Doug and Leigh were hiking through the woods, he was in front of her and she admired him from behind. The boy had a nice butt, she thought, and she enjoyed looking at him even more than she did at the scenery. Not that the scenery wasn’t beautiful, they were hiking in the woods along a river, and she loved to look out across the river at the far bank as well… but he did have such a cute butt. That and his hair was long for a guy’s just a little below his ears and very shiny, one of her favorite things to do since she met him was run her fingers through it, massaging his scalp. Even though they weren’t dating or anything, she couldn’t help but feel attracted to him. (more…)

I open my eyes on the morning, knowing you will be home soon. I smile as I slide my hand between my legs, my thighs damp with thoughts of your return. I find my femininity moist as a dew-covered morning bloom. A finger slides between my labia, rubbing the bud that already awaits your touch, your kiss. It stiffens and I shiver. I need you to hurry.

I throw back the covers and rise, the cool air of our bedroom causing my skin to tingle. My nipples stand out. I stretch for the ceiling, feeling the kinks in my joints loosen and the blood flow better to all of my parts. I cross the bedroom and enter the bathroom. The tap turns under my hand and the water comes out hot. I close the door and step into the shower, feeling the hot water spray on my body. (more…)

Sylvia felt the vibrations of the music rise through the wooden dance floor. The huge—and really very good—Big Band moved smoothly into what she realized was the last tune of the set, “Moon River.” In fact, it was the last dance of the evening. She was glad she’d persuaded the band manager to show her his handwritten copy of his program and memorized the song order. The sound engulfed her.

Then she felt the long slender prick push against her. She reached down and used her two fingertips to open her pussy lips for him. She saw, as if detached from her body, her fingertips, glistening with red nail polish, guide the stiff red organ into her entrance. Tim groaned lustily. Sylvia felt him move into her vestibule, then hesitate. Then he shoved his cock deep into her without even a show of hesitation or gentleness. But it was fine. She was wet for him. It felt deep and good. He was irresistible, implacable, inevitable. (more…)

Dear Nicole,

Those are very good questions and they both have very good answers. First of all, even though in these letters it seems like all we did was go from one sexual encounter to another, that’s not the way it was. In fact, Felecia and I both were honor roll students and Felecia was on the principal’s list which was the highest level of all. I only saw her get an A- on her quarter grades a couple of times that year and both of those were in Mr. James’ class, and he was an asshole; almost no one got A’s from him. I was on the staff level honor roll. On that one, you could only get one B, and French tripped me up every time. (more…)

“NOTE

It’s fun writing these stories, but it’s also fun to know what people think. Let me know. Check out Chapter One.

Peacekeeper25 ”

Angel’s idea to get our writing done during the day and share fantasies in the evening was intriguing, so the next morning I slipped a note under her door telling her what my fantasy was in case she wanted to prepare for it.

I wrote—”You’re the farmer’s daughter alone on the farm and I show up at your door. I’ll be there at 7.”

For some reason this fantasy of working on a farm and getting seduced by the horny farmer’s daughter in the barn always aroused me, so this was a chance to play it out. Little did I know what Angel had in mind for me. (more…)

“For those of you who asked to see Derek get involved, you’ll have to wait for Part 3, which is already in progress. Until then, enjoy.”

“Why don’t you let me take control, for once.” She had asked.

“You’ve been in control before.” I answered.

She had laughed. “Even when I’m on top, your hands are on me moving me on you . . .”she smiled ” . . . but there is one way . . .”

Which is how I ended up in the position I’m in. Seated on a dining room chair, with my hands and feet rather firmly tied to the legs. It’s not the first time she’s tied me up—she’s right about my difficulty giving up control during sex, even when she’s the instigator I end up taking control. . . . it’s my nature—but it is the first time I’ve ever been tied up in the middle of the living room. (more…)

Dee is a married woman, and a mother. She is 40 years old. Steve is her voyeur husband, who is 39, and they share a wonderful marriage. They also like to play. If you don’t like thi idea or sound of this, then for goodness sake, don’t read on!

However, if you do, and you enjoy all the Marriedpervs stories, then enjoy, and oh yeah, let us know what you think ok?

Love, DEE - yep, that’s me!!

It was Monday morning, and I was at work early for a change. Al had rung and asked me to meet with two clients wishing to purchase homes in the bayside area. I was busily preparing some documentation for them when I walked into the stationery storeroom to get some leaflets about the area. (more…)

Kelly,

Around midnight we heard the doorbell ring. The four of us had paired off into couples, Miranda and Greg were one, and you and I were another. After recovering from our antics in The Tub we had decided to cool off for a little bit. We just sat around talking and looking out at the ocean. Everyone was dressed again and even I was wearing a pair of swimtrunks.

Miranda and Greg were together on the loveseat, pushed against the wall, and you were next to me on my oversized recliner. For the last hour or so you and I had sat with our arms around each other, just hugging and lightly kissing and doing a bit of petting. It was very different from the hard-core action we had been up to a few hours ago but it was nice and very erotic. We both wanted to go at it again like wild animals but were holding back for the moment and that’s what made it exciting. (more…)

I had a 4 hour drive home after leaving my sister”s house, and as nice as my trip was, I was glad to be heading home. My head was pounding lightly from the Margaritas and hot tubbing the night before. Rachel did not mention our nude hot-tubbing adventure and neither did I. I figured she was a bit embarrassed so both her mother and I let it go.

I took a long drink of my diet coke as I drove across miles of nothing that epitomized central Illinois. The day was warm and I was wearing a pair of comfy white cotton shorts, still without underwear, a light blue t-shirt without bra, and listening to classic rock while a warm breeze filled my car. (more…)

James and myself were regular performers at the local gay theatre, where we put on sex shows for the members of the public, as well as encouraging audience participation, be it from male or female participants. Following one of our shows, we were approached by Natalie, an organiser of a hen night party, to perform our sex acts in front of a group of girls. We were both astounded by the job as we had never performed out of the theatre before, and were not sure that a hen night would receive a gay act as well as in the theatre. When Natalie had told us that she and her friends from her office were regular attendees at the theatre, and that they would all be attending the hen party, we decided to give it a try. (more…)