The Oral Bank Teller

My name is Michael. I’m 48, happily married, and I own a successful convenience store in the NY metro area. Owning a cash business like mine translates to lots of trips to the bank. I’ve been banking in the same place for over 5 years now so I know everyone there on a first name basis. It’s my favorite place to visit. It also helps that with bags full of cash everyday, I get the royal treatment from all the foxy young tellers– which does wonders for my middle-aged ego. I think maybe that’s what I love best about the place: the women. Especially the tellers. Read the rest of this entry »

The Sensual Bath and Massage

Sitting at my desk, finishing up some loose ends, my secretary Lois buzzes me with another phone call. “It’s Carol and she wants to talk to you ” she said. I hear your sweet voice on the other end “Rick I hope I’m not disturbing you”. “Now you know you could never disturb me” I answer. “I have had such a long week with meetings and all. I thought we should spend a quiet night at my apartment just relaxing and taking it easy.” you commented. “That sounds like a wonderful idea and maybe I’ll give you one of my special massages” I reply. I hear you take a short breath before answering. “Mmmm that sounds like a wonderful idea. I really am very tense you say with a hint of sexual playfulness in your voice. “I’m going to leave work a bit early and take a nice warm bath before you get there Rick” you continue. “Good, you’ll be fresh and clean for your massage” I reply. After hanging up, I found it difficult to concentrate on my work thinking about stroking your warm sensuous body later that night. I buzzed Lois and told her I was leaving early and to lock up the office when she left. As I left the office, I wondered what you would think when I showed up earlier than expected. Read the rest of this entry »

The Call

Everything was going well. I was sitting on a comfy couch, chatting with the friend that I hoped one day to turn into a girlfriend. We had gone back from lunch to her place; I had the afternoon off, and she telecommuted from home, where she had cleared her calendar for the day. We were sitting and laughing, enjoying a pitcher of margaritas when it happened.

Wait. Before I go on, let me step back for a second. I’m Mike. 35 years old, with piercing green eyes and not a single strand of hair on my head. I’m fairly athletic, though not militant about it or anything. I’m about 20 pounds heavier than I was in college, although most of that is long muscle from biking. I’m about 5′11″ tall, no facial hair, not the best looking guy, perhaps, but not hideous or anything, either. I’m in my work clothes, dockers and a polo shirt; computer programming is not a sartorially demanding enterprise. I usually wear jeans or shorts; the dockers were an effort to look good for our lunch “date.” The women in my life have described me as “a great guy” and “a fantastic friend.” Apparently those are euphemisms for “not dateable,” since the majority of my romantic interests in the past years have turned into friends. Not that there hasn’t been a fling here and there, but nothing serious. Read the rest of this entry »

The Balcony

The sun was just starting to set on the shoreline of Carolina Beach. Jack looked out onto his balcony to see the sunlight reflected off of the clouds and onto the sea. Brilliant hues of orange, red and pink created an incredible view. He thought about it a moment and then got up and got an ice cold beer from the refrigerator and stepped out onto the open balcony.

He had just moved to the beach from New York and was still getting used to the slower pace of the South, and the even slower pace of a southern beach. As he took a long swallow of his beer, he looked out at the ocean. It was a calm day and waves rolled in sedately along the shore, fish occasionally jumped and seagulls cried out for food as he let the scene wash over him. A movement caught his eye. He turned and was frozen in place. Read the rest of this entry »

Jeeves Ch. 02

She lowers her body into the limo grinning, she picks up the phone.

“Hey, where are you taking me doll? What are we doing tonight, when will I see you? ”

He chuckles, “soon doll face soon, just be patient, Jeeves knows where to take you, you just have to enjoy and take advantage of your gift.”

“Oh believe me darling, I have and will,” as she runs her finger over her still swollen mound.

She looks out the window, “Hmmm” she says, “where is he taking me, I do not recognize this?”

She could hear the smile on his lips, “You’ll see cutie pie just enjoy it, and I will see you soon.” Read the rest of this entry »

James and Dina Ch. 03

“*This is a work of fiction, meant to be read and enjoyed by adults. If adult material offends you or if you are not of consentable age to read such material, do not read any further.*”

Dina awoke the next morning, alone in the bed she shared with James. Rolling over, she felt a slight twinge of pain run from her groin down her legs. “”Oh my God, she thought, Terry must have stretched me further than James has. I’m so sore, but I feel so relaxed. I guess I had a lot of need stored up.”" Rising from the bed and wrapping a spring green silk robe around her slim form, Dina headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab a cup of strong black coffee and speak with James. Read the rest of this entry »

Jamie and Steve Meet at Last

Jamie was incredibly nervous at the thought of finally meeting Steve. They had chatted online for several months and it was time to finally put a face to the mystery. Jamie was a beautiful woman and she knew it but somehow she worried that she wouldn’t be everything that Steve expected. After all he could read her like a book, he knew her inner most desires, her secret fantasies, he knew all of her expect the physical side.

Steve sat a booth in the lounge, the place was dark and smoke lingered in the air. Read the rest of this entry »

Meeting Katya

Paris had been great, seeing old friends, hanging out on the rive gauche, re-visiting favourite restaurants and delights of delights going to English language movies. But I was glad to be leaving, the meeting that was the excuse for the trip had gone well, I”d won the contract I was after and had six months work to tide me over the summer, but I missed the South. The smell of the garrigue, the sense of space, the light, most of all the heat. Paris wet, polluted, crowded had worn me down and stressed me up- I needed a long walk along the beach, a swim in the sea and a good dose of heat to clean the pores. The morning rush hour crush of the Metro to the Gare de Lyon, and the tired, impatient crowds of the station brought back all the reasons I had turned my back on city life. Read the rest of this entry »

Making the Grade

“It was difficult to know how to categorize this one—there are elements of interracial relations, non-consensual sex, and it turns out (at least, I think) pretty erotic—ergo, the reason it ended up in ‘erotic couplings.’ So just be warned, if those aforementioned elements aren’t your pleasure, you may want to stop reading now. If, however, you are even the slightest bit intrigued…then please continue reading, and I hope it’s as enjoyable to you as it was to me and mine.”

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It’d been a helluva day, the kind that makes every nerve scream for release. Final exams were coming up all around the college campus, and everyone was under immense pressure, most noticeably the seniors in my literature course and the freshmen in my basic composition courses. Exhausted from the daily grind of classes, help sessions and the added burden of panicked students, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with a good book, but with the stack of papers still awaiting grades, it just wasn’t to be. Read the rest of this entry »

Meeting Jake

I met him when I applied for membership into an online group for local gangbangs. He just happened to be ” THE MAN” to talk to if I wanted to live out my fantasy to be an unknown fucktoy for a group of men for a while. I had no idea that I was about to meet a man who would allow me to give him a blow job that would totally blow me away.

I am a woman in my very early 40’s who has realized that I have too many fantasies yet to live. I am a natural blonde with hazels eyes, cute dimples and 38D tits. I may not be the first woman you want to hook up with at the bar but my ample breasts and nice smile do get me noticed every time I want to be. I am enjoying my life as a single person and any real relationship with love involved at this point in time would be overwhelming and just too scary. I want to experience all of the nasty dreams that have been going through my mind as I have given myself orgasms twice every day. I wondered…what does that make me? Read the rest of this entry »