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Amy glanced across the room and gave a little shy smile before averting her eyes from the four men who were watching her. She knew that they had taken an interest in her, and the excitement of it all caused her to take in a deep breath that pushed her large breasts tightly against the thin silky material of her blouse. Wearing no bra, Amy was well aware that her nipples were clearly visible against the harsh lights in this corner of the club. Her short flared skirt did little to hide her privates, and the seat she had chosen offered her lower body very little cover.

Sharing an apartment with my roomy Maxine not only helped me to financially make ends meet, but having her here has helped me to discover more of my sexual side and to experiment with the pleasures of intimacy with another woman.

I get a lot of odd jobs, handyman type stuff from several different people, most often from someone who owns a house that he rents out, usually to college students.

I came home from work one Friday to find my wife on the couch in a new negligee, fingering her pussy. I couldn’t have asked for a better welcome. My wife is pretty wild, so you never knew what she has in mind. She told me to come stand in front of her, and I did. She told me to take off my shirt, which I did. Then she told me to take off my pants. She seemed pleased to see my well hung cock standing straight up. She told me to take off my underwear and socks, so I did. As I started to walk toward her she said “stay there.” “Stroke your cock,” she said, so I began to stroke it and, as I did, she slid the negligee down to reveal her tits and hard nipples. She continued to finger her pussy, I could hear that it was very wet. She spread her pussy lips for me and began pinching her nipples.

Curt drove the 36″ wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn’t remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he’d had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He’d seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.

I am Adam Richard Constantine. I make million dollar deals before breakfast, overthrow foreign dictators by lunch, and give a speech during a three hundred dollar per plate fund raising dinner by evening. I am a confident, feared, and respected man of business. At least I was until I met her.

Roger stepped out of the club into the warm, dark night. He had been hoping to find some action, but had come up dry. There was a lot of groping and a lot of random licks and bites at nipples as he’d danced, but nothing that stuck and he was horny as hell. He didn’t like the baths. There were too many old trolls hanging around and this time of night, the pickings would be even worse. Those were right out. None of his regular fuck buddies was available, either. What was a man to do? Well, tonight, he was headed back to his empty bed and a porno in the dvd player for a date with his right hand. It was going to be a long walk.

Learning The Hard Way (Edited V. 1.10)

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and

Bart slid the shingle into place and nailed it down with three shots from his nail gun. Wiping his face, he looked around to find that he was out of shingles. He still had a large area left to finish. Somebody had fucked up and that somebody was Phil, his boss. Swearing at the loss of time, he pulled the hose from the nail gun and climbed down the ladder. He slid the nail gun into it’s case and turned off the compressor. He wiped his face again and looked around for the hose. It was about 90 degrees in the San Fernando valley, but at least 130 up on that black roof. He didn’t relish the idea of going back up there. What he needed was a nice tile roof, maybe wood shingles.

Seated in the doctor’s office, Todd patiently awaited her return. Sifting through the pages of a magazine, he sat upon the examination table looking at the pictures. Nothing exciting, only snapshots of political events. Tossing the periodical to the side, he finally heard the door swing open with an attractive woman saying, “ Ok Todd, your tests all indicate that everything’s ok, you’ll just have to take this once every day.”

Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

The sun was hot that day.

Hi, my name is Ana -Spanish- and I’m 20 now. I never imagined I’d have such liberal, generous behavior without prejudices; not narrow-mindedness, I had no fear or doubt, and began to behave like a real slut hungry for sex.

Laddy’s Lil Pixie, that’s what he called her. She was his mischievous little sexy girl. She was, more often then not, either about to get into trouble, getting in trouble, or getting a well deserved and appreciated spanking for being in trouble. That’s the way they both liked it.

My company is sending me to Dallas to train a new girl in the office.

The gales of winter whipped about their lake front cabin with eerie, haunting howls as crystallized lake effect snows pelted against steamed window panes, drifting in ghostly sheets, bringing visibility to zero. The rages of a winter storm showed no mercy as it clenched them tightly in it’s frosted fist, no way in, no way out, and the weather report forecasted estimated snowfall accumulations to be between three to four feet.

I was at her feet, eyes lowered, when she told me to start worshipping her pussy. I did so, with so much eagerness to pleaseand practiced fervor – but she would not have it. She grabbed my hair and yanked back and down, making me lose my balance and making me fall on my back from my knees.

Work kept me from going into college after high school. The scramble for rent money, groceries, internet access and all the other necessities kept me postponing higher education for years – until I was a man witnessing the last of his twenties.

Christine lay back in the soft blankets, disheveled slightly for comfort, under the slightly yellow light of many candles of different shapes and sizes. She had dark hair, bound in a ponytail, which lay behind her over the blankets, as she watched her husband approach. She was wearing a blue lace nightie, and white lace panties, and looked very much ready for bed. However, she wasn’t ready for sleep. Gary crawled onto the bed, and moved on all fours toward his wife, as she patted the bed right in front of her, inviting him to lay with her. He lay on his side, gazing into her eyes, and placing a hand on her hip. He leaned in slowly, and pressed his lips to hers, savoring a long, and tender kiss with her, as the glow of the candlelight traced the curves of the beautiful lady, and the dark complexion of her husband.

TOMORROW’S WORLD is an erotic Science Fiction novel by Steve Nelson. A man from the 20th Century awakens from a high tech hibernation experiment centuries in the future. In this future world nudity is the norm and sex is the passion.

Dear Nina –

The orphanage rested about 15 miles outside of town. Unlike many stories, there were no signs of mental, physical, or sexual abuse at this particular orphanage. Though it was strict, and at times, extremely strict, this orphanage truly took care of all the disowned occupants. Father McMichael oversaw the orphanage, and he paid extra attention to Justin for all of his 18 years he had been living there. Father McMichael watched with teary eyes as Justin began packing his few belongings while the Marine Corps recruiter stood patiently downstairs to haul Justin off, probably forever.

Elissa left Cincinnati on Interstate 74. She was gloriously happy to be out of her daughter’s house. She loved these little visits, but loved the trip back home even more. Bend Oregon was a long and lonely drive, but it was worth it. Now she had a gorgeous trip ahead of her, many new restaurants, and many comfortable motels.

He’ll be home soon. I can’t wait. I’ve been missing him all day. I keep myself busy while waiting for him by cleaning the house, dusting, tinkering with things here and there. Any time now, he’ll walk through that door. I hear him pull up in his truck, his heavy boots clomping on the walk as he kicks off the dirt before coming through the door. As he opens the door, I’m standing nearby, waiting for him to come in.