Jeanette and I work at an old library in our spare time. She and I have been good friends for a while now, but it’s not your usual friendship. True, we do the usual ‘girl’ things, but we’re also very open about our sexuality - sharing fantasies, experiences, and so much more!

Seeing how you”ve been so willing to try out just about anything with me, I invited you to the library so that we could fulfill one of my fantasies. You readily agreed, wondering what in the world I have in store for you. (more…)

She knew what she wanted as she looked into his eyes; however, how to portray that to him with out looking like an ordinary tramp was another thing.

Married for almost 2 years Jane had become very lonely around the house. Sure her and Kirk had sex a few times a week, but the rut of on the bed, after dark seemed to take a toll on Janet. She adored her husband, but clearly her sexual appetite was more than his.

She was almost too much to look at. Her reaction to him was nothing short of pure lust. Her blue eyes reflected just that. Her wants, her needs, her desires laid in his hands. He knew how to please a woman. This was one house-wife he knew he wanted to fuck. She was beautiful, more notably, she had an awesome body. But to get her to the point of actually letting go of her inhibitions and allowing him the pleasures of her body would be a totally different story. Derrick wondered what it would be like to be behind her fucking her, and wrapping his hands in her long curly hair. (more…)

Every guy I’ve ever known has secretly wanted some woman out of his league. For some it’s a high school teacher or a college cheerleader. For me it”s been Cassie.

The first time I met her I was waiting to pick my future wife Jill up from her parent”s house. It was a cold, crisp March evening and I had stepped into the foyer to get warm when Jill”s oldest brother Conrad stepped in with his latest girl. She had to be at least fifteen years younger than him. Damn, she was hot. She stood about 5′4″ with long, honey blonde hair. She had big blue eyes and a tight, tight body. From the moment she stepped in from the cold I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She pulled off a preppy tweed jacket, revealing a tiny white tank top struggling to contain the rockets standing straight out from her petite frame. She wasn”t wearing a bra and the cool winter night had her nipples at full attention. The image of her standing stiffly, her black open-toed heels pushing her perfect bubble ass up into the air has been permanently burned into my memory. Her jeans were tight enough I could see the folds of her pussy. I could hardly conceal my lust but I remember her glaring at me as though I was a piece of dog shit she had to step over on the street. We were finally introduced and I learned her name was Cassie. Later I found out she was a senior in high school. I stole glances of her at every chance but she was barely able to acknowledge we were even in the same room. What a bitch! (more…)

It has been one hell of a hot summer, I thought to myself as I turned the corner to finish the walk with my little dog. I looked down and caught sight of her little pink tongue nearly hitting the ground, she was so hot.

“Come on girl, just find any place to pee so we can go back to our air conditioning,” I scolded her as I swiped my arm across my forehead. I gave her leash a tug as we passed yet another tree apparently not good enough.

Finally, about three blocks later, she found a rock that must have had another dog’s scent because now it had Daphne’s. “Good dog,” I said as we turned and started home. Juggling the keys, the leash, and the doorknob, I could hear the phone ringing as we entered our cool house. Growling to myself a little as I kicked the door shut and dropped leash and keys as I ran for the phone. I had to smile as I glanced at the caller ID before picking up the phone. (more…)

There’s something a little Zen to the game of sex. The sound of one hand clapping? How about the fact that you never meet a hot woman when you’re trying? I don’t believe in pheromones, generally, but it’s obvious women can smell desperation on a man. From a long way off.

So it was with no plan in mind whatsoever that I went to a party at my best friend’s flat. I had just broken up with my live-in girlfriend and I was still pretty glum about it. I was looking forward to the party, though, and partially to take my mind off the break up. But I was eager, too, because the party was being thrown by my friend’s flat mate, an occasional standup comic who hung around the fringes of the entertainment industry. It was very likely no one attending would know anything about my personal misfortunes and I was damn glad not to have to talk about it. (more…)

“As always please let me know what you think. All comments good or bad are apprecieated. ”

———————————————-

As I sit here in the office trying to get through another boring day my mind wanders to yesterday. Now that was a day I will never forget. It all started as usual, me in my office waiting for the phone to ring. My mind off in a different place thinking of warm beaches and scantily clad ladies walking by.

The phone ringing startles me back to my dull office, as I pick it up I can hear woman’s voice, (more…)

“KK”s story Just Being Neighborly inspired me to write my version of the next day.”

*****

Some things you never want to see.

I just stood there staring through the window.

I watched my wife suck Mike.

I watched Mike fuck my wife.

Oh I fucked Mike”s wife that night too – twice.

I was awoken in the morning by Sandy, Mike’s wife, giving me a blow job - she was good at it, she was really good at it. Naturally, I went down on her. She hadn’t cleaned herself from the night before - I guess it didn’t matter. I fucked her, no…she actually fucked me. She came a couple of times - I couldn’t seem to come inside her so finally she just jerked me off. (more…)

He read the note again, then folded it carefully and stuck it deep in his pocket. His cock twitched at the thought of what he’d just read. Looking at his watch, he saw he still had two hours until he could get home and get ready for her. The rest of his day went only too slowly…

…The note lay open on his dresser. In the shower, he pulled the razor slowly over his balls, cleaning the hair from them. The soap and water felt good as he pulled his cock up to expose more of his scrotum. He couldn’t help getting hard as he thought again of the instructions given to him that day. (more…)

The American West. Images come to mind such as cowboys and tall cacti. Endless hot deserts and beautiful sunsets. Rough dusty roads and stunning red plateaus. I wanted to see all this without the hassle of driving 2000 miles, so my girlfriend Heather and I took a trip on an Amtrack train from Chicago to Los Angeles. We enjoyed the view through the large windows, and had a great time just relaxing, watching the scenery go by. On the second night of our journey, we enjoyed the scenery even more, because we were making love while looking out the window. (more…)

6:00p.m.

Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and LaJoria got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen.

“Why don’t we take our dessert into the living room, Rell and Jori,” my step dad suggested. Jori and I looked at each other and got up. She walked behind me as we entered the room. (more…)