Cute Girls

I don”t normally participate in chat rooms, but I wanted to share this with someone. I used to talk to my friend, Erica, about things like this, but she doesn”t really get me anymore. My name”s Robin, by the way. To put it nicely, I”ve been experimenting with sex a lot lately. I”m not sure what”s happened to me. Since a couple of recent episodes after breaking up with my boyfriend, I seem to crave sex all of the time. Erica is afraid I”m becoming a nymphomaniac. She might be right. I”m 25-years-old. I”m 5″6 and weigh 115 lbs. My measurements are 35C-23-35. I have light-brown hair with blonde highlights. (more…)

A roadside dance bar somewhere off the interstate. Late at night. You’ve been driving for hours, taking your load south to Atlanta. Parking your rig at the truckstop, you’re road-weary, but wired. A buddy you meet in the coffeeshop tells you about this bar - and you walk down together. You could use a drink.

The bar is warm, dark, wood, with pools of light from the billiard lights suspended from the ceiling. Earlier, there was a band, but now the jukebox has taken over, playing slow, sexy music. The regulars are drinking. A few couples dance, enjoying each other, getting ready to go home. (more…)

After the lightness of the dressing room, I found myself in almost total darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I heard music and saw a glimmer of light between two rich drapes. I drew them aside and stepped onto a strip of crimson carpet that ran down an avenue of burning braziers, in the center of a spacious ballroom.

Moonlight filtered through the tall windows. Double doors in the center led onto a terrace that overlooked the ocean, and from where I was standing, a shimmering path of moonlight lay reflected on the sea. Oceanview - how apt, I thought. (more…)

I had no appointments that day and, being the horny guy I am, decided to strip and stroke while surfing the net. I opened a favorite bisexual site and was looking at the sexy pics of guys sucking each other while their women watched and played with each other and my penis was nice and hard as I lightly stroked it and thought about how nice it would be if I could get my wife to join me in a bisexual foursome.

I had been working on Tina for some time now and was making some progress so hopefully, it would work out well sometime soon. Meanwhile, the thought of it had my precum oozing out of my cockhead and I was enjoying the delicious flavor when my doorbell rang. I went over to the intercom and it was George, the UPS delivery man. I rang him in and just had enough time to slip on my robe before he came up. I had known George for the last 6 years or so and he had done many favors for me in making sure that I received important deliveries and we always greeted each other in the street and made some small talk before going our separate ways. (more…)

“This is a story about young adults (over 18) exploring their sexuality together.

I hope you’ll let me know what you think. Enjoy!”

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“Do you think Boyd is going to go for this?” Asked Lana as she and Sky approached the door of no 28.

“What do you reckon? I know he’s had the hots for you since you showed up here and pouted those lips at him.”

“Extra hotty…!” she mimicked. Lana blushed and looked away somewhat sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, let me do the talking, and just try to have some fun. You know, I do appreciate you agreeing to help me out. Boyd is just so jealous and confused. He’s gone on off a total male ego thing” (more…)

“This story is a continuation of Sultry Music. For best results, please read that part first. As you will notice in the first part, this story is told from the man’s perspective (not my usual).”

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We clung to one another tightly for many minutes, her pulsing slowing down and my member softening. I would never be able to sit on that tall stool at my breakfast counter again without remembering this moment. We were soaking wet from passion, our love’s fluids, and from sweat. I stood before her, holding her, calming her quivering and my own. She moaned softly, her head against my chest and her arms around my middle. (more…)

The Hamptons in Summer time is great. At least, it is if you have lots of money. Mike Robertson didn”t have lots of money, but he never the less found himself in Easthampton from Memorial Day to Labor Day each year.

He found himself there because of his job, as a Butler to wealthy couple, Mr & Mrs Leigh, who spent the rest of the year based in their 5th Avenue Penthouse, within which he had his own small apartment. A couple of weeks before Memorial Day, he had ridden the Jitney out to Easthampton to get the house ready. It was only the second summer that the Leighs had owned this house, having rented for a number of years before deciding to buy. It was a modest, six bedroom house not far from the airport, with the usual facilities. (more…)

It was a hot July day, hotter than most July days get in England. My husband had left for work a little earlier than usual but the phone rang just after mid day and before I answered the shrill ring I knew it was him with his usual lunch time call. We spoke a few brief words before I hung up the phone and returned to the washing up that still remained in the sink from breakfast.

I started to sing along with the CD I was playing, rather loudly I must admit, as my hands delved into the soap bubbles in the sink. As it was so hot and I had no plans to go out I had just slipped a very short, lemon, summer dress over the top of my body along with a pair of small lemon knickers. No girl I know wears a bra in this heat and I am no different. The track playing on the CD player was a love ballad and it began to conjure up images of love making until my mind strayed from the song and scenes of erotic passion were flirting through my mind. Un-noticed by me my nipples had become harder and were pressing firmly against the thin material of my dress. (more…)

The evening began at her house where he picked her up and whisked her off to dinner at his place. As they arrived at the house, it was getting dark, and there were no lights on in the house.

He opened the front door, and, after taking off his shoes and hers also, went around the house lighting candles along the hall and in the rooms they would be occupying. After leading her into the dining room, he left her waiting in the dining room while he went to get the food, and she made herself comfortable. (more…)

Alana drove down from Atlanta to Athens to visit the Botanical Gardens at the University of Georgia. The hotel clerk in Atlanta said it was worth the drive. Arriving in Athens that early morning, she decided to stop for breakfast and then start her tour of the gardens after. Pulling into the gas station to fill up, Alana decided to ask the attendant to recommend someplace to stop. Waiting in line behind a very tall broad shouldered man, Alana’s mind and eyes wandered. She was trying to imagine what the man in front of her looked like and then he spoke to the cashier. (more…)