The First Meeting

The day had finally come to meet. They had talked and tantalize each other for weeks and now they would be finally able to put their imaginations to use. Sandy kept looking at the clock at work knowing that there was a good chance Tom was at the motel be then. Tom also was continually looking at the clock with the same thoughts running thru his mind. Not soon enough the hour struck and Sandy quickly went to change and freshen up. The timing was finaly right. Her husband was away on a trip and Tom had a business meeting in her town on the same day. Read the rest of this entry »

Sex On Wheels

Laurie picked me up Saturday morning for our trip down to Waco to the car show. It was about an hour and a half drive from Dallas. We drove down I-35, moving right along with traffic. Laurie loved driving her little PT Cruiser. Despite the fact that she was deaf, she was a very good driver. At least, Laurie never played with the radio or talked on a cell phone like a lot of drivers.

Laurie had the “hots” for this guy, Gary that worked at the same place she did. He and his brother were big into street rods and muscle cars. They didn”t do any showing. They were more into buying and reselling. From the way Laurie talked, they must have a pretty lucrative business going. I wasn”t all that thrilled with the fact that Laurie had volunteered us to do some modeling with the two cars they had down there for sale. Laurie and I were the best of friends so we went out of our way to do things for each other. If she wanted to model with his cars, I”d go alone with it. Read the rest of this entry »

The Club

How do I begin to describe one of the most exciting nights of my life? Have you ever awoke planning to have another average day, yet totally unexpected events occur leading to something happening which you will remember until the day you die? Well, a day such as that occurred to me a few months ago.

I guess a little about myself. I am a 31-year-old male and have been married for six years. Unfortunately, I was not in the greatest relationship but I was content. The hardest part was after we had a child; it killed my wife’s sex drive. I literally had to beg my wife for sexual relief, but most times I was shot down. Fortunately, during this time of immense sexual frustration I maintained a close friendship with a very attractive single woman whom I had a brief but very enjoyable fling with in the past. Her name was Emily. Read the rest of this entry »

The Hundred-Year Blizzard

“Let’s GO, Ladies!” I shouted as I closed the cargo door on my new F-100.

“Never seen two women pack so much shit just to go skiing for a weekend,” I mused aloud as I made my way to the cab of the truck.

Breckenridge was a good day’s drive from East Colorado and I really wanted to get an early start, but Sharon, my girlfriend, Beth’s mother, had decided at the last instant that she wanted to come with us.

Beth and I had been dating for almost a month; a truly torrid relationship that had opened my eyes to aspects of sex that I never even knew existed. Last week, she won some sort of radio contest, the prize being a weekend for two at some fancy resort in Breckenridge, and I had been looking forward to hitting the slopes as well as a weekend of ribald debauchery with an incredibly sensuous woman. To say I was chagrined at being chaperoned would be to severely understate the case. Read the rest of this entry »

Mrs. Vale’s Secret Ch. 02

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The pleasant effect of the champagne, and her illicit lovemaking, still lingering, Amy pulled onto the freeway linking the city’s downtown to her quiet, suburban home. Setting the cruise control, she felt a swell of contentment. How many had what she had? A wealthy lover who lavished her with affection, and money; a magnificent home, purchased with that money; and a husband who was serious, responsible, and not too demanding in bed. The excitement, affluence, and stability that all these things brought made her a happy woman indeed. In fact, it often seemed to Amy, that a woman couldn’t be happy without them. Read the rest of this entry »

Rayne’s Addiction

I pulled into the parking lot of That Italian Place and looked for a space to park. It was a bit late for the dinner crowd, so there was plenty of room. I found a place rather near the door, parked, and headed into the restaurant.

I’ve always liked that restaurant. It has low lights, an intimate atmosphere, and soft music that had never been exposed to Barry Manilow or heavy metal. The food is great, too!

I went through the doors, and glanced around the room. I spotted the couple right away: Rayne: a tall lady with finely shaped features, and black hair shining with reddish highlights. If she were to stand up, you could see her perfect proportions. But there is more to her than looking can tell you: she’s a genuinely nice person, and a delight to talk to. Good in bed, too. Or perhaps I should say “great”! Then there’s Tam – sandy hair, slight build. Sitting at the table, he seemed to be the same height as Rayne. The couple was seated in a U-shaped booth on the left of the room. I sauntered over. Read the rest of this entry »

My Visit With Tony Ch. 7

Tony was kneading my tits and he was not being gentle. I was aware of his hands. I was aware of his cock in my pussy and the fingers up my ass. Tony started talking again. “You are my bitch and you are going to find out what it is like to be fucked by two men at the same time. You wanted this and you ARE going to find out. You may have thought you would have a cock in your pussy and a cock in your mouth, but you are in for the surprise of YOUR life. You are not going to forget this night”.

The tone of his voice excited me but, at the same time, I didn’t know what was coming. I wasn’t sure I wanted whatever was going to happen. Tony reached up, got a good grip on my shoulders, and pulled me down tight on his chest. He spread his legs wide, which forced my legs wider also. Ronnie’s weight was holding my legs on the outside of Tony’s legs. Tony told Ronnie that it was time. Read the rest of this entry »

Three At Last

George and Emmy had made this drive to Atlanta before and it was always fun. Just getting away from all the stress at work and at home was so relaxing. They had known each other for a while and been lovers for almost as long as they’d known each other. There was easy conversation between them and even easier silences as they drove down I-85.

There were lots of questions too. Was this going to be a night of fulfilled fantasy or a night of disappointment? They had both anticipated this for so long and wanted it so much but was it too much to hope it would be all they dreamed about? Emmy wanted to be with a woman so much and she knew that George wanted to be there. Her fantasy and his were all tied up together and each wanted it for the other more than for themselves. Read the rest of this entry »

My First Threesome

“Hey guys, sorry it’s been a while since I posted. Life is busy!”

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Like most college students, I’ve found it necessary to have a part-time job to make it through the month. My parents don’t have a lot of money, so I’ve pretty much been out on my own since I was 18. I’ve been working since 15. But that’s beside the point.Currently, I’m employed at a local ice cream place, and almost everyone I work with is in high school. Almost. I work with two college students, and I’ve found myself fantasizing about one of them for quite some time. 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 »