I found myself naked, erect, sitting on a couch, in front of a handful of art students. Darlene was curled up on the couch, away from the artists, her head and blond hair on my lap. She had just had an explosive orgasm, spread open in front of the crowd, held by me with my finger deep inside her. Was she humiliated? Likely. Was she exhausted? Probably. Was she happy? Clearly. Was she finished? Not a chance. Then one of th...

“You ever thought about doing some art modeling?” “What? What sort? And not really,” I responded. Darleene replied, “Nude. There is an ad here in our local ‘Nextdoor’ app. Some woman locally seems to do art lessons here in Tampa and is advertising for models. Individual or couples. Ideally mature.” “Well, we certainly qualify. How do they pay?” “Says $20 per hour. Nice but not worth it unless we really want to do it.” “Oh...

It was different but exhilarating. I was on my way to meet a woman I felt I knew, but had yet to meet. Yes, I had seen her photos. Yes, I had read her thoughts, experiences, desires, and fantasies of her sex life, and she mine. But until the door opened to her home, she remained a mystery. Until now. By sheer chance, a business trip had taken me to her part of Florida. I told her I had extended the trip over Thursday nigh...

After that first night as a member, things changed subtly between Greg and me. Subtle in that we still explored our physical boundaries, sharing fantasies and bringing some to reality. We certainly continued to stretch each other’s limits. However, I was now spending more time at his place and the emotional side was growing layer by layer. I didn’t know where it was leading, but as long as the ride was good, I’d stay in t...

The evening ended gently. After being ravaged by Greg’s Group, I had nothing left. After countless orgasms, Greg, my reliable fuck-buddy, took my sweat and cum covered body to his place. He bathed me and tucked me into bed. I slept soundly, waking to a dream of being exposed and used by strangers. That dream left me wet and hot but in an empty bed. I could smell coffee as it wafting in. In seconds my hand found my pussy a...

I had just gotten back to work from lunch when a text message came through from Greg, my new fuckbuddy of, oh, about a month. But what a month it has been! The text read, ‘I’ll pick you up at eight PM.’ No other explanation. Nada. ‘Where are we going?’ I typed back. No response. Asshole, but he fucked well. I added, ‘What should I wear?’ ‘Whatever you choose. But make sure you shave.’ Well, at least that was a clue. The e...

“Do you want to fuck Steve?” she said, her lips an inch from my ear. I looked at Steve and Jamie. The eroticism of the moment struck me, and I’m sure her stroking hand felt my cock throb. But… “I don’t think so. At least not tonight. Maybe another time.” Deborah pouted. Then smiled. “Jamie, you still maintain a toy collection?” Jamie responded, “Of course,” with a wry smile. “Get them. And some lube.” She was gone for a m...

The three of us walked naked into the house, as if walking together nude was normal, while Jamie and I had no idea what Deborah had planned next. Steve, of course, trailed behind, gathering up the towels. When we entered Jamie's living room, Deborah instructed Steve to place a couple of towels on the sofa then fetch everyone fresh glasses of wine. I, of course, sat in the middle of the couch anticipating being bookended b...

My divorce wasn’t quite done yet but things were starting to fall back into place in my life. I had started dating again and before long reconnected with a woman I had known as an acquaintance in school and we had both landed in San Diego. The fifteen years since we both graduated had been kind to both of us as we had taken pretty good care of ourselves, although she, Jamie, had certainly developed a lot of friskiness in...