The next time they met, The Chair had finally begun to look like a chair - albeit a chair with many perverted attachments. It now looked like a simple black vinyl chair with cuffs attached at several points. The base pedestal was now covered with 4 plywood panels that had been covered with a thin layer of batting and vinyl. These panels were secured to the base with Velcro, enabling easy removal for servicing. While in the normal sitting position with the leg supports together, the thrusting units and their linkages are concealed underneath the leg supports. Currently, a cable ran from the base to the computer that had been setup on a nearby table. In the future he planned on replacing this cable connection with a wireless link. A power cord from the base was ... Read More»

Ralph logged on nearly every night now when Dee went to bed. She got up earlier than he did and would often fall asleep on the couch during the ten o'clock news. On these occasions, he'd nudge her awake and hustle her off to bed with an, "I'll be there soon." She was usually asleep again before her head fit the pillow, and he would sit in the living room with his laptop on a TV tray, his hand wrapped around the thick, pulsing length of his cock and the newscasters' reports of doom and gloom muted while he communed with a goddess. Her name was Julianne. Of course, it wasn't really, but they pretended it was real—they pretended it was all real—and it was good enough for him. He'd never have believed a virtual connection could feel so genuine, but it did. ... Read More»

Once upon a time back before vibrators had been invented and we ladies had to depend on our imagination I was a Navy wife. I was (and still am) reasonably attractive and as sexy as was allowed in those days. I was 33 and I am named Ann. I am a high school graduate as were most of my friends. My husband was career Navy and looking forward to becoming a Chief Petty Officer. He was an Aviation Machinist and also a Aircraft Crew Chief. What with his seniority, his flight pay and our base housing things were not too bad money wise. I worked part time and still had enough time to myself to enjoy some time 'with the girls' during most days. There were morning aerobics classes held daily at 1000. (That's Navy talk for 10:00AM) and most days would find me ... Read More»

I call you at work and ask if you are alone. You had said that you were going to have to get some paperwork done but didn't know how long it was going to take. I asked if you'd like me to bring you some lunch and you said that since you were alone that'd be fine. I tell you to start cleaning things off your desk, I was on my way with lunch. What you didn't know is that I bring not only lunch but dessert. I've brought my bag of toys along with some sexy lingerie. I've got a smile on my face on my drive over. I call you as I pull up outside and ask if you're ready for lunch. I ask if you are still alone and you say yes that you'd be right out. You eye my bag with interest as you pick up the bag of food. As we eat there is a glimmer in my eyes that you ... Read More»

It's kind of funny sometimes to hear that some people don't like the idea of being without clothing while outdoors. Many more seem to shrink perceptibly whenever the idea of outdoor sex or masturbation is brought forward. I guess I've enjoyed being nude in the outdoors for a long time. Or even just nude somewhere where there is a chance I can be seen walking without clothing, sometimes even playing with my cock ... Various situations will entice me to self-pleasure. Sometimes it doesn't involve any touching. Simply being nude is exciting. On occasion I will walk out to the garage wearing nothing but an erection, with the garage door wide open. Okay, maybe a feather touch or two to my sensitive spots... Mmmmm. Then I'll get the jeans out of the dryer and go ... Read More»

Samantha had been having a lot of erotic dreams lately, dreams of hot sex. Maybe it had been all the stress and excitement of moving to Canada, dreams can sometimes be a form of stress release. In her dream she was on her way to Quebec, the long haul flight half way to its destination. The cabin lights were out and almost all the passengers of the half full plane were sleeping. The only sounds were the gentle drone of the engines and the intermittent snores. One of those snoring was her husband Carl, who sat to her right with his blanket pulled up to his chin. To the right of him lay their two month old baby daughter fast asleep in her special cradle. To the left of Samantha was a businessman is his early forties. Earlier they had chatted over dinner and he ... Read More»

I'm restless tonight, terribly restless, my body aching for something I can't have. You're out of town, and although I understand why, I curse you for it in this moment when I want you, need you so keenly. I crawl into the cool sheets of our bed trying to sleep, but that oblivion is elusive. I watch as the hands of the clock creep slowly toward morning I give in to the desire to fantasize, to think of what I'd do with you-- to you if you were here tonight instead of far away in a nameless hotel room. The images form, soft around the edges, warm, liquid, and my body begins to heat. My hand slips down my naked form to find the tender places between my thighs that are aching for your touch, but I pause, an idea forming in my head. It's 1:00 in the morning, but ... Read More»

My boyfriends words reverberated through my mind. "Rachel, why are you so old fashioned and conservative? You are sexy, you should dress to show off a bit. As they say if you have it flaunt it" he would say to me often. I never felt comfortable parading like a slut with my breasts squeezing out of a top too small, or in s short short mini which barely covered my butt or in pants so tight it look like I had my ass painted. I am not sure why I am like this but the truth is I am very sexual and I fantasise about things I would never tell anyone about. They say still waters run deep. Its probably true of me. I seem a prude on the outside but I have some raw, urges deep within me, which I work hard on covering up. Guys like to talk about masturbation but few ... Read More»

He opened his bag and started to unpack. He hadn't been away long so there wasn't much. Before long he was at the bottom, only the small bits and pieces remained, then his fingertips brushed against satin. He smiled as he remembered the last time they had felt it. It was only last night, in the car before they had parted. He didn't take it out of the bag straight away, blindly savouring the feel of the satin. He closed his eyes and smiled, in his mind his fingers found that damp material between her legs and brushed lightly over it. He could hear her moan with pleasure as she had when his fingers had rubbed over that satin and his lips had tasted hers. He opened his eyes and lifted it out of the bag. It was as he had thought... her black satin thong! She must ... Read More»

*bzzzz* "Yes, Janet?" "It's Kim on the phone for you, sir." "Thanks. Kim? Listen, I'm sorr-" "Take you cock out of you pants!" "Uh... what?" "You heard me, Carl. Take your cock out of your pants." Carl looked up at the open door to his office and lowered his voice. "Kim, listen, I'm sorry about leaving you high and dry this morning, but I really can't do that right now!" "YOU listen, Carl." Kim's voice was low and throaty, sounding almost like the purr of a cat. "I'm sitting in the boardroom at work, stark naked. I have my legs hooked over the arms of the chair, and two fingers sliding into my hot, wet pussy. Mmmm, make that three fingers. Ahh! I've been ... Read More»

The studio and offices of the Urban Music Company were in a tall grey office building in midtown Manhattan. The receptionist barely glanced at Alice's familiar face as she entered the crowded vestibule, made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for the fourteenth floor. "Tell me what you got today, Alice," John, her boss and the Urban Music company founder said in his gruff voice. His office was always her first stop of the morning. Tall and imposing, nattily dressed, John gave Alice his usual friendly grin. He sat at his desk with his feet on the window seat overlooking a magnificent view of Central Park. 'Can't Get Enough (Of Your Love),' by Barry White played softly in the background. "He's still where it's at. I have to return to my roots once in ... Read More»

“… is still waiting on the final approval. Anyway, that’s enough about work. On a personal level, have I told you recently how much I love you? Your emails are getting kinkier and kinkier, I love it. The only thing more vivid would be a video tape, but I guess I will just have to use my imagination, (don’t worry, my imagination is plenty vivid) Well, I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow night…” Carol re-read the email for the umpteenth time. Sitting at her computer, reading his latest letter, she sighed again in longing. Two months apart, and one still left. She leaned back in her chair and gazed around the room. The whole house felt emptier with her husband gone. She maintained her routine of work and school, but at night his familiar comforting presence was ... Read More»

He was waiting her. He was Pritam's cousin and he had been chasing his bhabhi to smear color on her and throw water at her. He had successfully cornered her, when Binita cried off, insisting that she be allowed to go change into casual clothes more appropriate for the occasion. She had taken well over an hour to return. First Thakur had gone up and returned and then Thakurain. Yogesh thought it was all to do with some household matter as his uncle and aunt had some work to attend to with which Binita was associated. He had no way of knowing that Binita had first been taken by her father-in-law in a simple act of succumbing to the chemistry between them. Yogesh also had no way of knowing that Binita and her mother-in-law had comforted each other with an ... Read More»

Lulu May lived on a farm bordering on Mary's farm. Though older, she was still sucking off two lucky lads every schoolday, Monday to Friday. In the evenings she frequently met young men out behind the barn or down by the river and managed to get her full share of fucking as well. But weekends were different. The boys played baseball or went fishing, and Lulu May often found herself devoid of prick on Saturday and Sunday. That was why she started fucking the sheepdog. Mary and her little lamb had fallen to a sexual encounter more or less by accident. Mary had been fingerfucking herself. The ram had been looking for a sexy sheep. Fate had thrown them together. But Lulu May was a different kettle of fish. She had deliberately decided that ... Read More»

When we first got married, my ex-wife and I had sex normally and I enjoyed myself, although she insisted I wear a condom every time. After half a year of marriage, the "honeymoon glow" wore off, I guess ... and my wife told me that I was too small to satisfy her (I suppose she was faking her orgasms). My wife’s first solution was to purchase a "butt-plug" for herself. It was shaped like a large fat cone and made her vagina squeeze tighter on my erection. That didn't really work for her because she said my hard-on still didn't have enough girth inside her (not to mention being too short, which the butt-plug couldn't fix), even when she got on top and worked me as deep and as hard as possible. However, she continued using the butt-plug very frequently in the ... Read More»