The rain bounced off the storefront window like tiny pebbles. Without sentiment, wave after wave of wind pushed in the fall months. Temperatures were dropping, the tourists were leaving and Diana Foster was looking at a long, off-season alone. During the summer months Diana’s fabric store was a favorite among the well-heeled women from Manhattan and the Boston suburbs. Busy from opening to closing, each day passed in a bl...

The day the strap-on arrived, I invited Julia for dinner. Being a Spaniard, she usually ate late, but since she had to work the following morning, we decided on seven in the evening. Before she arrived, I took a long shower and shaved my pussy. For some reason, it was important to me to look nice for her. I dressed in a short summer dress with flowers and sandals on my feet. I skipped the bra and the panties because they...

A day went by, then two. Two became three, which in turn became four, then five. Days filled with longing while my nights were filled with dreams, dreams from which I’d wake up to find my pussy drenched and my nipples as hard as rocks. I’d lay there, face buried in my pillow, hands clenching the edges, desperate to finish the job that my dreams had started as I replayed the memory of me, laying naked on the floor, Mrs. Va...

It had been two weeks since I’d seen Mrs. Vandermeer. Two excruciatingly long weeks during which I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, let alone do something about the terrible hunger she’d set loose within me. It wasn’t too bad during the day. After all, I kept busy with my normal day to day routine; going to school, hanging out with my friends, doing homework and chores, and spending time with my family. Not that I did...

                                                                   Cindy     Pamela was yard saleing, Going to yard sales was one of her Saturday morning rituals. She seldom actually bought anything but slowly picking through other peoples junk was a good way to relax and get to look though other peoples lives. The things people thought might sell were amazing and were often as unique and informative as asking direct ques...

Dot inspected her nude body in the mirror with pride as she prepared for her friend's visit that afternoon. Dot knew this beautiful young woman was coming to see her for more.  More sexual pleasure that she got a taste of the previous weekend with Dot and her friends.  Dot's breasts still rode high on her chest at thirty-five; nipples prominent with large pink aureole. Her flat belly led down to the whisp of blond pubic h...

Ted walked into the kitchen to see what was holding things up. "Oh, lord! What have we here?" He exclaimed loudly. His wife, Dot and her friend, Goody were locked in a fierce embrace. He was not so much surprised as pleasantly relieved. He had been hoping that this reunion would rejuvenate their previous relationship.The women were locked in a squirming clinch against the kitchen counter. Goody had one knee up to Dot's hi...

She asked me in her funny-cute French accent,"Dot......aav you avair make laav weeth an othair woomen?"Our conversation had finally reached the important issues. I knew it would lead to this eventually and I knew what she wanted to hear. "Yes, sweetheart, sure I have. And you?" I looked into the woman's blue eyes and they sparkled with anticipation. She was sitting across the corner of the dining room table as we sipped o...