Dance with Me- A couple enjoy a dance that escalates.

They sit side by side on the slate of the fireplace enjoying the happy crackling warmth of the flames behind them. Their conversation flows as easily as the wine they sip as they share stories late into the evening. Her emerald green hair falls in her face and he raises a hand to tuck it behind her ear. She bites her lip, suddenly shy at his touch, but smiles … shifts closer.

Their glasses empty, he takes them to the kitchen, places them in the sink. She stands, smooths her simple black dress, and watches the snow fall through the windows. The white blanket, as yet unmarred, spreads out before her – smooth and pristine.

The silence is replaced by a soft melody drifting toward her. She turns to find him standing there, hand outstretched wearing a welcoming smile. “Dance with me.”

As the soulful song surrounds them they move toward one another, eyes meeting long before bodies, his the blue of the sky, hers the blue of the sea yet swirling with the same storm. His broad palm moves to the small of her back. She takes a steadying breath and places her left hand on his shoulder. He takes her right hand in his and gives it an encouraging squeeze before guiding her across the floor.

The Drive Home from Class- I unbutton my shorts and slide them down my leg.

I woke up this morning extremely horny, but not having time to do anything about it, I just got dressed for classes, not bothering with panties or a bra.

Instead I put on a pair of hip hugger, short, shorts (think Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders) that I like to wear when feeling randy. The shorts are actually kind of indecent, however my husband loves them and encourages me to wear them more often, Being hip huggers, they are lowcut in front, dipping down well below my belly button and stop just before my butt crack is exposed in back. The legs are short – short style, with some butt cheek showing in back. The front of them is the scandalous part. The crotch seem to have an XXX rated mind of its own. Every time I put them on, they automatically mold themselves around my camel toe, perfectly outlining my pussy for every one’s viewing pleasure, not to mention how they cling to my butt cheeks and go up my butt crack..

Getting My Pussy Eaten by a Man

Your hands run up and down my body, sliding over every curve. Your right hand twirls my hair between your fingers. Our lips meet in a fiery, passionate embrace, your hands drop down to my shorts. Your hands gently squeeze my luscious ass, I can feel that warm throbbing in my midriff bursting into life and grow warm.

You gently push me onto the bed, as you gently take my top off, revealing my red lacy bra underneath. Our lips press against each other, we break apart, close enough I can still feel your breath on my neck as you kiss my ear and whisper, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound.” The sound of your deep manly voice makes my pussy grow wet.

You hear me let out a long excited sigh and moan in answer, as a smile now spreads across your face. Your hand now traces a line from my shoulder down my spine, until you reach the clasp on my bra, where you unclasp it.

Holiday Threesome- A married couple invites a friend over for holiday fun.

Two and a half years into the stag-vixen lifestyle, James and Ann had established a good rhythm. Their relationship between the two of them was as strong as ever – if not stronger – and they were enjoying a lot more excitement than most parents in their mid-30s enjoyed. Even amid the pandemic of 2020, the couple managed to ease back into a safe and fun lifestyle as they continued to carefully select partners with whom to share Ann.

Since beginning this way of life, James had shared Ann with what had to be at least a dozen men. Most of them were people the couple first met online and developed a relationship through chatting until a level of comfort was reached where they would meet, often to have group sex. There were a couple anomalies where James and Ann met someone local in public, and the events of the night led to bringing the lucky gentleman to a hotel with them and giving him a night he would never forget. Still fewer of the participants, two to be exact, were friends of James’s prior to this exploration of group sex with his wife.

Seducing Kay at the Country Club- Kay gets fucked after her husband is a jerk.

Ah! The small-town Country Club in Colorado on Saturday night! I walked in and gazed around. All the woman members dressed to kill and their husbands fat and happy at the bar discussing golf. Everyone was happy and relaxed.

All except Kay. Her arms crossed over her nice bosom Standing in front of Jodie, her estranged husband, seated at the end of the bar with a smirk on his face.

You had to get close to hear the heated exchange between them. Money as usual. He had it and would not agree to the settlement pending. The lawyers are probably making a killing off these two. They had money.

Now Kay was the club president and looked every bit the position. Medium tall with strawberry-blonde shoulder-length hair, framing a beautiful face. But wait! Her shimmering, mid-thigh green dress covered her amazing body. The dress was strapless and under her arms, barely supporting her sexy chest, say an easy 34C cup with pencil eraser nips that she was trying to cover in her irritation with Jodie.

Accidental TKO- She climbs into his lap and gets accidentally impaled!

During spring exams

Darterrius sat on his bed stroking his meat, he had woken before his alarm clock and decided to pound one out prior to football practice. Glancing at the doorway, he noticed it was slightly ajar, his lazy roommate must have left it open. Figuring that no one was awake this early, he didn’t bother to get up.

At six foot four, and skin the colour of a walnut Darterrius was a powerful man, his arms were large and muscular, and his shoulders well formed. Football was the sport he played; but what he truly loved was boxing. He liked the feints, the punches, and especially the knock-outs! On his two walls were his hero’s, Cassius Clay, and Mike Tyson.

He didn’t think about either of them however as he jerked off, he was focused on the VHS cassette playing on his TV. On it were two Jamaican men so black they were almost purple, and tag-teaming a petite blonde haired woman. He liked the colour contrast, but he especially liked how the video ended.

The Photo Shoot- My wife’s photo shoot goes further than intended!

“Okay, I thought we could start with a couple of pictures of you sitting and then standing,” Eddie said, picking up the camera as Leanne guided Nicola on to the chair. She seated herself, and Eddie started snapping, pausing only to check the last few shots, before moving to another angle.

“Keep moving,” he suggested, “Rest your hands on your head. Pose however you feel comfortable.”

Nicola did really well, moving to a standing pose, resting on the chair, then Eddie took numerous shots of her standing in front of a backdrop and then finally seated in some black silk cushions.

“Fantastic,” he said when he’d finally finished. “I’ll go upload these to my PC and then shout you over for a look.”

“I enjoyed that,” Nicola said quietly in my ear as he left us, which surprised me but made me happy too.

Leanne told Nicola that she’d done a great job, and led us back in to the changing rooms for Nicola to get changed back in to her own clothes, leaving us alone for a moment.

“You were like a proper model,” I said honestly, “You really seemed to get into it.”

It’s Amazing What Can Happen- Accidental exposure leads to…

Angela was 18 years old; a gorgeous brunette with long legs and a firm well proportioned body with great breasts. The beautiful young woman had seductive green eyes and a smile that could light up a room. In addition to being a straight A student she was very popular and enjoyed a full social life.

Being a warm summer day, like most teenagers Angela headed to the beach. She wore a simple blue bikini, a white t-shirt, a thin cotton wrap around thin cotton skirt and sandals. She meet a few of the guy’s from school and hung out at the beach for a while.

It was starting to get late in the afternoon and everyone started thinking of going home, George had got to the beach with the guys but decided to ask Angela for a lift home as it was less out of her way then for his mate David. Angela agreed, as she would always do.

George wasn’t the best looking guy a bit over weight but he wasn’t ugly and he was a bit rough around the edges sometimes but a nice guy that Angela and everyone liked despite the fact he was always there but somehow apart from the group.

A Swimmer’s Tale- She masturbated for the first time at age 20

Every girl’s magazine will tell you that masturbation is normal. They are aimed at young girls, but for me it was all a lot of words. I am now 24 and I only masturbated for the first time when I was 20. Not many people believe me, but it is entirely true. 

Perhaps it was because I lived in a small city, about an hour by train from Sydney, which was just large enough to have its own full-size swimming pool. Perhaps it was because my folks were very keen for me to do all the right things. I did music and sciences and art and ballet, but the only thing I really, really loved was swimming. 

From the age of 11 onwards I started going to the pool every week and it became my second home. At that age it is almost impossible to swim properly, muscles are not developed well enough. But soon I got older and got bigger muscles and before long I was in school competitions and then state finals.

The Rikyu School for Girls- Janitor observes punishment at girls school.

The Rikyu School for Girls is a prestigeous school for upper class Japanese girls. They go there between 18 and 24 years of age and are interned there. As in England, all students where identical uniforms. Blue dresses that end just above the knee, with with and blue blouses. I’m a janitor there. Janitors have a way of seeing things and not being seen themselves. People tend to ignore janitors and sometimes forget they’re even there. Although I do not have voyeuristic tendencies, two years ago, I saw something that made me stop and watch.

The Rikyu School is very strict with its students. Discipline is enforced through the usual staying over after school. But sometimes limited physical violence is used that would seem old fashioned to a Westerner. Yes, they still use would to slap the big offenders over the hand. This is mostly done by the male teachers. I have occasionally seen a female teacher slap a girl who was a little too forthright. Not that being forthright is the Japanese way. The girls usually appear very timid except when amongst friends. They usually avoid my eyes walking past me and even sometimes make jokes about me behind my back. I don’t mind that.