Street lights flickered on and the sidewalks glistened from the remnants of an earlier shower. I stopped to gaze in a store window to see if the red pumps I was drooling for were still there. A man was blocking my view, but then I changed my attention to the most delicious set of glutes I had ever seen. He was about 6'4" and his broad shoulders told me he wasn't afraid of hard work. I couldn't help but notice how well he...

I am tired and wired And thinking I am tired and wired And drinking I am tired and wired Thinking about sex I am tired and wired Sex will make me forget I am tired and wired When you pin me down I am tired and wired Ignore my frown I am tired and wired Suck my tits I am tired and wired Lick my slit I am tired and wired I am so wet I am tired and wired And upset I am tired and wired I need to fuck I am tired and wired So y...

As a massage therapist for the last number of years, I have gained much satisfaction from knowing that my hands have helped people and made them happy. It was a career I wanted to do for many years, as I was often told that I was very good with my hands. Starting off with my training I was quite apprehensive about if I would struggle to get clients. Would a woman trust a man to give her a massage? Would she feel more secu...

The water streamed over their bodies, washing away the sweat and the grime from a long day. She loved the delicious feeling of his hands on her breasts. His hand sliding and coping as the flesh was made slick by the soap. His hand slipped up and over her breasts and he groped vainly at her nipples, which were spared his touch by the soaps embrace. She slipped her hands behind her back, she could already feel his erect coc...

Summer In the Ozarks 5 By the time they reached the lake, the sun was high in the sky and bearing down on Arkansas with full intensity. Despite all the rain from the previous day, the mercury had risen toward the one hundred degree mark. That was not unusual, even for as far north as they were, so close to the Missouri border that they could almost see the state line from Cal ’s home. Cal brought his black truck to a stop...

Fingertip to misted chestSliding over skinTwo smooth sweepsAround your heartEncase the heart withinThe wetness clingsUpon your lipsOur lips meet in a kissYou place my fingersTo your throatTo feel the pulse within  Beads of silver fill your hairAnd at the lightest touchThey turn to droplets running intoTiny rivuletsStreaming down your shoulderThe grandeur of that curveIts surface sweetly salty  So beautiful, I hurt.

A week had passed after I had held my first private English lesson. I had swapped careers, moving from my steady job in engineering to pursue my vocation as an English teacher. Now, I was reconsidering the wisdom of the whole thing, given the lapse in judgement with my first student. Emily was due for her second tutorial in the afternoon, and I was anxious about how things would turn out after her first visit. I would be...

Now that Erika seemed comfortable talking about her love of nylon stockings—not to mention how she enjoys wearing them all the time, even while bathing—I ventured to suggest that we share our own experiences. Talking can be the best therapy—besides, I was eager to learn more about her obsession, and not just for academic reasons. "So, Erika," I started, "when did you first begin to become attracted to nylon stockings? In...

Impatient with my bumbling, she crossed to me and quickly finished unbuttoning my shirt. It was a little odd, because of her high heels, to be almost eye-to-eye with her as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders and then peeled my t-shirt over my head. I was very aware of her heat, and her scent, and the proximity of those gorgeous breasts and their extremely erect nipples as she began to tug at my belt. It wasn’t entirely...

Freya’s clothes lay strewn across the front room marking a trail leading to the master bedroom. Freya beckoned with an almost musical tone, “I feel much better. Could you help me with something?” “What’s the problem? It’s kind of late, can’t it wait till morning?” Ben played stupid. “I think you need to take a closer look,” Freya anxiously raised her voice. “Be there in a minute,” Ben borrowed the verbiage Freya had used...

This a continuation of the Jessica series. Stories are not stand alone so please read the series in sequence for cast of characters and events. ***** We left the mall and walked to my car. I unlocked the car and tossed my purchases in the back. After we were in the car I turned and said, "Hi Curtis Williams, my name is, Jessica Summers." "Well I'm very pleased and honored to meet you, Jessica Summers! I was wondering when...

Slowly circling Sliding down Cork-screwing Paragliding Back from pleasure's peak My heaven Bliss My favourite moment Just before I sink to kiss His eyes, his lips And take his flesh Into my depths Once more Controlled and conscious  Hold him Press and squeeze and Feel him fill my body As he fills my soul I whisper 'Did you?' 'No.' I know Forgo the mess The slow egress Into my mundane Monday workday knickers 'Thanks.' Teas...

Rubbing my back Kissing my neck Hands sliding down my sides I cannot object My nipples are hard Its totally wrong We shouldn't be doing this But I'm so turned on Your fingers tracing Along my breasts Hard cock thrusting behind me Your panting breaths I want to give in Give you what you need Or maybe it's just My selfish greed The thought of you Pinning my hands Gripping my hair Making me obey your commands It gets my puss...

She took another sip of her wine before I took it from her and set both glasses down, and then I slowly peeled her t-shirt over her head as she raised her arms obligingly, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her breasts were gorgeous, so very perfect, with her rose nipples erect and pointed just slightly upward, sexy and adorable. I tossed the soiled shirt on the floor near the laundry hamper and knelt to untie her once-...