As I let myself in to her apartment I hear her fingers typing on her keyboard.  “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…”  She’s writing another white-hot erotic novel about love, sex, sex, love, and love and sex. God, I love a woman that can do that! She usually does her research by trying out her stories on me first, or me and some of our special friends.  “Tip-tap-tippity-tap…”  “He-looooo.” I call out to her. She knows it’s me, because...

I love women. I love how they look, how they sound, how they smell, and how they feel. When properly done up their hair is a cloud of glory around the face of an angel. Their skins so smooth, their bodies so round. The sight of a naked woman sitting with her back to me, her hips flaring out from her waist, and perhaps the sight of her breasts swelling on either side makes me weak, and men must be strong.  When she turns a...

“I think there’s something funny going on here!” Mila whispered.   We were just getting back to our room from an afternoon down at the beach. It had gotten dark, and we were going to take a dip in the hot tub in the common room of the rustic bed and breakfast where we were staying.   “What do you mean?” I asked.   “Listen!” She said, her ear to the door.   I put my ear to the door, and could hear noises of people moving a...

It had been a long time since I had last seen Alicia. What was it, fifteen years? No. Sixteen. Good Gawd A’mighty! Actually, she looked better than I remembered. Of course, that last time I saw her she was recovering from breast-reduction surgery and wasn’t in her best sorts. We were also married to other people then, and it wasn’t the best time for me either. I hate winter, and back then it was a dark, wet, and miserably...

We slept late the next morning. The rest of the day we all walked around, nude of course, in a fog of afterglow. It was like being wrapped in cotton. Even sounds were muffled as we cuddled and embraced and just lay around all day exhausted. A couple of times I made to nuzzle their breasts, or they would fondle my cock, but we mostly were totally wiped out. It was the next night that Allie sprung her surprise. She had invi...

The next morning, I could hardly walk. When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving! My girls were out by the pool, slathered in coconut oil and glistening slick and shiny. They lay in the m...

The next morning, I could hardly walk. When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving! My girls were out by the pool, slathered in coconut oil and glistening slick and shiny. They lay in the m...

It was late, past midnight when I awoke. I was alone in the great bed, and silver moonlight flooded in through the bedroom windows. I shook my head to clear it, and wondered where the girls were. I got out of bed and wandered through the silent house. As I approached the great room I could begin to hear their voices. At last I could see them together in the swimming pool, standing in water up to their breasts, speaking so...

Allie and I both wanted to wash Eve in the worst way, but it was going to be a few minutes before we could, so shot were we from that monster cum. My cock was a limp wiener on my thigh, my balls like a couple of almonds in an empty bag. Allie was no better off. Her eyes were dilated full out, and she wouldn’t stop kissing me. It had been a while since she had broken up with her last lover, and apparently there was some ne...

"First of all, we have house rules." Allie said, wagging her finger under my nose in mock-seriousness. "House rules?" I thought to myself. We just got here for a visit, and already our hostess is telling us there are rules? What is this, reform school? "Rules?" I prompted, cautiously. "Yes." She said, crisply. "One, we are nudists, so no clothes are allowed inside the house." Oh, okay. That one I’m good with. "How about j...