“This story was inspired by a quaint lingerie boutique nestled in a small rocky mountain town. Its characters are fictitious. But if you are interested in having a look at their web site drop me a line and I would be happy to send it to you.”

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“After nine months of thesis assignments and seemingly unending research, the summer break could not have come soon enough.

Even the two weeks of just letting the mind come to terms with relaxing seemed a chore. So now it was time to work and save up for the next round of schooling. (more…)

Well, after the most hectic night of my married life, and Des had dressed and gone off to work, as usual, my thoughts turned to the investigation of the piercing that I had now resolved to surprise my husband with as soon as possible, when the phone rang. It was my new friend Cathy. Ken had gone off to work and she was nearly finished with the moving chores and would have their apartment tidy by 10am if I would like to come on over for morning coffee and a chat before lunch. She was keen to get established in her new city and find out about work prospects and where the best shopping centre was around the town. I agreed to see her as soon as I had organised my household activities and could get out for the day, as I needed to go shopping anyway. (more…)

As Matthew watched Meredith walk carefully up the steps, he found himself smiling. Driving home, he wondered why. He had been a professor of music for several years, and the female students made no secret of their interest in him. They had always flirted with him, but since becoming a widower, he seemed to have magnetic appeal.

He drove slowly, in no hurry to return to his empty house. Sometimes, he wondered why he had been in such a rush to start his career. He had gone to school constantly, never taking a summer off, never resting. His music degree, graduate school, concerts, he had to keep moving. He was the youngest professor on staff, being nearer in age to the graduate students he taught than the faculty. He had known Ariel most of his life, growing up in the same neighborhood and climbing trees together. When he rediscovered her in college, he knew he had found magic and pursued her avidly. She was an artist and understood the creative need burning in him. They could spend whole weekends in the same place, each working on the current project in their life, never speaking. They were at peace with the artistic mind and soul. They fell in love and married, both keeping a part of their soul for the wonders they needed to bring forth. (more…)

“Editor’s Note: Semi-true story- All of the events in the beginning happened, yet I’m working on trying to seduce her. Mission currently at 15% complete =0) And in this story, my size is accurate, unlike the other ones.”

I work at Mobil, which has a Tim Hortons in it; the only one for 15 miles because we’re out in the country in the middle of nowhere. I usually work mornings, from 6-2 on weekends and sometimes at night, but mornings are always the best because I get to see her.

My name is Brandon, and I’m 19 yrs old. I go to school full-time locally, 5′10 195 lbs, athletic build but not too bulky yet strong and blonde hair with blue eyes- typical German. Erin, my “project”, is about 5′6, a little on the heavy side but still very attractive, blonde hair with dark roots and blue eyes as well. (more…)

I shouldn”t be here. The thought flickers through my mind and extinguishes as soon as he opens the door. His smile and his words douse my fears. Within moments, my arms are around his neck, his mouth is on mine, and his hands begin their exploration.

“I met him some years ago, in a random, not-prepared to meet someone kind of way. I remember sitting in the warm summer sun, activity happening all around us, yet all my attention was focused on him. It was almost as if we were in a bubble in which nothing else could invade. Did I know that a few years later, he would be so deeply entwined in my life that I could not bear to let him go? (more…)

Shayna leaned down on the bar counter inside the pub called, ‘The Highwayman’, and recalled the events of the last 20 hours. She hadn’t returned to her apartment since last night, after having spotted her boyfriend with her best friend Donna, in Donna’s bedroom, while at a party at Donna’s. She’d been roaming around all night, somehow escaped from a group of stalkers by hiding behind a bush, and then slept there. She returned to Donna’s place in the morning, spying on her house, and seen her boyfriend leave. This left little doubt in her mind, and she’d been wandering around again, and she now found herself sitting at this bar, still clad in yesterday’s white blouse and short, pink skirt, drinking beer. (more…)

Through long dark lashes he looked down at me “Baby just tell me what you want” he whispered, I could hear the longing in his voice. I could feel how badly he wanted me as he pressed himself against me. His cock hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. His soft lips and the tickle of his mustache against the bounding pulses in my throat. He had been my companion for so long, the object of my hidden desires for what had seemed like an eternity. He was with me every night, in my dreams, holding me, caressing me, bringing me to new pleasures I had never known, and here he was in reality offering himself to me. (more…)

Amanda had truly enjoy her encounter with Paulo and was very anxious to share the experience with her best friends. She and her friends tried to find a time each month to get together and enjoy what their bodies could do to each other. This commitment had led to some very satisfying sexual encounters. What they didn’t know was that Amanda’s husband,Adam, had been watching some of their encounters and was planning on busting into the next party he saw.

Adam finally got the opportunity a few months later when he had arranged to be out of the house on and imaginary business trip. He had planed the weekend for two weeks and had made sure that Keshia, his 29 year old ebony lover, would be able to also be a part. (more…)

“The story you are about to read is true. I met Angel on the Internet through one of the swinger personal sites. The first part of our story begins with our e-mails to each other that began hot and finished hotter. Part 2 was our Friday night adventure together. Part 3 was Saturday with our first threesome. Part 4 is Sunday’s hot fun with 3 black US service men. This has been co-written by Angel and myself.”

By Sunday morning both Angel and I were starting to count up all the “firsts” we had experienced together and wanted to try to extend the list. From a previous contact Angel had made on the Internet, we tried to find a swinger’s bar referred to in Japan as “Couplakissa’s.” After checking for websites and calling her contact we were unsuccessful. I suggested that we should try repeating some of the things we had done the day before to see if we could find a couple of willing participant’s. (more…)

Every month for the past 15 years three friends of mine and I gather at a local hotel for an all-night poker party. Often we bring the more adventurous of our girlfriends and take periodic breaks to fuck and suck each other. These were the boys I discovered man-man sex with back in adolescence and our relationships have stayed strong through the years.

I figured this was a good group to introduce Nicole to her new life with and arranged for them all to pony up some money for a “professional” girl. There wasn’t much sexually we hadn’t done either with or in front of each other, so having a hooker didn’t faze anyone. (more…)