She is doing it to me again and yet remains unaware.

I am watching my beautiful wife of 20 years slowly get dressed as I put on my shirt and tie. Generally conservative and reserved the last thought on her mind involves seduction at this hour of the day. I could ask no more of her as she has given her life to raising and educating our children. I am grateful for her and the way she gracefully handles the many details and surprises of life with our two young children. She is oblivious to my rising desire for her as we dress for church. The not so gentle sounds of my two young sons interrupts the moment and snaps me back to the reality that we will be late if we don’t hurry ourselves along. (more…)

It was hot in the Laundromat. The thick blanket of humidity hung over the small room. She was alone as she sat on an empty washer, waiting for the dryer to finish. Blue jean cut off shorts and white tank top adorning her body, white sandals had been discarded somewhere along the way.

He entered clad in tight white T-shirt and jeans, jet black hair cropped fairly short, penetrating eyes washed over her as a polite smile was forwarded. They exchanged pleasantries and sat in silence for a few long moments before he ambled over to her. Sliding between her legs he looked up at her and smile…then leaned and kissed her bare shoulder. His kisses were like hot iron pokers upon her flesh, piercing through her with heat and thirst filled with lust. Her toned, tanned legs separated and wrapped around him slowly, draping their length over his hips, he pressed forward and drug his searing kisses along her collarbone and over to the other shoulder. Fingers lifted his chin as she brought his lips to meet hers in what would be a passionate, heated kiss. Tongues intertwining like erotic lovers, lips pressed firmly onto each other their fullness magnified. His fingers walking up her spine, hers holding his face between them. (more…)

Wednesday morning. I woke up to see the summer sun shining in through my bedroom window. Bright and early. Well, not exactly. It was 10 a.m., and I was enjoying the laziness of summer break between my sophomore and junior years of college. I was back at home living with my mother and stepfather for the summer, sleeping in as they were off at work. The only noise in the house was the hum of the central air conditioner. Seemed I had the house to myself.

I got up and showered to ready myself for another day of relaxation. As I got out of the shower and toweled myself dry, I glanced out the bathroom window overlooking the back deck and saw that I was not alone. My stepsister, Christine, was walking through the back yard, onto the deck. She was staying with us for a couple of weeks until she could move into her new apartment. She was wearing running shorts, a white t-shirt, sunglasses, and a baseball-style cap. Seemed she was coming back from a jog. (more…)

Karen sat naked on her vanity stool and brushed her long red hair. Her bronze tanned skin was still warm from the long shower she had just enjoyed. She brushed her hair back, gathering it in her free hand. Two twists and a flip later, the hair tie that had been around her wrist held her hair in a high pony tail. She completed the maneuver by wrapping the hair around itself and twisting it into a tight bun with a second tie.

Karen carefully applied her make-up. The effect she was seeking for this evening was more dramatic than usual. Unlike the natural look she generally preferred, Karen applied her make-up more heavily this evening. She planned to play the seductress this evening, and she winked and smiled at herself in the mirror as she transformed herself into just that. (more…)

“Mrs. Jameson has asked me to remind the whole class that she will give you your exam on the entire Information Sciences Unit on Monday, including the section that I’ve presented to you this week. If you have any questions as you study this weekend, my email address and my Instant Messenger handle are on the board. Have a great weekend.”

Penny Jameson is an old friend of mine that moved to rural New Mexico some years ago to marry her college sweetheart. After my recent breakup with my fiancée, she was my truest friend. After enduring endless heartbroken phone calls from me, she and her husband Reggie convinced me that southern New Mexico was the change of pace I needed. “Change of pace?” I retorted, “You mean absence of pace entirely.” I had never before left the East Coast. I’d never been out of the state for more than a week at a time. But I was in no condition to resist. Pen is almost always right about what’s good for me. And I knew I could run my dot.com from anywhere with a broadband connection. (more…)

Evan was lounging on the couch, in a towel, having just got out of the shower. Smelling good and looking fine, Evan was almost 6′1, black hair and startling green eyes. He worked out so he was very fit, tight stomach, and a butt to die for. He was very well endowed as the head of his thick, long cock peeked out from under the towel. The phone rang so he rose off the couch to pick it up. “One of these days, I gotta get with “the now” and get a cordless,” he thought to himself.

“Hello,” he purred into the phone. “Hi Honey,” Jenny, his girlfriend of the week, murmured into the phone. “I’m on my lunch hour so I thought I would give you a call and see what you were doing right now?” He hated her whining voice but she was good in bed, so he’d keep her until something else grabbed his attention. “I just got out of the shower,” as he rolled his eyes in disgust, having heard this story before. “Well, I’m bored, so talk to me,” she demanded, like it was his job to amuse her. (more…)

Six months ago, Morgan would have never thought she would have had sex outside of a serious relationship, but occasionally she surprised herself. She had met Jake on the Internet and a week later had met him in person. She had every intention to take it slowly, but once again, she surprised herself. The first time they met Jake came over to her apartment and they ended up making out and groping on her couch.

Morgan continued to tell Jake that was as far as she would go without being in a relationship, but Jake wasn”t looking for anything more than friends with benefits. Each time she talked to Jake, whether on the phone or Internet, her defenses weakened a little more. The next time Morgan saw Jake she had weakened enough to suck on his cock. Morgan had always enjoyed giving head and this time was no different. (more…)

The doorbell rang, disrupting the silence of the house. She had been waiting all morning for this guy to turn up. She opened the door a little and peeked round. “Plumber, erm Mrs. Davies?”

She beckoned for him to come in and follow her to the kitchen. As she passed the hall mirror, she caught a sideways glance at herself. She was just pushing forty, but not too bad for her age, at least she thought so. She turned to make sure the plumber was following her, he was still lifting his tools over the doorway. She again looked in the mirror, she still had a pretty face, not too many wrinkles, nice healthy colour. Her hair was that slightly tousled way, a few stray strands framing her face, softening the lines of her face. If she looked too closely she could spot a few grey roots, not too many because her colour owed more to a bottle than to genetics. Well she was told blondes have more fun!! (more…)

“There’s an intimate group of friends on Yahoo that make up JnK Erotica. A contest was held and the prize for the winners was a story written for them of their choosing. That’s where the characters in this story originate from.

It’s enough to say that this is by far the longest story I’ve ever attempted and I thank Paula for telling me to go for it.

I had to break this into vignettes in order to see all of it so I’ve included my early notes and outline as headers for each piece of the story. (more…)

I can”t tell you what happened. If I tell you what happened you”ll think I”m a slut. And… I”m definitely not a slut. It was only a one-time thing, but I had to do it. I didn”t really have a choice at the time, but looking back I know I wanted it. I had mentioned it to him so much, time and again. It took a while for him to understand why I wanted this… he wanted to make my first time special, but his idea of special was cooking me a nice candlelit dinner and then making love by the fire. Mine was just a bit different. (more…)