Gracie let go of Candy’s hand when they got outside to the car.  Bleep, bleep rang out as she opened up the locks.  They got in and Gracie started the car.  “I can’t believe the time we had last night, Miss!” Candy cooed.  “I feel like it’s a dream.”  Gracie leaned over and kissed Candy passionately and pushed her tongue deep inside her mouth, where Candy sucked on it.  “Mm,” she moaned with her Miss’s tongue pressed agai...

It was Labor Day weekend of 1993. Kelly was antsy. Kelly had a couple of wild fuck sessions with a wealthy guy (and his vintage car racing) buddies during that summer. But summer was ending too quickly. All summer long Kelly had been running around in tiny bikinis, short skirts, and dresses. She had an incredible tan, had lost a couple of pounds, was keeping everything down south shaved smooth as glass, and her twat was o...

After school, I walked down to the park. It was nice to be on my own at last knowing that the whole weekend lay ahead. I sat on a quiet bench under the trees watching the birds and squirrels for a while. I thought about my girlfriend; I really missed her. She’d moved away a few months ago when her dad got a new job. When I thought about the times we’d been together, especially out in the woods or even here in the park my...

“It’s finally official between you two?” Kat stopped browsing and stared at me, “I thought it happened weeks ago.” I continued to study the array of costumes in front of us. It was a couple of days before the party and I’d still not decided on a costume. In lieu of a mass-marketed outfit from a pop-up chain store, I’d been scouring thrift shops for inspiration. “How’d it happen?” Kat came up beside me, crossing her arms....

About a year ago we were having some friends over for dinner and a movie night at our house. As usual, Red was naked getting things ready in the house. They were going to arrive in about ten minutes and I jokingly told Red that maybe she should at least put on an apron for when they arrive. She went to the pantry, found an apron, and put it on. We both laughed and continued to get dinner ready. Ten minutes goes fast and o...

Her fingers caressing the keys of a piano.   Flash Her fingers raking  over his back.   His lips gracing the rim of his mug.     Flash   His lips kissing the column of her throat.    Her legs slipping into narrow-legged jeans.     Flash   Her legs gripping over the arrow of his hips.    His hands holding the edges of a newspaper.     Flash     His hands tightening over the softness of her thighs.    Her voice a sigh of da...

When Cindi and I lived in Chicago, we'd fly to New York City twice a year on business, and to see if we could scare up something trippy. Trippy is a word Cindi, and I used to describe a sexy experience between us, or with someone else. Sometimes we succeeded, sometimes not, but we always had fun. We'd have diner, then walk along 42nd Street looking for a porn movie. On one trip, we found a porn and sex show emporium adver...

As Sam was fucking me in the grass my mind was racing on my next step. How could I help Jessica celebrate her birthday, a birthday she would either enjoy or dread for the rest of her life. It would depend on how Jessica responded when I meet her tomorrow. Sunday morning started as any other normal day. I grabbed one of my new shirts that had an open collar that was wide enough to slip off my shoulders exposing the top of...

Sam could not believe what was happening, I had never given him a blow job in the twenty-six years we were together. His knees got week and he slipped to the floor, as he slipped down, I never let go of his stiff cock. In no time he told me he was about to cum; I just continued giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. We have not had sex for some time, but Sam and Jessica must have, because when he started to cum there was j...

Ben was always known for being full of shit. He was a small man with small man syndrome. The only thing about him that was big as far as I could tell was his ego. He couldn't tell of a single event without embellishing it to the point of ridiculousness. He was always the hero of the story, the champion, the tough guy or the ultimate lover or whatever other banal bullshit he could come up with. He could be funny, he certai...