The weekend was OK. I just wanted to get back to see what D was going to do when I got to her house. Monday, I showered shaved and dressed quickly. I left almost an hour early telling my wife I had another early meeting. When I arrived at D’s house, her door was open. She met me at the door in a robe. We walked upstairs as she asked me to help her with something. We got to her bedroom and she stood here by the bed. Then to my surprise and my enjoyment D opened her robe, and dropped it to the floor. She had nothing on under it. My tongue started to drool and cock got hard. I played along and asked: “So what exactly do you me to help you with?” (more…)

“**I’m giving something a try, readers. I can tell you that I’m a woman, but I wanted to try my hand at writing a story from the man’s point of view. I always welcome feedback and comments. Men, please let me know how I did on this one from a man’s point of view**”

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For those of you who are in the emergency services, you’ll have to excuse my wife. She’s not living in “our” world of pagers, sirens, light bars, late calls in the cold, and brotherhood (or sisterhood). She just doesn’t “get” it. She doesn’t get a thrill out of it like we do. (more…)

“{This chapter is intended to stand alone, however, characters are evolving and new characters are being added. For clarity read chapters 1 through 15.}”

“What the hell!” I exclaimed when I heard boards hitting the ground outside our back door.

“That’s Charles,” Laura said. She was sitting across the breakfast table, having gotten up to see me off to school. “I called them yesterday after we talked. He wanted to get started.”

“We haven’t settled on a price for the work,” I complained.

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My name’s Ellie — and I’m a slut.

Well, I must be — if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nipples hard and my breasts and pussy tingle, an aching that will only go away if I behave like the slut I really am.

So when the aching comes, I book a holiday — and I ease that ache. (more…)

The Moments are plentiful. Like a line is just a series of tiny dots, these Moments of Clarity form the path through a life of experiences and sensations. Never a straight line but rather like the jagged, rhythmic line of the heartbeat. Ups and downs. Ins and outs. Trials and tribulations.

A lot of the Moments in the first instalment were associated with ‘firsts’. First time you did this. First time you felt that. Because the firsts are Moments that stick. This instalment includes some as well but there are so many other profound Moments that happen often. (more…)

*Written By: livingsingl

Co-Authored By: redridinghood999*

“US AIR FLIGHT 893 TO HAWAII, BOARDING AT GATE NUMBER 47″ The bank robber and his hostage left the secluded shack in the woods under cover of darkness, driving in to the airport. We parked the car in the lot, leaving it never to be picked up again. Once inside the airport, the presence of occasional security officers made us both a little nervous, but our fake IDs didn’t alert the authorities. Hurrying, we make it to the gate, the last flight to Hawaii for the night. The airplane is about half-full, mostly late-night business travelers and vacationers who had to work that day. The gate attendant takes our tickets with a sleepy smile. “Thank you, have a good flight.” I didn’t take the time to go to Lori’s apartment, so she is wearing the same tight blue jeans I and one of my black t-shirts… it’s a little big on her, so it’s knotted in front, exposing a little bit of her stomach. She is biting her lip nervously, following closely into the docking gate, down the ramp to the plane. (more…)

Over the next few days, I kept in touch with both Lori and Lola, and the three of us agreed to go to the lounge on Saturday night. Lori hadn’t been there for a while, after an ugly confrontation with Becky. Lola and I convinced her she’d be safe with us, and she finally relented. I invited both ladies to come to the house early on Saturday, and hang out by the pool with me. Lola asked if she could bring Monique along, and being the relatively intelligent man I like to think I am, I immediately agreed. (more…)

“note: This is a Group Sex stroke story. Any readable elements should be credited to DreamPilot, Vella Ms, and Hugo Sam. All the other stuff is my fault.”

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The thick column of hard flesh maintained a steady rhythm of lust and need as it surged past the stretched opening to her body. The slick, unyielding cock jammed its engorged head ever deeper into her churning pussy. With each demanding stroke, Cindy Forester shivered with pleasure and growing passion.

She had no idea how long Ray had been kneeling between her outstretched legs hammering his flesh into her body. Maybe it had been minutes, maybe hours. It didn’t matter. (more…)

After a wild night with the farmer’s daughter fantasy, we both slept and then I got up early and, after a light kiss on the cheek, went back to my cabin to start my day of writing. The deal was for us to write for the day so that we’d meet our deadlines. I was intrigued when she said her turn would make me see what a devil she is, even though her name is Angel.

That night, she knocked on my screen door and called, “Professor Thom, can I come in?”

“Yes, the door is open,” I replied from my desk. (more…)

It was only when Jen looked up from reading the dare I had to do and fixed me with an evil grin that I knew this was going to get out of hand. Till then it had just been four friends having a laugh, but Jen’s expression told me that that was about to change.

“So, what is it?” said Amy.

“OK, guys,” said Jen, looking at Amy and Ste, before fixing her gaze back on me. “Nick has to kiss someone’s right nipple.” She paused to lift an eyebrow ever so slightly. “Now. Who’s he going to choose?”

There was silence as three pairs of eyes turned to look at me. I wasn’t prepared for this. Who would I pick? I knew who I wanted to pick. It was the girl sitting opposite me, holding a crumpled up piece of paper, and clearly enjoying my dilemma. But if I chose Jen it could cause all sorts of problems. (more…)