had to take my r...

Hotel door behind us, our hearts start to race; Two shy lonely strangers, companions in lust. A brief awkward silence, a gentle embrace; Old loves all forgotten--those memories, mere dust. Kisses, first gentle, now urgent and deep; My hands on your body, you moan as they roam. Realizing what's coming, you smile, though you weep, To think that new love might soon call your heart home. Our bodies respond now, as hands grope...

I love my mom! Of course, you’ll tell me that everyone does; but I mean something different than the usual mother-daughter relationship. What I mean is that my mom is my lover, and has been my entire adult life. If the idea offends you, that’s fine. All you have to do is decide not to read any further. But if you are interested, let me just tell you that I (my name is Cindy, by the way) have never felt anything but loving...

My first visit to the clinic had been a whirlwind of surprises. I never even saw a doctor or a nurse, just the nurse’s kid sister Miriam. Miriam had tricked me and her sister, sneaking into the exam room and basically having her way with me. She was sexy as hell, and convinced me pretty quickly that I didn’t really have an E.D. problem, as long as my attention was focused on the enthusiastic and sexy attitude of the woman...

It wasn’t really “erectile dysfunction” – not exactly. I could get an erection and keep it hard for a good long time. The problem was getting it hard in the first place. Over the last few months, I seemed to have become a “slow starter”. After one too many encounters with women asking me “what’s wrong?” (thinking I wasn’t interested enough to get turned on), I decided it might be time to consult a doctor. I was told that...

 Part Two – Fond Memories  I awoke with a start. The incredible sex scene, seen through Carolyn’s window last night, was instantly replaying in my mind. I glanced toward my own window and saw the cum-splattered mess I had made last night as I lost control of myself watching my neighbor getting fucked so wildly. I knew who it was that my new neighbor reminded me of: it was none other than Mrs. K! Mrs. K was the sexy MILF n...

I floated between sleep and wakefulness, hovering in a dream state, not quite aware of my surroundings. I had probably been moaning in my sleep, no doubt the result of erotic dreams that happened almost nightly. Familiar faces from my past drifted in and out of one sleep-induced fantasy after another. Almost-innocent teenage lust, wild encounters with total strangers when I was a young man, mature women I had lusted after...

Part One -- Exhibition There was something familiar about her; at first I couldn’t figure it out. Her name was Carolyn, but that wasn’t what jogged my memory. Was it her face? Did she look like somebody I knew twenty years ago, back in college? I couldn’t picture it, because she wasn’t the right age; neither of us were. Like me, she looked to be on the high side of thirty-five, maybe forty; in my opinion, the sexiest age...

I went to my high school’s 25th reunion expecting nothing. I was recently divorced and figured I might as well get out of the house, enjoy a trip, have a few laughs. And ended up at a table with two women that had, long ago, been a part of my teenage fantasy life. By the end of the weekend, adult reality turned out to be even more interesting than my adolescent fantasies.One of my old classmates was Beth, a girl I had dat...