Ann and Linda followed the hostess over to the table by the window. Three hours of shopping had taken its toll, so they”d decided to hit the bar at the hotel adjacent to the mall for a quick drink before heading home.
This had become a fairly routine occurrence for the two friends. Their husbands worked together for a large computer consulting firm and were regularly out of town together on business. On such occasions, shopping had become their favorite diversion to fill the time.
The bar was fairly deserted, about what they”d expected for 4 o”clock on a Monday afternoon. There were a few people sitting at tables, and one young man sitting alone at the bar. They each ordered a glass of wine, and settled into their favorite topic of conversation; husband bashing. Read more…
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When I made the phone call to let Ollie Pettersen know I was coming I did not know what to expect. My plan was to look for an opening and jab. Ollie”s, I soon discovered, was to jab and then look for an opening.
There was not an empty parking space on the lot. Had it been planned?
“Key,” a man in a brightly colored shirt and loosely tied necktie said as he motioned for me to stop.
“I”m here to see Mr. Pettersen,” I offered, unwilling to give up my car keys.
“Everyone”s here to see Mr. Pettersen. Give me your keys.” Read more…
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“Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center,” a friendly but familiar female voice said.
“Third floor house parent Mrs. J’s office please,” I said excitedly.
“One moment,” the voice replied.
“Hello?” Mrs. J said in her friendly southern accent.
“Hey Mrs. J, it’s Karen, Mat around?” I asked happily.
“He sure is, I just saw him a few minutes ago heading to his room, I’ll go get him for you, hold on Hun,” she replied in her usual happy manner.
I heard the familiar clunk of the phone and distant voices which had become quite routine for me over the past few months. Then as the phone went down, came the silence. Silence and waiting is what I both feared and was excited by. It was fear that my love would be out on the town with his friends, but the anticipation of hearing his voice, which had always excited me. Read more…
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“(The Oral Values serial is comprised of independent chapters, yet I hope the reader will find they provide a satisfying tale alphabetically.)”
They’d changed the schedule and it really pissed him off. It took quite a lot to anger Edward Thompson, but this did it. He’d expected to pass the day schmoozing with his peers, promoting his latest series of articles in three very prestigious journals, and just enjoying the build-up to tomorrow’s presentation. That presentation was to follow his defense of his theories about human sexuality, what was “normal” and what was “aberrant.” This would have given him the chance to bash the presentation Dr. Bouchet was to make today. Read more…
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“To fully understand and appreciate this story, you should first read “Preparing Mary” and “Preparing Mary More”. The stories are partly fiction and partly true and all comments are appreciated!”
*Part One*
So a couple years ago I met a wonderful lady via the internet. Her name is Mary and she”s two months older than I am. We share a problem: we are both every-day sex kind of people while our spouses are every-other-week sex kind of people. To say that the situation leaves us both constantly frustrated would be an understatement. In addition to the differences we have in appetite from our spouses, we are also very adventurous, energetic and experimental. We have no problem seeing sex as something to be enjoyed purely for the pleasure of itself. Our spouses both think that missionary position is just fine and oral sex is something they have to tolerate some times. My wife would never accept another man having sex with her as my gift for her birthday. Mary”s husband would never consider giving her such a gift. We are obviously quite nicely matched when it comes to getting together purely for the purpose of pleasuring each other. I push her limits; she matches mine. Our imaginations work and new experiences are enjoyed. Read more…
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Marie rolled onto her back and stretched sensually. Her back arched as her hands and arms reached out above her head, her hard nipples, perched at the tip of her firm breasts, reaching up towards the sun. She relaxed, resting back on the towel that was still cool despite the heat of the late afternoon sun, her hands still above her head, her breasts taut on her chest.
Slowly, she sat up and looked around, hugging her knees. Brenda, her good friend, was beside her, stretched out on her towel, the sun glistening on her back. They were on a small wooden deck, near the edge of the lake. From the lake, a lawn swept up to the house that Brenda, and her husband Tom, often used at weekends, somewhere to get away from the city. Read more…
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I went back to my chair, which I pulled back from my desk, and sat down, lolling at full stretch, relaxed and contented.
Dot emerged from her hiding place. I hastened to cover myself up, not having bothered up til then to do up my trousers.
“Please, not on my account,” said Dot, “After what I’ve just seen and heard, the sight of your equipment is no big deal — literally and metaphorically at the present time!”
“Thanks a lot!,” I said, “But seriously though, that really was something else! Thanks for setting it up for me, I really did think that I had gone past the days of such delights.” Read more…
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“I went to Penn State and had a great time. Joined a fraternity, was very active in it and campus politics, and every semester my grades dropped until I realized that I’d flunk out if I stayed. So, I transferred to a small school, made good grades and was now back at Penn State for my master’s. I’m trying to do it in one year so I have a really packed schedule. Plus, I ‘m really tight on money. Which means I can’t be active on the dating scene. But I’m still human and I couldn’t help noticing one girl in particular that one of my fraternity brothers is dating. She’s the sexiest thing ever. She’s sort of a dirty blond, blue eyes, more a cute face than beautiful, and with the kind of body you dream of. But what I noticed was her whole demeanor, which seemed to me to say ‘I’m about to get fucked’. Or maybe, ‘I’ve just been fucked and I’m going to get it again’. I don’t think others saw her that way, she’s just a cute, smiling blond to them. Read more…
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“Thanks to everyone who sent me some comments. I’m new to erotic fiction, and hope to improve my writing.”
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Jewell”s last massage with her masseur, Brian, had left her hot and bothered. Although she had known Brian for several years, he had been nothing but professional with her until her last massage when he took a few more “liberties,” teasing Jewell right to the brink of orgasm, but ending it before she could cum. After he had left, she resorted to pulling out her vibrator and stuffing it in her pussy until she came thinking about his hands all over her body. Read more…
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Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren’t so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of the bed and locked what felt like a bar between her ankles, which kept her legs spread wide.
Julianna seemed compassionate when she told her of her concern because she was a virgin, and that made her feel relieved, but at that moment she wasn’t sure what that meant. Someone had their head between her legs and was licking her pussy, driving her out of her mind. If she had known that people did things that felt this good when they had sex, she would have given up her virginity long ago. Read more…
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