She twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she listened to the dial tone, impatiently waiting for him to pick up at the other end. Three rings, four rings, five rings. “Hello, Jack speaking,” he answered, his deep and masculine voice vibrating to her very core, making her already wet sex, ache. “I need you. I need to feel you against me. 7 pm, our normal place. See you there?” she breathed down the phone line. “Baby...

She watched from what she thought of as her favorite personal spot, several branches up in the middle of a large maple tree. The young couple intruded on her privacy several times now. She hoped they would simply go away, but today they spread a blanket and have a little picnic. She recognized them easily, two students at the same school she attended, a school from which she couldn’t wait to graduate. It wasn’t a bad scho...

Nichole had guy problems.  She had just ended the relationship with her boyfriend, someone she had been dating for a few months.  Nicole met him through a dating service.  She liked him okay, but their sex life was less than satisfying.  In truth, she rarely felt sexually fulfilled with those she dated.  While some sex is better than none, most guys just didn’t know how to excite her.  But she was philosophical about the...

I can’t help feeling increasingly aroused as I watch from the sidelines, as my father - the best man - dances with one of the bridesmaids, who he’s met for the first time just this weekend. She’s in her late twenties but is still probably another twenty years younger than him. There’s no denying she’s a good looking young woman, though her short, spikey blonde hair and the diamond stud in her nose hint at a rebellious str...

Ava was an intensely grounded woman for being so beautiful. Her allure never siphoned her charm, never left her hollow. Piercing blue eyes told you she was constantly thinking a million things but wouldn’t dare say what. On the occasions she did, pleasure was far too tame a word to say what it gave me. On that particular Thursday, her long, mahogany curls draped the shoulders of her thigh-length coat, full skirt complemen...

Sexual attraction is hard to explain.  What is it about the sight of the female, curvaceous and well formed, that inflames men’s desire?  Evolutionists posit that such urges are just beneficial traits that have developed over millennia to aid in the survival of the species.  But most animals have a mating season.  A time when the sexes are drawn to each other for propagation.  They get “horny” for a limited time and purpo...

“Let’s go for a walk,” she said suddenly. “A walk,” I moaned, “why can’t we keep laying here in the hammock and snuggle?” She guffawed due to me changing my voice to sound like a spoiled brat. “I am serious,” she said as she turned and sat her feet on the ground. “Ok, ok, you big bully.  We will go for a walk.” I had to admit, it was a good day for a walk.  I am not a cold-weather person, fighting fires in the wintertime,...

My family owns a piece of land in the woods near our town.  It’s not a place we use often, just a get-away.  It has a cabin and a lake.  There’s a ‘No Trespassing” sign by the lake, but the sign was put up years ago.  Occasionally townspeople use the lake, and we don’t care.  There is decent fishing, and it’s a cool spot for a dip on hot days.  Surrounded by trees and private, it even tempts some into skinny dipping.  Tha...

I’ve always known that I am a voyeur.  Not one of those creepy types that hides behind bushes and peer into windows.  No, more of an opportunist.  Given a respectable situation, one that won’t label me as a pervert or get me arrested, I like to watch.  A recent situation gave rise to an opportunity.  I live in a small condo garden apartment, three stories, with two apartments on each floor – on the right and left side of...

With great relief, I finally walked into my large and well-appointed hotel room with stunning views of the city. It should have been a pleasure. I had been travelling since the early hours, but my feet ached in my heels and I had the start of a lingering headache. This was not my deal; it had originated in our western office, but the agent had been taken ill and my name had come up as a substitute. I was, to put it mildly...

"My daughter Rachel wants to come for a visit." It was morning and Maggie and Tim were seated at his kitchen table drinking coffee. Tim's Thai maid bustled around, cutting up a papaya and boiling rice for congee, the rice soup they both enjoyed. “No problem," Tim answered. “She's welcome to stay here.” “But I'm worried. She doesn't know the kind of life I lead. I am still married to her father.” Maggie nervously played wi...