My name is Yasmin Banks. I'm thirty two years old and I'm from South London. I had saved up a few grand to backpack through Southern Malaysia. It was something I had always wanted to do since I left college fifteen years ago. One thing after another had always prevented me from following my dreams. So, here I am, backpacking in Southern Malaysia with a tour guide. The magnificent and breath-taking views of the country mad...

7:05 – Lindsey was finally walking through the parking garage to her car after a long day at work. She worked as a Senior Associate at a large firm, with the title “Partner” in her near future. She was young, twenty nine, but worked her ass off to earn the title. She reached her black BMW made a mental note to not wear her black stiletto’s again tomorrow. They were her favorite, sexiest shoes, but damn, her feet were neve...

Just sitting under the tree your head in my lap the skies are clear  the birds are singing Looking at your beautiful eyes  your beautiful smile  your beautiful sexy body Enjoying your touch on my lap  your kisses on my hand  your hair flowing in the breeze feeling  the calm of my heart  the pride of your love  like I am on cloud-9 This I can  do every day  enjoy it rest of my life  say is the best feeling I love you Kay 

My heart pounds in my chest as she walks by. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils as she struts past me, hips swaying with every step. Her eyes dart to mine, just like every other day. My palms are sweaty as I once again avoid her gaze, and pretend as if I wasn't just gawking at her plump ass. There's something different about her today. She seems more defiant, more dangerous than usual. The tattoos on her arms and...

The unease I had been feeling was familiar, almost comforting. It was the last opportunity to back out. To back out and forget this folly. Anxiety, nervousness, excitement--a cocktail of conflicting emotions seemingly bubbling around my chest. Meeting someone for the first time and knowing that we’ll be fucking soon after. Then never seeing each other again. My back felt cool leaning upon a nearby lamp post. I was wonderi...

It was a little thing, just a touch as we passed in the kitchen. Liz had showered already and was cleaning up after breakfast, putting the kitchen in order so she could relax and start her day. I had just finished my workout and was getting water from the fridge. I was sweaty and steaming and the endorphins were boiling in me. So when her hand reached out for my waist, tenderly and casually, it felt right and proper. As I...

He sent a messenger with flowers, a box from Neiman Marcus and a note. I tipped the messenger $10 before closing the door and removing my clothes. That had been Rule No.3 or something: all gifts are to be opened in the nude as are all written exchanges and scheduled phone calls. Flowers are to be placed in the vase he had given me on our third date in the nude and the door is to be answered in the nude. Well, for him anyw...

You say you know my pussy is fat - Now what gave you a thought like that? Could it be the way my jeans slide between juicy lips squeezing the seams? Or is it just the pussy in your mind that makes you believe you know about mine? A pussy of fantasies, the cunt of your dreams,  visions of chocolate thighs with your head in between. Pink, pretty, pearly, sweet - honey sweet - cream... pussy so lovely it's almost obscene. Yo...

It was getting pathetic. Sydney had crushes on random boys every fifteen minutes but they were like chewing bubble gum: after a while they lost their flavor and her attention. For Sydney crushes didn't mean hooking up, or even necessarily speaking to the temporary target of her affection. For Sydney senior year was as much about romantic notions as it was about the actual pursuit of romantic relationships. Her head filled...

So here's the second part of our story. The thing to remember is that we are both mature, a bit bruised by life and perhaps a little behind in our sexual experience. As S explains, she was invisible in her marriage and my sex life was once a month and boring. If you read through this amazing story, see if you can spot the one thing missing? The New Girlfriend's TaleI hadn’t intended to continue the story, but the gentlema...

A high school hockey game: that's exactly where I wanted to be on my Saturday night. What a fantastic waste of my time. I was only there to film it for the crappy local news, that makes two things I didn't care about. I would have thought that leaving that shit of a town for my college in a distant state would have freed me from everything associated with my old high school, but there I was, back in my hometown. Of course...

I was waiting for him at our favorite local pub, The Water Poet, after work. I was still dressed in my work attire, black pencil skirt, platform Mary Jane heels, and frilly pink blouse with a pattern of tiny black hearts. After the surprise encounter in the morning, my mind was numb for the rest of the day. I couldn't believe how ballsy he had been to sneak into my office and basically molest me under my desk. It was tota...

"Oh for goodness sake.." After about ten horrendous minutes of looking for the peanuts needed for the cookies, I finally decided that it was time to go out and purchase some more. I was pretty sure that they were in the cupboard. Ah well. I slid into my car and drove off to the local corner shop. It was a Sunday and most of the major stores were closed.  I'd only been to this particular corner shop maybe once or twice a c...