“Wait!” ordered the games mistress. She took the eighteen year old brunette by the back of her short pleated skirt and held her before the girl could leave and join the others. “Not so fast,” she whispered. “They’re waiting for me!” the brunette pleaded turning to face Miss Vine. The games mistress reached inside the front pocket of her white tennis dress and produced a small glass suction tube with a black rubber bulb at...

It was a typical lazy Saturday for Brad. Now spring time, graduation was nearing for the high school senior. A muscled up jock, Brad stood a legit 6-3. He had starred in both lacrosse and football, and was still mulling over which college he was going to play for in the fall. Both seasons now over, weekends consisted of sleeping in, ordering takeout, and spying on his next door neighbor, Ms. Blossom. Brad’s parents were u...

I’m out cycling; I generally cycle most weekends, usually with a friend, but today I’m on my own. I’m going fairly fast along a winding country road, I see a few parked cars on my side of the road ahead of me, I look around to see if it’s safe to pull out to avoid the cars. As I look forward again, I see a car door, sweeping open in front of me, thinking - what the hell – where the hell did that come from, I try to swerve...

She had long, long legs, encased in sheer black nylons, and she sat opposite him with her knees pressed to one side. Her inner thighs brushed lightly together with each movement she made. Her pencil skirt had ridden up and he could see the darkness of her stocking tops where he wanted to run his fingers. He imagined his hands over the rough lace stocking tops, working upward; a delicious friction, and then finding her smo...

It was a normal day at work. I was sitting at my desk doing what I do every day. For the past three months I had been fantasizing about a girl at work. I didn't want to have sex with her; I just wanted to know what her feet looked like. She had always worn closed shoes, as specified in the standards of the office. I had no idea what her feet looked like, which made me want them even more. One day while she was sitting at...

Sarah, married and a mother of two, has taken a whirlwind journey of sexual encounters. Her friend Helen encourages her to experience one last erotic adventure. Each time Helen and I met, she gave me the gossip centered around the people I had met at her party. I learned that Artemis was fucking Athena even with a thirty year difference in their ages. Apollo and Ares are gay and expect to be married as soon as the state m...

Sarah is a wife and a mother of two. She has begun a search to clarify her sexual identity. In Chapter One, Sarah tested the waters looking at internet adult forums and participated in cyber sex. With a smorgasbord of sexual opportunities to consider , she is ready to embark on more intimate experiences. The next day I decided to raise the bar. I didn't want to participate in more cyber sex which wasn't much better than m...

You won't find guys like me in the phone book. I work off referrals from the women who have been on my table. I'm in the underground world of Erotic Massage. It is a taboo subject among most professional therapists. I was taught many years ago to give my client what ever she desired, within reason. From the journal of an Erotic Massage Therapist:It was mid-winter here in western North Carolina and I had cabin fever. Looki...

It was three AM. I woke up to a sudden noise in the bed beside me. I opened my eyes and found Bonnie sitting next to me. “I can’t sleep,” she said. “Close your eyes,” I told her. “And count sheep…” “Please...” she told me. “I had a nightmare.” I sat up. Having a bad dream can have its effect on your whole day. I recalled all the stuff I read about it on the Internet. I turned on the lava lamp. Bonnie was covered with swea...

It was late at night, probably around 2am. I was usually waking up around then to go for a pee. Normally I would just use my ensuite however it was being re-plastered from some water damage. This meant I had to walk across the hall to use the family bathroom, mainly used by my twin sister. As per usual Jess had left it in a right mess. There was makeup everywhere and clothes all over the floor. I was dying for a piss. I p...