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Monday, November 10th, 2008
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Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a mystery but let's get back to things at hand. She was sitting there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her encounter that I really didn't want to make myself known. I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity.


Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Janet couldn’t sleep.
It might have been the heat or it might have been her roommate’s snoring
coming through the paper thin wall or it might have been that her
shit-for-brains ex-boyfriend had walked out on her a week ago for the last
time. Not that she missed him. Much. It could have been any of those things.
But it wasn’t.
You see, she had this itch.
It was a very aggravating itch, and it made her restless. It was located
in a very special place, high up between her thighs. It was a very deep itch,
and would require very deep scratching. Of course, she could scratch it
herself, as she had done on several occasions before, but her restlessness
was reenforced by the sound of gentle snores from the room next to hers.
It would be oh so much better to have somebody scratch it for her.

Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo. (more…)

Nipple Erection

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Patricia and I met in a popular night-spot, both of us without
a date as we’d watched the other couples conversing at the small,
rather cozy tables.. I noticed she was staring over at me quite a
bit, but I thought “let her make the first move…”

It didn’t take very long before we managed to make “direct” eye
contact with each-other. Her stiff nipples were making it difficult
not to look at her large and well-shaped `tits’, which strained her
bra as they pushed-out there, wanting to be “free”.. As the air-
conditioner was keeping the place very cool, no-doubt the effect it
was having on the ladies was very “revealing” to the men who were
there, as four out of five women had nice nipple erections.. So,
I did my best not to “look away” the next long glance we shared, and
motioned for her to join me at my table…which she did. (more…)

I come out of the dark

Monday, November 19th, 2007

You’ve just turned off your computer after reading all of the messages. You
decide it’s time for you to go to bed. As you climb between the cool sheets, I
can tell what you’re thinking. I know what you’re thinking.
You can’t see me but there I am. Standing in the shadows watching and
waiting. As you turn off the light, I wait patiently for you to go to sleep.
My heart is pounding wildly against the thin fabric of the gown that flows over
my naked body. Covering all that is there that will make you stiff. I want
you. As I watch you drift into a half sleep, I long for you. I move from my
hiding place slowly across the room to the bed which you lie upon. (more…)

Nice Of Him To Fuck Me

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess. She looks me

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the


A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

Sexy Ann Groupsex

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

You all remember the song called ” The Trolley Car Song” about the turn of the
century where a certain young innocent lady went for a ride and lost her heart
instead. This story takes place in the late nineteen thirty’s up to now. Well
leave me tell you I lost more than my heart or maybe I did not lose anything
but gained a lot instead. I know because I am a lady that went on a trolley
car ride and the same thing happen to me where I saw this tall, handsome young
young gentlemen and just like the song my heart started to reel when I looked
at him. What happened in the song happened to me and as I started to leave the
trolley he took hold of my hand and as if it were grand I stayed on till the
end of the line with his hand holding mine although the funniest feeling
passed over me and I felt a strange twinge between my legs when he took hold
of my hand. It was as if I had touched my own cunny, which I had done a few
times althought good girls aren’t suspose to do those things or even think or
know such words as cunny.

Married Girl Love Affair

Monday, August 13th, 2007

Not only was it hot, but the fucking humidity was so high that
the slight breeze didn’t dry his skin either. Fucking air
conditioner had the condenser shot, or something. It was
always something.
Damn thing had quit late in the afternoon and he couldn’t get
it fixed until the repairman looked at it in Monday morning.
And it was only Saturday night now.
Norman knew about keys, and locks, and deadbolts. His father
had let him work in the locksmith’s shop since he was about six
years old, teaching and guiding his son. (more…)

Interracial Dating Sex Story

Thursday, May 24th, 2007

Kate Brookfield watched her husband’s beautiful dark haired employer as she dialed

frantically a number from memory.

“Hello, David ? Yeah, it,s me… Lena Price… Hey listen, it’s all set… Mmmhm !, the little

blonde trick I was telling you about… Eight o’clock, okay ? We’ll meet you fellas there…Bye,

sugar”. She blew a kiss into the receiver. (more…)