I had a dream about you last night, and this what I wrote.

I was standing on the balcony wearing my favorite black nightie with the spaghetti straps. You came up behind me and gently slid the strap off my right shoulder, carefully pushing my hair to the side and over my left shoulder. Your hands slowly fell down the length of my body, your fingers barely touching my sides. Then you kissed me softly in the spot where the strap had been laying across my skin. Slowly and gently you kissed my neck your tongue tracing a deliciously seductive path to my earlobe, as you kissed licked and sucked on it. The wind blew softly sweetly stinging those places you just licked as the moistness evaporated from my hot skin, making the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Your arms were wrapped around my body your left hand resting on my belly and your right hand cupping and carefully squeezing my right breast and nipple. (more…)

I had not long finished chatting with him on the net. It was as wonderful as ever, but inside I still felt the gaping hunger of lust. Although I don’t like to admit it I was still as horny as hell.

Going up to the shower, I slipped out of my clothes and stepped in, the warm water ran over me slowly. I grabbed the sponged and began to wash myself, but my head kept on going back to my chats with him.

The sponge dropped to the floor of the shower and my hands replaced it soaping my body. Moving up to my breasts I ran my hands over them, lifting them to wash beneath, twirling my fingers around my hardening nipples, pinching them as I discovered the beautiful sensations running through me. Leaning against the cool wall of the shower, I raised one foot onto the side and worked one soapy hand down to my sex. It felt so smooth and fresh beneath my soapy hand; a finger caught my hardening bud and slowly began to rub with just the tip of my finger. I just stood there for a while flicking to and fro upon the sensitive knob of flesh. My head arched against the wall as the familiar sensations ran through me. I never ceased to wonder how that tiny piece of me could make my legs and bodies shake so. The splashing water on my face brought me back to where I was, and turning off the shower, I stepped off and wrapped myself in a towel. (more…)

“Writers note, I have shared all my stories with Lauren. I must say that she really enjoys them. I write them for her, but with her permission I share them with you.

Lauren is a woman that dreams are made from. She is untamable, wild, sexy, and beautiful. Every man has dreamed of, or seen a women like this one in his life. I was lucky enough to find her. Most of all she is a great friend. “FUCK SHE IS FINE THE HOTTEST NAUGHTIEST WOMEN I EVER MET”"

I thought, I saw you the other night in a crowded hazy bar. I stood and watched you dancing from a corner. I know who you are. I see a woman that I want so badly. I know you”re married but I want you. Lauren, I want you so very bad. I just need to think of a way to get you alone for a couple of hours. It is so hard to get you away from all those men that keep dancing with you. I just can”t get near you. I keep going back every night hoping to find you. The nights that I see you I want to talk to you but I don”t want to get rejected. You”re so fine all the guys won”t leave you alone for a minute. I am going to find away to talk to you the next time I see you. (more…)

I stand behind you as you are bathed in the silvery light of the full moon shining through the full windows of the bedroom. The house is silent as we are all alone. You are standing before me in all your naked glory and I am also naked. The air is comfortably warm as I start to trace my fingertips slowly from the back of your neck down the slightly rising knobs of your spine.

As I pass over each of the raised vertebrae, she shiver softly as if a small stroke of electricity has passed through your body. As agreed at the outset, we will not say a word for as long as possible and you are trying to steady yourself against the feelings you know are to soon overwhelm you. (more…)

“FORWARD:

This story is an ending to my ongoing relationship with Walter. This was written before I knew what happened to Walter. Initially this story was written for Walter”s eyes only, but I decided to submit it, to complete the set of Online Rendezvous stories. At the bottom of the story you can find out what happened to Walter.

(It”s not a bad thing, at least not for him.)”

I was sitting at the computer trying to finish an erotic story. It promised to be a good erotic story, I hoped to send it to my friend Walter when I was finished, and it was kind of a hint to him. (more…)

He smiled and kissed me atop my head, squeezing me tightly before releasing me and heading back into the bedroom. “We’ve got sightseeing to do…you promised,” he said with a glimmer in his eye. I knew I’d promised him, and I would…but part of me wanted to stay in that hotel room forever with him. We slowly dressed, admiring each other as though we’d been lovers forever. Then we were off for the sightseeing day ahead.

As we got into the car, he took my hand, caressing it gently and smiling at me. We had a long drive ahead of us, and I wasn’t sure if I could keep my hands all to myself!! We drove along the interstate, neither of us saying much…just sneaking occasional glances at each other. A small smile crossed my lips as I noticed him gazing at my cleavage, the low cut tank top I’d worn doing little to conceal it. I let my eyes slide to the bulge in his jeans, noticing how he was still aroused, even now. I could hardly wait to reach our destination. (more…)

I hadn”t planned on being home for the Fourth of July. I was supposed to be in New York on business. Instead, plans fell through and I was stuck at home with too much time on my hands. My family are big holiday people. Everything is an event, a huge party. For myself, I like the quiet solitude of being by myself without the big hoopla. Well, if I was going to get that, I was going to have to find the peace and quiet on my own.

My family had planned a huge picnic thing down by the lake for the Fourth. Usually, four or five other families will join ours and it turns into an old-fashioned get together ending in a huge fireworks display. For most of the day, I tried to stay out of the way, avoiding most everyone I could. My mind kept drifting to the business meetings I should have had the day before and after the Fourth. As I wandered around the lake, my hands stuck in my jean shorts pockets, I thought about my meetings, planning. I was lost in thought and not paying attention when I bumped into Clark. (more…)

We are walking though the woods, and my fingers are intertwined with yours. I can hear the trees whispering secrets around us as the wind softly blows through the leaves. The sun is slowly sinking below the horizon as we come to the small clearing where our tent is laid upon the ground. When you look down to smile with me, the sun’s last rays have made my dark curls a copper glow around my face, and I can see all the shades of blue in your eyes.

You lean down to kiss me, your lips warm and your tongue searching for mine, and I push my body against yours as we hold each other in a tight embrace. My hands move over the front of your jeans, lightly pressing and teasing you, while my mouth enjoys the taste of your lips. You break the kiss, wanting to go into the tent where the bed awaits our pleasures … but I shake my head in denial, and smile mischievously. Putting my hand around your waist (feeling you pulling back towards the tent) I walk you over to the edge of the clearing, knowing you are confused and impatient. Ahead, you realize I am walking towards the hammock tied between the trees, and I hear you chuckle softly, your arm snaking around my shoulders now. (more…)

Fred lifted Sasha up into the air, where she raised her arms out and yelled, “Go Tigers!” He kept a firm grip on her legs, not wanting to drop her. He looked up and saw the most beautiful thing in the world. He was staring straight up at Sasha”s bright pink panties. He could smell her pussy from where his face was!

“This is why I became a male cheerleader,” Fred said to himself, bringing Sasha down a moment later. Her crotch landed right on top of his head, her skirt falling over his face. And he thought he could smell it before! (more…)

Archimedes brushed his bearded chin as he stared down at the crown shining under the light of an oil lamp. Strands of dark curly hair with streaks of white fell across his sweaty knitted brows. Finally he drew an inward sigh, stared into space and scratched his head. His face was confounded.

The golden crown belonged to Hieron, king of Syracuse, a Greek colony in Sicily. In celebration of a victory in battle in 212 BC, he vowed to thank the gods by placing a crown of gold in Syracuse temple. To make sure no gold was stolen during the crown’s manufacture; Hieron weighed out the right amount. When the crown was completed, he checked its weight and found it was the same. But next day an informer told the palace that some gold had been replaced by silver. Without delay the king set Archimedes an apparently impossible task: to find out, without damaging the crown, whether the gold had been adulterated. (more…)