“Looking good, Joe!” Amy taunts from the porch, almost startling me off the ladder. Is it the Christmas lights I’m stringing up that she’s admiring? Or - yikes - my boner? I've been absentmindedly humming “Stacy’s Mom" by Fountains of Wayne, changing it to "Amy's Mom" in my head. I was so lost in erotic thoughts of Amy’s mom as I worked that I didn't notice Amy herself watching me. And my boner. Amy's boyfriend pulls into...

So ... fucking ... hot! I'm sweating like a beast from the strain of trying to hike out of western Washington's Dark Divide range on a broken ankle. Earlier I felt chilled to the bone, not surprising given the shock of my injury, the wet snow on the ground, and the huge mushy flakes splattering onto my jacket. But now I'm just sizzling. Wait, how did I get up here on the ridgeline again? Wasn't I trying to hike back down...

It's a Tuesday afternoon, a few weeks into the mass quarantine.  I'm a divorced guy, and living alone I haven't had actual physical contact with a fellow human in a long time now.  No handshakes. No hugs. No high-fives.  No fist-bumps. No brushed shoulders. No accidentally bumping the cashier's hand when she hands me back my card.  No nothing. At least I get to video-chat every day with my coworkers, friends and family, b...

“Three!” we highschoolers all yell. “Two!” Tanya looks at me. “One!” She smiles. “Happy New Year!” Unexpectedly, I feel her soft lips on mine. My first kiss. Hers? Possibly not. Fireworks explode outside. Fireworks inside, too. “Let’s go somewhere quiet,” teen spirit implores. In a room, tongues meet. Her lips suck my neck. Hands open blouse buttons. Then her bra clasp. Then zippers. Hands find parts for the first time. M...

We've known each other for a few years now. Usually there are others around. Today it's just you and me. Over lunch, we learn things we hadn't known about each other.. You nervously flip your alluring blonde hair. I probably have my own tells. We both know. Our eyes meet. Our lips meet. We find a quiet place. I taste your soft neck. Your supple breasts. Your luscious slit. My cock finds its way inside you. Amid thrusts, I...

We sample sweet, juicy Honeycrisps in the sun. She races me through the corn maze. Sun setting, we savor grilled brats and hot cider. Wandering the pumpkin patch hand in hand, we munch freshly dipped apples. She catches a caramel drip, playfully licking her finger. Sticky lips meet. Snuggling under a blanket on the hayride, her hand finds my straining stiffness. Mine caresses her jiggling orbs. We jump off into the darkne...