Cute Girls

“Look, I really don’t want to do it,” said Katie emphatically. “I can’t afford to take the time off from my other jobs!” Jackson threw the bar towel over his shoulder and leaned in despair against the bar. He watched her trim figure disappear out the door. With it went his last hope to keep his bar afloat. After the Super Bowl, next Saturday’s Hawg Wild Poker Run was his busiest day. The summer had been slow. The extreme heat, the camp fire ban, and finally the weeks of wildfires had combined to reduce the normal cash flow from the summer tourist season to a mere trickle. He was behind with his bank payments and he was over his limit on every one of his credit cards. Jackson needed the revenue from the Poker Run, but most of all he needed Katie to make it successful. (more…)

It had been a long week of anticipation, waiting for tonight. It was our 18th wedding anniversary and if tradition held true, I was in for a wild night. It seems that starting with our 12th anniversary, our celebrations got wilder and wilder each year. It started with my wife, Jan, entering an amateur strip contest, which she won by the way, to her making love with another woman for the first time in her life. It seemed as if she used our celebration as an excuse to be totally free from any sexual inhibitions, and then once the night was over we would go back to our normal lives. I had been getting erections all day thinking about what my wife might have in store for us tonight. (more…)

There she was. Reading erotic stories, and rubbing her pussy.

This had become an every day, thing lately, and she didn’t know, and really didn’t care. She loved bringing herself to orgasm, while reading hot erotic stories.

She read a lot of different stories, but the ones with groups, or reluctance, turned her on the most. She had never actually had sex that way, but has always fantasized about it. The thought of being used and forced by a man, or men always made her pussy moist, wet and very sensitive. (more…)

Angela carefully put down the lap top as soon as he had signed on. The last words struck her as odd though. She had been used to the regular instant messenger banter but not usually from Louis. She still remembered him as a young cocky 20 year old boy to her own self-conscious and easy to please 19, standing in uniform at the front of her house as he got ready to leave, and later, never to be seen again. He slipped into the night in his ragged red pick up truck just as quickly as he appeared. Almost 10 years had passed between them almost a life time. (more…)

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“Friday morning. Challenge time! Anybody home?”

B: “I’m here, as usual. Did you say “challenge?’”

A: “Me, too. What’s up?”

B: “Geez! What are YOU doing here? Imp, do I have to share you with him?”

A: “I used to be here all the time, ’til you showed up, bitch. Now I’m lucky if I get any play time at all.” (more…)

“Please note, dear reader, that Sophie likes her name to be pronounced with the accent on the second syllable. She prays you to keep this in mind when reading this story. You might even exercise it a couple of times before you start, she suggests Sophie furthermore wishes you a pleasurable and exciting reading and so do I.”

Sometimes Sophie instructs me to be very patient and to restrain myself. I know that if I do, there will be a reward. She calls it a special treatment and has all kinds of them. (more…)

Jeff was recently out of the Navy. He served 20 years and that was enough. At 5′-11″ and a fairly trim solid 205 lbs. He was in decent shape. 39 years old and recently burying his mother and grandmother in the last six months brought a new meaning to his future. These were the only females whom he bonded to through the good and bad times. Sure there were some “women” but nothing serious. He never really had any long lasting girlfriends, his own age. He looked older than he was. It was probably because of his rapidly, premature gray thinning hair. He worked out regularly at the gym. He loved to look at the women. You saw what a woman really looked like, sweating and could tell a lot by how they worked out. You could only hide so much in the gym. (more…)

THE SEVEN DAYS(Of Fantasy)

INTRODUCTION

The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.

MONDAY: Law & Order

TUESDAY: Mile High Club

WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit

THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types

FRIDAY: Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd

SATURDAY: Power of Trust

SUNDAY: Out in the Country (more…)

Everything was set for the party tonight. The coffee table had over a dozen DVDs strewn across it, there was popcorn, chips and other snacks on the counter in the kitchen, but above all the refrigerator was stocked full. Wine coolers for the lightweights, beer and Schnapps for the moderates, and for the ones who really knew what they liked, there was vodka, tequila, and my personal favorite, Bacardi O. That bottle was strategically placed above the orange soda, which I noticed as I made the once-over to make sure I had everything. (more…)

The day was a warm one the air conditioner felt cool on our bodies as we lay there on the bed. We had just finished taking a nice shower together. The feel of the coarse sponge Carla had rubbed on my skin sent tingles through me. When she turned me around to wash my breast I almost lost it. When it was my turn I made sure she too felt the tingle.

As she rolled over toward me I pulled her close giving her a kiss on the lips and then messaging her hip and her side. My hands softly touching her skin making goose bumps rise. Carla shivered and I giggled. I gently pushed her back on her back and began my assault. (more…)