Part Two – Fond Memories  I awoke with a start. The incredible sex scene, seen through Carolyn’s window last night, was instantly replaying in my mind. I glanced toward my own window and saw the cum-splattered mess I had made last night as I lost control of myself watching my neighbor getting fucked so wildly. I knew who it was that my new neighbor reminded me of: it was none other than Mrs. K! Mrs. K was the sexy MILF n...

I floated between sleep and wakefulness, hovering in a dream state, not quite aware of my surroundings. I had probably been moaning in my sleep, no doubt the result of erotic dreams that happened almost nightly. Familiar faces from my past drifted in and out of one sleep-induced fantasy after another. Almost-innocent teenage lust, wild encounters with total strangers when I was a young man, mature women I had lusted after...

Part One -- Exhibition There was something familiar about her; at first I couldn’t figure it out. Her name was Carolyn, but that wasn’t what jogged my memory. Was it her face? Did she look like somebody I knew twenty years ago, back in college? I couldn’t picture it, because she wasn’t the right age; neither of us were. Like me, she looked to be on the high side of thirty-five, maybe forty; in my opinion, the sexiest age...

I went to my high school’s 25th reunion expecting nothing. I was recently divorced and figured I might as well get out of the house, enjoy a trip, have a few laughs. And ended up at a table with two women that had, long ago, been a part of my teenage fantasy life. By the end of the weekend, adult reality turned out to be even more interesting than my adolescent fantasies.One of my old classmates was Beth, a girl I had dat...

Pamela tells the story of her passionate encounter with a stranger: It was a chance meeting; we met through a mutual friend, and spent a few minutes chatting about nothing significant. It was a party, a small gathering of friends; Jim and I exchanged pleasant greetings and moved on to mix with the other party guests. But as the evening went on, we seemed drawn to each other and kept finding excuses to find a secluded corn...

I always thought of her as an exquisite beauty, a beautiful and erotic goddess; and she was never so beautiful as when she was lying next to me, asleep.I woke up very early and just watched her for a moment, this amazing vision of beauty lying next to me. Her dark hair flowed gently across her bare shoulders, drawing my gaze to the perfect curves of her breasts, rising and falling with her breathing. I reached across and...

I was so fucking anxious for my sweet Cheryl to arrive. We had been apart for four months, ever since I went away to college (she was eighteen and still finishing her last year in high school.) My first semester away from her, I couldn’t believe how turned on I got every time I thought of her. I swear, my cock was hard half the time, even while I sat through the most boring college lectures. All I could think about was Ch...

Sandy and Bill – so busy, schedules so different – they found it really hard to find time to be together. However, they were dedicated to making sure not to neglect each other and once a week they made time to stop everything else in their lives. Right in the middle of the day, they chose a time each week to turn off all the cares in the world and find time for each other. This week had been especially hard on both of the...

Part Two – Emma and Luke discover each other The long days on the California trail continued. The wagon train had entered the dangerous Apache country, and there was a sense of nervousness among all the travelers; all of them, that is, except for Emma and Luke. Traveling apart from each other, never speaking to anyone about their chance encounter at the riverbank, they were nevertheless daily absorbed in thought about wha...

Part One – Emma and Luke uncover hidden desires The year was 1847; the wagon train was in its eighth month of a laborious westward journey. The hardy band of a hundred pioneers had endured every imaginable hardship during the slow journey from Missouri to California. Starting out as the spring thaw began last March, the weary travelers now looked forward to the cooler October temperatures in the Southwest. If they managed...

Anticipation (Bill’s story) “Meet me – in the bar by the main lobby – airport hotel – 8pm tonight” The note was signed “A Dear Friend” – not much to go on, I thought. The note, handed to me by the waiter where I had stopped for lunch at a downtown diner, seemed to be clearly in a woman’s handwriting, which didn’t tell me much. I lived in a big city, but didn’t really know all that many people as casual acquaintances – muc...

I first met Amber and Crystal when I took a night class at a local college; my name’s Lynn. I’m a forty-five year old happily married housewife. Amber and Crystal, both in their early twenties, became good friends with me during the six weeks I was taking the class with them. For a while, we got together every Thursday to discuss schoolwork. After a while, our little discussion group began exploring a wider range of topic...

I knew Lisa was fucking around with somebody! Somebody was surely about to ruin her life, leading her down a road to disaster. I was determined to find out who it was, and put a stop to it, quick. In case you don’t know me, my name’s Lynda. I’m a forty-two year old redhead; I'm proud that I still have a sexy body and sometimes I like to dress up so I can turn heads with my 36C figure. Lisa, my stepdaughter, adopted at the...

This is the second part of a two-part story. Please read “Welcome To The Family” first.  My name’s Lisa. I feel like I’ve learned a lot in my eighteen years; some of it I really learned the hard way. By watching my parents go through a lot of problems and a failed marriage, I learned that having some selfish guy call all the shots was definitely not the way to go. My mom ditched him years ago and it was the best thing she...

Bill was taking stock of his life. He’d been divorced for a good number of years now, no kids. After twenty years of being a long-haul over the road trucker, he’d been all over the country. He had memories of plenty of women along the way – all kinds. He’d had sexual encounters with strangers, blind dates, old friends from high school, even truck stop hookers. As he rolled down the highway, he often daydreamed about new a...