Tamara’s mom, Dominque, couldn’t believe what she’d just heard, her baby girl was writhing in the midst of an orgasm. Dominque was torn. She was horny and had come over to pick Tamara’s brain about her encounter with her boyfriend, Greg. Was Tamara masturbating about what had happened with Greg or was she reacting to her presence? Her daughter’s thrashing had subsided, but her breathing was deep and rapid. Dominque leaned...

Tamara lay in her bed that night. She could still taste Greg on her lips. Her mind was awhirl with fantasies of what they could do to one another, where and how it would feel. Her hand crept across her flat stomach and eased underneath her panties. Her fingertips caressed the close cropped rectangle of hair she’d trimmed just yesterday in anticipation of this past evening. When her finger tapped her clit, she felt a tingl...

Tamara & GregA story for Lush by EroticCop Hi. My name is Greg and I’m a high school senior. I live in a suburb of Minneapolis and play hockey, a lot. In fact, I’ve been playing varsity since I was a freshman. As a senior, I’m captain and have twelve different division I and II schools checking me out. I’m six foot four, and I weigh two hundred and twenty­-five pounds. I’ve been a gym rat since I got to high school, but t...

Mary settled into the hot whirlpool and was almost relaxed as the water jet massaged away the day's trials and tribulations . . . almost. She couldn't shake that anxiety of what he was up to again. He'd made her feel like a giggly teenager all weekend. Why should this be any different?She'd actually been a little early in getting to the pool. It was open late and apparently stayed open. It was in an out of the way area, a...

Mary stepped out of the elevator onto the rooftop garden of the conference hotel with more than a little apprehension in her stride. Sure it was later at night and the garden should be less crowded, and sure the hotel was relatively taller than any other building close by, and yes, she didn’t really know anyone at the conference, but here? This was crazy. This man was driving her insane and she didn’t want it to stop. The...

Mary hesitated for a moment at the door. She knew the man inside, professionally. He was a brilliant writer and she found him fascinating, yet what she was about to enter into was completely different. As a librarian, she really appreciated him. But as a woman, could the same be said? She’d come this far, she couldn’t chicken out now. She knocked on the hotel door tentatively, not knowing what to expect. The door swung op...

I stared at the small red dot that I'd discovered at the base of my cock. It wasn't any STD that I was familiar with and I hadn't had any contact with an unknown woman either. It didn't itch. It wasn't sore. There was no sign of any pus. Guess I was going to the doctor. I called Dr. Chang's office and made an appointment. I hadn't been there in years and was surprised how fast I was able to get in.When I arrived at Dr. Ch...

My plainclothes team and I had spent the entire evening running around the south side locking up bad guys and trying to keep the peace in areas where that wasn't foremost on the communities mind. Afterwards, we were parched and we decided it was time for a beer. We headed for a local watering hole close to where most of us lived, and it just so happened, that the wife of one of the team worked there as a bartender. Howeve...

I’ve since learned not to date co-workers, but back in the day I didn’t care. I was just out of a big-time relationship and had started fooling around with a police woman. We'd known each other since the academy. She was hot and athletic and we had an understanding, this was about sex. We were both rebounding and didn’t want anything but some unattached fun. Okay, works for me, particularly in light of how hot this chick...

My friends from work liked to go out as a group and bring their significant others. That was fine and all, but I was having a bad streak and had gone twice by myself. Not really all that much fun, but what the hell. I got drunk at least. One of my friends' wife was a nurse. She knew I'd been an art major in college before joining the police department. She hung out with me, mostly for pity, at least that was what I though...

Sometime ago I dated a pretty young girl who was really good friends with my buddy’s wife. I didn’t meet her until I’d moved to a city that was a good six hours away. We went out and had a good time, but I lived six hours away, so it was fun, but that was that. One time they all decided to come and visit and she tagged along. She said she thought it would be fun to go for a trip, see the city where I lived and have some e...

I’m a cop in a big city and here is one of my stories, more of it true than false. I was working in uniform on the south side, by myself. I kept busy and certainly loved my job, but after a certain hour it got pretty boring and routine. I was totally bored at home too. The wife and I had grown quite a bit apart, our differing methods of raising the kids being partially responsible for the depth of the divide. I had starte...

On the way out of the building a letter taped to my mailbox caught my eye. My name was written across the front of the envelope in a feminine hand. What was this? I tore it down and carried it with me out to my Jeep. I got in and opened it up. It contained a piece of paper that read: “I hope you’re going to remember me. My name is Nia and I met you at my family picnic this weekend. I don’t know how to start so I’m just go...

You look at yourself in the hotel mirror, hardly believing that you’ve been able to arrange a night in the big city sans your husband, but here you are, dressed in your slinkiest lingerie, wet to the extent that you're about to leak. He's going to be at the door any minute and you haven’t even laid eyes on him yet; the cop. Sure, you’ve seen a picture, but they never tell the whole story. You’ve talked on-line and on the...

When the waitress brings the drinks, you use the necessary movements to make your daring move. Your hand slowly lowers to the top of his thigh, sliding a little toward the inner portion. You feel his large muscle twitch as if he hadn’t expected the touch. But he doesn’t do anything that makes you think he wants it removed either. You look across the table at your friend. She’s oblivious, but isn’t she usually? His thighs...