Ah, Brandy, let me take you back to that first summer by the lake. I know that a memory of every pleasure that we shared is burned indelibly into your mind and your body, as it is with me. But just indulge me now and lets go back there together in our minds. Feel free as the memories come flooding back to slip your slim, pretty fingers into your panties and tease your clit as it stiffens. As your pussy wettens, slide your...

If I didn't get my left and right confused it probably never would have happened. I've always been that way. I have to imagine myself writing, or something like that, to get it straight. Sometimes I don't think about it that much and I get it wrong. Today was one of those days. Brenda had asked me to go back to her place and get her free movie tickets. We had planned to go to the movies, since she had been given free tick...

The next day I had set up my easel on the beach outside my cottage and was once more attempting to paint a landscape that someone might actually want to buy. Once more I was failing miserably. My heart just wasn’t in it.“Howdy, neighbour,” called Vanessa as she strolled up the beach towards me. She was wearing a navy blue short-sleeved blouse and white pleated skirt that fell just below her knees. When she reach me I noti...

"This time you've gone too far," said Anita. "I know you like to play little jokes on me on my birthday...but an appointment with Weight Watchers?" "It's not what you think," replied Tina with a meaningful smile. "Just ring that number and all will be revealed." Anita stopped wondering which of Tina's bodily orifaces to jam the appointment card into and took a closer look at it. True, it didn't look like she imagined a ca...

"I hope that Matron doesn't notice that I'm late again," fretted Nicki as she hurried down the hospital corridor, the rubber soles of her shoes squeaking on the polished linoleum. "Nicki! In my office, this minute!" barked the voice she was dreading to hear. "What time of the day do you call this, Missie?" asked Matron Sloan, with a glare that pinned Nicki to the spot much like a lepidopterist crucifying a butterfly. "The...

Vanessa's phone call woke me from a deep sleep. "You'd better stay up your end of the island for the next half hour," she warned me. "I'm going for a swim." "Thanks for the warning," I replied. No sooner had I hung up the phone than I grabbed my binoculars, positioned on my bedside table for just such an emergency, and ran down the path to Vanessa's beach. I didn't bother to put on any clothes. After all Vanessa wouldn't...

"I'm writing a novel set during the Victorian era," Vanessa explained as I dried off my face and hair with the towel that she had handed me. "Wearing the right clothes helps me to imagine my way into the story.""So it's a fairly sexy sort of story is it?" I surmised. "Not exactly your Oliver Twist‚ or David Copperfield‚ style of Victorian saga.""Well, it's what we in the business term a 'bodice-ripper'," Vanessa explained...

"What do you mean by 'bare boat'?" asked Marsha. "Do you mean we don't wear any clothes?" "No silly," replied Cindy. "It just means we hire the boat without a crew and sail it ourselves." "Well, you can't blame me for thinking that, given the way you usually behave at the beach," Marsha told her. "Well, I won't rule out the possibility of a bit of skinny-dipping on my part," Cindy smiled cheekily. "I love the feeling of t...

It was no good. I just couldn't get her out of my mind. I was back on the other side of the island where I lived in a small cottage over-looking the beach. I had my easel set up on a slight rise that gave me a perfect view of the sea and the beach and the rich green vegetation that covered the island from the edge of the beach to its central rocky outcrop which rose to about 20 metres above sea-level behind me. I was tryi...

Tired girl, you give me a weary smile, speak my name with a husky voice All pretense is beyond you, but about your loveliness you have no choice Worker, student, mother - there are so many things to be But it requires no effort to be what you are to me Tired girl, slide into my arms, let me carry you to your warm and tender bed I’ll undress you with a reign of healing kisses, my precious little sleepy head Both naked bene...

For five years I had lived on the island totally without human companionship. I saw no men but the old guy who ran the supply ship, and no women at all. And I was happy. An artist needs his solitude. In the hurley-burley that we choose to call society, the deeper voice of the soul cannot be heard. Man alone with nature, that’s the way it should be. Like Thoreau at Walden Pond, Hemingway battling it out with the marlin in...

There’s something about the universe. It’s just so universal. If you think about it (and I don’t recommend that you do) the universe can’t help but be a strange place, because everything strange is in it. Most of the time it makes no sense, and when it does make sense that’s even stranger, because there’s no reason why it should. In all the chaotic fields of energy, why should there be something as regular and dependable...

I am with you when you masturbate When your fingers tease your stiff nipples They become my fingers When your slick fingers slide over your stiff clit That is the pre-cum-slippery head of my cock The soft sheets of your bed that caress your back as you writhe They are my arms and my hands sliding down your sweaty back to caress your bottom I am your invisible lover I am with you when you are naked You are my stripper, my...

I was a bit of a slob until Meggie took me in hand. Took me in hand. There I go again, whenever I think about Meggie my mind turns to sex. It all started when I delivered her exercise equipment. When I pushed the buzzer on the door it was answered by an attractive woman in her late 40’s with curly reddish brown hair and a sweet slightly shy smile. She was wearing a light blue summer dress. “Bring it all in,” she said, see...

I'm a psychiatrist. My name is Dr. Baker. I was hired by Roy Channing of Channing Chemicals to treat his 21-year old daughter Darla for her inappropriate sexual behaviour. Darla had recently been expelled from college. My initial impression from Mr. Channing's description of the incidents which had led to her expulsion led me to believe that Darla might be suffering from nymphomania. Given Mr. Channing's prominent positio...