Cute Girls

My love, as you lay there replete from our evenings exertions, I find my eyes running slowly over your body, admiring your full lips, your hard muscles, the way the streetlight frames your long patrician nose and highlights the planes in your face. But I digress, I am so tired but I still find myself wanting more of you. My mind wanders to my favorite fantasy and I feel myself grow wet in response.

We are in bed together- a huge king size four poster talking and kissing as we settle down for the night. (more…)

I met my darling wife, Vanessa, at State U in my junior year. At the time I was living in a sleazy two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus. The place was noisy, with paper-thin walls and a bumper crop of cockroaches. Still it was a hell of a lot better than living in the dorm, cramped into an 8 X 10 concrete box with another guy who never bothered to change his sheets and whose dirty socks and jock straps gave the room a fragrant ambiance that I could do without.

I teamed up with Greg Tolson, another aspiring engineer and took out a one-year lease on the apartment. Unfortunately, Greg managed to flunk out the first semester and I was stuck paying the full rent with seven months on the lease. (more…)

There was no doubt about it. I was lost, well and truly lost. I pulled my car over to the side of the lane and got out the map again. All the little roads looked the same, winding round and round in the middle of no-where. I sighed deeply and pulled out my phone.

This was supposed to be a weekend visit to see my best friend, Rachel, and to stage her hen night. I hadn”t seen her since she upped and left the bright lights of London. Now she was living with her fiancé, in a large country house, in the middle of the country, with no bloody signposts!! (more…)

Bonita and I have worked together for over a decade. During this time we have become the best of friends. Despite the fact that I frown on workplace romances, I couldn’t help but fantasize about Bonita on a regular basis.

She has an incredible body. Her boobs are lusciously large with forever protruding nipples. She often goes without a bra in the summer while wearing flimsy thin silk tops. Her ass, which see keeps concealed in her skin tight jeans, is perfectly shaped. I love to look at her panty lines and try and guess what colour they are. But the thing that drives me absolutely wild is the way her jeans or shorts are always riding up the crack of her pussy. (more…)

He had told her once that he would love to buy an island somewhere, but the costs and logistics were a bit of a nightmare. So, he found a spot in the Caribbean on an island that was developed enough to have all necessary utilities but not so touristy as to be crowded or too exclusive.

Imagine, having hit the big jackpot, but still trying to be thrifty. Old habits die hard.

When Stephen called Lisa with the news that he had just won the Powerball Lottery, she was skeptical. She figured the phone call was a continuation of the fantasy, a very nice fantasy, one that she had played with in her mind on more than one occasion. (more…)

I thought about the sexual adventure I was having with Angel—how wild, imaginative and honest it was. Role playing lets us be more uninhibited and explore places we might not otherwise go. I thought about how we played off of each other and got so fully into each other’s games. There was definitely chemistry between us and I found myself wanting to know her better and to take what started as play to another level. So that night when it was my turn to create a fantasy role play, I decided to do something different. (more…)

She leaned against the bamboo pole, sighing happily. The sea breezes were cool over her skin. She heard shrieks of laughter and turned her head to look over at the tent where the party was still going on full swing. She had enjoyed the party, but it was getting too noisy over there; she was happy to be some distance away. She stretched lazily, arms high above her head. The dim lanterns hanging on the branches above revealed the way her white tee clung to her full breasts; and the red sarong wrapped around her waist outlined her curvaceous hips. The man standing beside her smiled appreciatively. He handed her a shot glass, “here you go Hunny…another tequila shot for you.” She grinned at him and raised the glass in a mock salute before tipping it back, the liquid burning smoothly down her throat. She moaned softly and the low sexy sound made his cock twitch. He had plans for her tonight, and he hoped to hear more of her moans… (more…)

I got to work at 8am one Thursday morning. We did the breakfast shift and sorted out all the washing. At 10 o’clock I was told I was wanted upstairs in my French Maid’s outfit. I asked which room and was told the third floor linen cupboard!

I asked Anna about this and she just said, “That’ll be Freddie, he likes confined spaces.” She smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s very quick usually.”

The actual room was only big enough for two people to stand in. It consisted mainly of shelves full of linen and stuff. I made my way up there. Coming to the door I opened it slowly. A hand shot out of the darkness grabbed mine and pulled me in. I just caught a glimpse of a short man standing there and then it was darkness has the door was slammed shut. (more…)

Chapter One

I had just finished tutoring Becky. Becky was a struggling student in our private school and the only reason she was still there was because of her family’s school endowment. The Dean had adjusted her failing grades to a C in order not to lose the endowment but Becky had not passed a single class. She was entering her senior year and was being tutored by a number of teachers over the summer. Her boyfriend was an excellent student and athlete and was the target of all the girls. Becky and Walt had dated since their sophomore year and he had stayed around campus this summer to be with her. Walt had come to pick her up after the tutoring lesson. During the lesson I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off of her luscious legs. Becky was stunning in her school uniform with the plaid skirt cut 8″ above the knee, her white knee high socks, white blouse and blue blazer. I wanted to run my hands up her legs over her thighs to those cotton panties. I dreamed of lowering those panties and burying my face in her pussy and sucking her through multiple orgasms. (more…)

Rose was a 19 year-old college sophomore with a problem. She had a huge crush on an older student in her chem lab. His name was a Ken, and he was Japanese and in excellent physical condition. He always dressed nicely, and she loved to watch his muscles work under his thin dress shirts slacks. But he was at least a junior, if not a senior, and had a photo-perfect smile, whereas she thought of herself as a kid with a retainer. She liked to think her coppery red hair was pretty, and she often characterized her pale blue eyes as haunting when describing them to new people on-line, but she also thought she was pale and she hated when her freckles showed themselves. She was also small, only 5′4″ with a small, tight ass and breasts which were a little large for her frame but still smaller than she wished they were. (more…)