The stars twinkled above her as she sat listening to the silence. It was a nice night. The air still a bit damp from the afternoon thunderstorm but a fresh breeze blowing over her scantily clad body. She watched the shadows pass over her pale legs as a cloud moved across the full moon. Her fingers reached to the hem of her green satin nighty as it ruffled up exposing the matching panties underneath. When she pulled the nighty down, her thumb brushed her tightly clad mound, tracing the lips of her pussy beneath. She sighed...missing him. Thinking of the nights they had spent there...listening to the water against the pier. The kisses they had shared...the passion. She shifted on the deck chair, stretching out her legs, her arms raised above her head holding the ... Read More»

The rain falls hard against my window on this windy winter evening as I stand up from my computer. I shut the monitor off and push in my chair. This was the last I will hear from my long-distance lover. I turned out the light and clutched a tissue to my nose with a reluctant release. I couldn’t believe I had become so ensconced with the faulty assumption our digital relationship would expand to an actual meeting and eventual embrace. Sally became more than an idle preoccupation; I obsessed over her words and her devious plans of my servicing her equally lustful loins. I knew pushing the envelope by pursuing the initially insignificant details might cause adversity in our discourse. My undying need to be with her got the best of me and I asked more than she was ... Read More»

The Barbarian was an unwanted gift and it still lay in its carton below the bed gathering dust. Helen had laughed with embarrassment when her friend Sharon had presented it to her as a going away present. The mat black box had been placed right in the middle of restaurant table to the amusement of all her friends and a sly wink from a passing waiter. She immediately whisked it away and stuffed it in to the carrier bag with her other presents. When she eventually returned home, she tipped the contents out on to the bed, only to feel mortified once again by its presence. As well as being rechargeable, it promised many other things, including a naturalistic look and feel, a dual function control that allowed reciprocating motion as well as vibration, and a tireless ... Read More»

Tanya watched in silence as I brought out my 'sex bag'. This was usually well hidden where none of my friends could find it and make fun of what I got up to sexually. I sat on my bed across from Tanya and laid out the objects we would be using. I still couldn't believe Tanya wanted to watch me fuck my arse. At first I thought it was the alcohol talking, but it had been almost half an hour since we had our last drink and she still hadn't backed out. After Tanya admitted she had never seen a guy's arse being pounded with a dildo and she would like to, I got confident enough to admit my other sexual fantasies. We talked for awhile and I started sobering up, I imagined Tanya was sober too. I also imagined she would back out any minute now and tell me to go fuck ... Read More»

It hit me again. It hit me while sitting in class, trying to concentrate on what the prof was saying, but to no avail. I innocently thought about the way you look hunching over slightly to peruse the kitchen pantry. Then, BOOM, it hit me, and I wanted you so badly that it took my breath away. But you're far away. You had no idea that this fierce wanting overtook all coherent thought. And I had to sit through another five hours of classes. I thought about taking matters into my own hands in the bathroom stall, but I wanted to enjoy every sensation. I wanted to savor every moan that broke upon my lips. I wanted to be able to whisper your name, and feel your hands on me. There's not one feeling better to me in this world... you on me. Any part of you on me... oh, ... Read More»

Mary's first feeling was relief. It would have been mortifying to have a human see what she had been doing, but the ram was only a dumb animal. Yet she still felt embarrassed. Animal or not, he was giving her a very strange sort of look. Did a ram know about handjobs? They certainly weren't equipped for such things, not with those cloven hooves. But did they understand how talented a hand with an opposing thumb was? Did Rocky realize Mary was doing something sexual? The girl still felt embarrassed. And she still felt horny, too. She had been just about to come when she had been interrupted. With her orgasm stopped at the last moment, her cunt was steaming and her clit was throbbing with a terrible immediacy. She wished that the ram would wander ... Read More»

To most people I appear shy in public, although friendly and caring. What most people don't know is that hidden behind the quiet exterior is a sex addict. I can't get enough of it! Some days I cannot stop thinking about my cock. Maybe I'm not totally obsessed with it but at least twenty times a day I do think about my cock. I think about what it looks like, what it feels like between my legs, in my briefs or in my boxers. I think about even more how it feels when I get to stroke it. I have been masturbating for most of my life and for as long as I can remember I have been jacking off at least once every day if not more. Now, as a happily married guy for over 28 years I still have to admit to enjoying some of my most intense orgasms solo. I still usually do it ... Read More»

Yesterday was one of those days for me. One of the days where I woke up wanting you, needing your fingers inside me, your tongue on my clit, and your cock, goddamn, I need your cock. I thought about it for hours, before I emailed you, before I called, before I begged you to fuck me. Before I even got out of bed, my cunt was already wet with the need for you, my nipples already hard. I imagined you there, watching me, and leaned back on the big pillows of my bed with my legs spread wide, head thrown back, eyes closed, and slipped my fingers down to my already swollen clit. I traced teasing little circles around it, never quite touching, never quite giving in. I brought my fingers back up to my mouth and sucked the slippery wetness off of them, then pinched and ... Read More»

Those last words were spoken. He sent her beyond where her crazy imagination would normally go. She willfully told him she'd think of him tonight. Slipping as usual between those cool borrowed sheets, a restful breath helped to settle her heavy head into the pillow. The pajamas selected for the night were not comfy enough. She shifted and twisted uncomfortably until she twisted and shifted out of them. There she lay naked. The cool covers kept her feeing safe amid the strangers outside the door. His voice continued through her mind. The few words he whispered resonated as her hands cupped her bare breasts. Instantly hardening nipples poked through the spaces between her fingers. Closing the gaps between her fingers brought on the inference of his hands ... Read More»

I stand before her, our nakedness exposed. I trace my right index finger over my lips and lick its length with my long, wet tongue. She does the same, copying my every move. Our eyes are locked on each other's as if in a trance, daring not to look away for fear of breaking the spell. I reach out to her, my hands almost meeting hers, save for the mirrored glass that stands between us. She is me, I am her. We meet here daily, several times, naked and alone. I marvel at her beauty and am ever amazed, that the woman I see before me is indeed really me. She is nothing more than a reflection of the woman I am and she is, without a doubt, the woman I most desire. Her heart-shaped lips are plump and pink, shiny and wet from the gloss she so carefully applies. Her ... Read More»

“So I decided to buy a new vibrator and introduce it while me and this guy I was dating were in bed. I hadn’t tried it before he came over, but my friend had one and she swore by how amazing it was. But what I didn’t realize is that whatever type of rubber or plastic the thing was made out of caused me to break out in serious hives. Once we started using it, I realized I was really itchy and then all of a sudden I got all these lumps on the inside of my thighs, which kind of killed the mood, not to mention it was super-embarrassing.” Read More»

Thanks for all the positive votes and kind words. For those who voted negatively I'm sorry you didn't like my tale. You probably won't like this one either.. For everyone else, let's go... Hey Guys... I need some positive votes to get this chapter out of the dumpster! Also some comments would be nice. If you don't like the story let me know why so I can write more to your liking... Thanks Sarah... As time went on, Charlie and I were finding each other less and less interesting. I'd seen him jerk off so many times it was less exciting and just really more mechanical each time we did it. Finally one day we stopped. We didn't talk about it or even plan it. We just stopped doing it together. That's when I met John Fuller. By then I was seventeen, nearing ... Read More»

Lover likes to tease me about how I am on a never-ending search for that which is sexy and tasteful. He believes the two are mutually exclusive. Most of our discussions on the topic come from the lack of lingerie that I own. Instead of corsets or teddies, I opt for lacy bras and panties. My breasts, natural to a fault, require underwire to make them perky. So, unlike the usual French babes who can run around braless until they die of old age with their barely there A cups, my D cups require more structure. And I'm afraid no one company has really cornered the market on really untrashy, underwire lingerie yet. Lover and I do most of our interaction over the Internet. We're separated by several hundred miles, so we do what we can, when we can. It had been a ... Read More»

Long distance relationships are the hardest, at least for someone as sexual as me; after one day of no interaction I thought my body was going to self combust. Brad and I had been dating for about a year and a half when he was shipped off to Iraq. I had made a promise to be true to my man, and I planned on keeping my end of the bargain. Besides, how much fun would it be to have all this pent up sexual tension just waiting for him to step off that plane? Poor guy wouldn't know what he had coming to him! Brad and I had ways around the miles. Yes, he was busy, leaving to do field work or search for the "bad guys" as he often said. In those days he would call me and check in with his promised ten minute phone call. These were short and sweet since there ... Read More»

Winter typically means cold, wet, and snow. In California it's quite a bit different. Winter means the grass turns brown and it rains (sometimes), behold the glory of two season climates. I just returned from a "guys" weekend trip to the mountains. Since its winter it's nice to actually see and touch snow when you're not used to it. Pretty much every winter this group of guys goes up, I'm the youngest usually, and they're all 5-15 years older. Not to mention they're all married. We usually go up in the fall for an amazing Oktoberfest which became a yearly thing. I'll never forget the first year I was invited to go up. I was dating a girl at the time (my best female friend, that was ultimately a disaster and emotions are completely irrational) and she was pissed ... Read More»