“For all the men who aren’t picture perfect and all the women that took the time to notice them anyway. ”

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I have no idea when it was that I met him, though it seems as though I have known him forever. We have yet to touch each other in a sexual way, but my wish is that one day we will do so. Who am I talking about you may wonder? His name is John and I sit with him every day on my lunch break at the same diner where we met.

What started as a polite smile became a polite “Hi. How are you?” and then before I knew it, we were sitting together for lunch talking quite openly about all areas of our lives and going out occasionally as friends to the movies or for a dinner after work. The only touches we had shared was a courteous hand on my back as he led me into a room or a touch on my arm to bring my attention to something else. (more…)

From the moment she took his hand, Shayna felt the electricity. Like walking across a rug and touching something. A vooom, a kapow!! the spark of immediate attraction. Brad was a man she wanted to know much better.

Dinner was magnificent - Shayna supposed. To tell the truth, she could barely remember the meal - she was so lost in this man. And he in her, it seemed. She didn’t remember much of the conversation in the car on the way there either, all she knew is she was going to break the rule she’d had in her dating days — she was going to fuck this man on the first date. (more…)

Steve had arrived at their Spanish villa a couple of days before the rest of the family in order to open it up, clean it and get the pool sorted. When he collected them from the airport, he was surprised to see that Josie and the children had their neighbour’s eighteen year-old daughter Caroline in tow. With Caroline mooching listlessly round the house before going to university, and driving her mother mad, Josie asked her if she wanted to come with her to Spain - she’d appreciate some company and help with the girls. Steve and Josie had known her since she was a little girl, when they had moved in next door to her parents. She had baby-sat for them and Steve had helped her with her homework, and at sixteen she had had a crush on Steve that was so obvious her mum would tease her into total mortification in front of them; Josie would smile and try and ease her discomfort with hilarious tales of her own infatuation at the same age with the married rector of her local church. (more…)

Jennifer and Derrick rode in the cab holding hands. She had been living in the city since graduating from college just over a year ago and, in that time, had not had much of a social life as she put her energy into writing for a regional magazine. On occasion she dated but most of those had been setups by well meaning friends. She had been in only two serious relationships, both back in college, but that seemed forever ago.

“So, tell me. If you have a good job downtown, why do you live so far uptown?” she asked. “Actually, beyond uptown?” she added. (more…)

The Night Bus

The northern Ohio landscape is monotonous, the sky hangs low and grey in the winter, and the air has a palpable texture some days. You can’t always decide on the scenery of your emotional attachment, though, and this depressing backdrop has drawn me back again. Not home, but college-home.

It is March and two months from now marks the second year of my graduation from Oberlin College. This is the awkward time after you are expelled from the book womb. My bus ticket includes free stop-overs, affording me a chance to re-connect with college friends who have spread themselves out between my home in Green Bay and my destination in southern Maine. (more…)

Sighard awoke as sun filtered through his tent and bathed his face. He had celebrated very late into the night with the two slave girls still slumbering contently on his broad chest. His hands traveled their backs and caressed their sides until they moved on him, luxuriating in the blanket and the hard, furry chest of their lover. Eventually he urged them awake and they looked at one another with knowing eyes. They each slid under the blanket and kissed a wet trail down his belly. Arriving at his limp cock, they closed their lips around his over sized member and licked and sucked it to readiness. With their little hands reaching up to roam his hard belly and chest, the slave girls took turns suckling at his root, taking it as deeply as the could, burying their noses in his tangle of hair and pulling back, allowing her slave sister to enjoy his flesh. (more…)

Felicity explores the flirtatious access to John’s fellow athletes, culminating in a feast of teasing, group sex and John’s rear entry ecstasy.

Felicity was always careful to not allow her virgin lovers to become obsessed with her. After a virgin had feasted on her voracious sexual desire inevitably they would fall in love with her. She let them know that they were not her boyfriend’s they were just guys that she liked to fuck. So it was with John. Initially she mined his virgin enthusiasm to fuck her day and night long and hard until he became accomplished at pleasing her with his hands and mouth while his prowess with his cock foretold his athlete status and each fuck was longer, harder and more erotic than the last. Her orgasms were more intense and frequent, his held off for longer and then climaxed ecstatically. Felicity encouraged him with her sexy clothing or lack of it, she wore no panties or wore panties that filled his imagination with desire. She encouraged him to fuck her in exotic and dangerous locations. She fucked him wildly after he had won a distance race in the change rooms of the athletics club. But whilst her desire to fuck John was strong he was aware that he was not the only one to have her each week and sometimes each day this too added to the jealous enthusiasm with which he fuelled his lovemaking. Whilst he could think of nothing else but her she continued to fuck many men regularly. It was inevitable that her voracious appetite for sex with virgin men led her eventually to John’s friends. This is Felicity’s perspective on two of those seductions which she brought together into an unbelievably wild group. (more…)

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The drive to Mike and Amy’s trailer was a short one. When we arrived at the double wide trailer I noticed a few other cars and golf carts parked outside. I was happy we weren’t the first guests to arrive. Jim held Sharon’s and my hands as we negotiated the wooden steps of the deck in front of their home in our heels. I was glad he did, as it would have been a little tricky on our own. The shoes may be sexy but are not designed for going cross country. (more…)