Sarah and I had agreed to meet at an old Seaside Inn in Kennebunkport, Maine, for a weekend getaway. All during the week she had been the one expressing how horny she was, and how much she needed some attention. But it was through an act of nature and Sarah’s insatiable curiosity that I was the first to experience the joy and pleasure of an intense orgasm. In blinding, thick, wet fog, at the extreme end of a long seaside...

It had been a week since I had seen Sarah. She was a businesswoman now, with the responsibilities and problems that go along with being a manager, so it should not have been a surprise that some time would go by without hearing from her. On an early Friday evening she called to tell me she was at a restaurant and had just finished dinner and drinks with several people with whom she worked. Could I pick her up? I pulled my...

My body was still shaking from the powerful orgasm that had just rocked it, and the coolness of the ice still dripping on me. My boyfriend, my master, my love was laying beside me nuzzling my neck and playing with my hair. "I love hearing you come baby," he whispered in my ear."Mmm," I purred, "not as much as I love you making me come." He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. As I lay there with my head on hi...

I received my degree, accepted a position at the University, and bought a house bordering on a golf course in the little college town. There were sexual encounters over the next two years, some of which were one time affairs and others which were of longer term and which the reader can explore in some of my other stories. An opportunity arose in which I could work and also pursue another graduate degree at little or no co...

We are in my bedroom. You are undressing, watching me as I prepare some old ties to use as restraints. You are both turned on and a little scared. You want to be restrained; you've fantasized about it. Still, the thought of surrendering yourself to someone, of letting someone have full and complete access to your body makes you uneasy. Your concern, however, has been defeated by the knowledge that this will be an experien...

Here’s the thing. FMF threesomes are not easy. While the purpose of the gathering is the raison d’être of the activity, it is the planning, selection and organization that is often the most overlooked component. In our little gathering, by the time Carol and Jill arrived at my door, these necessities had already been accomplished. Arrangements and agreements had been made by the ladies involved. While my male ego would li...

Carol and her friend Jill had removed all of their clothes and had been playing with my cock. Carol, the instigator behind this quickly emerging threesome, had suggested that we all move upstairs to my bedroom. Carol led the way, followed by Jill and then me. I could see Carol’s tits sway back and forth as she climbed the stairs, and I watched Jill’s ass as she took each step. My hard shaft swung side to side and up and d...

It had been two weeks since AJ and Olivia’s night together, and AJ still couldn’t get the memories out of her mind. Most nights she went to sleep after bringing herself to a climax as she relived their passionate night together. AJ had tried to get Olivia to agree to another night, secretly, of course. But Olivia stayed stern that there was no way that they could risk it again. She had dropped enough hints that AJ knew th...

Prologue It had been an interesting 24 hours, beginning with a straightforward, but totally unexpected question from Carol: did I want to fuck her? Despite my surprise at the question, I did not hesitate with my response. There followed an interesting, but quick, four hand game of strip poker and a late dare proffered by Carol. I had already won three poker hands, each win resulting in Carol having to remove one of her fo...

Dark coffee slopped over the side of the wimpy styrofoam cup as Trish banged her fist on her desk. “God, I can’t seem to make a break on this case,” she groaned. While tangling her fingers in her hair, long tendrils escaped their braid to rest along her forearm as she leaned over the case file. She’d been working with the police department for two years, and they’d finally given her a “biggie.” ‘ Well, if you can call a s...

Carol had spent most of the previous night detailing her sexual history. I had told her that her disclosures were not something I needed to know, but she had insisted that I know about her past activities and slide into sexual addiction. Her words, not mine. She wanted to be frank and open at the outset of this new relationship. As well, the telling of her personal secrets to someone she was learning to trust was a contin...

Jeanine had put on her bra and top as well as her shorts and sandals. I wondered whether we were done for the evening. I saw the kid with the pizza pull his car into the parking lot and walk into the building. My doorbell rang. When I answered the door, Jeanine ducked into the bathroom, hidden from the front door. The thought passed through my mind that the kid with the pizza may have been one of her past partners. I open...