Looking deep into Jack’s brown eyes, I thought I saw the hurt and distrust buried deep within. He met my gaze, not with arrogance or shame, just what looked like that he was waiting for me to throw him a lifeline. I didn’t think that I could be the one to rescue him or wanted to help him out of his misery. I have problems of my own, haunting and scaring me too much to reach out to another. It seemed as if we were two lost...

“Fucking hell, woman,” gasped Catherine Hart, the new attorney of Pussy Power. “Where’s your clothes?” She got up from behind her desk and scrutinized my naked body. Catherine was a forty-something and very shapely brunette, dressed conservatively in a two-piece business suit. As she walked up to me, I saw her gaze moved up and down by body and when it reached my naked pussy, her eyes suddenly bulged like they want to jum...

As I finished reapplying my make-up, I looked at my co-workers next to me in the Ladies Room. We were lined up before the mirror with a dressing table at pussy level, all naked save for our stockings, shoes and make-up. The new dress code for the office had been accepted without complaints. Isobel, the petite brunette with large soft breasts, in charge of Pussy Notice, ran her fingers across her V-shaped mound before a fi...

“No, no. Stop everything.” John walked towards me, looking disappointed. “Cheyenne, What the fuck are you doing?” “Sorry, John.” I felt so empty. “I just can’t concentrate.” “And why not? You’re always such a professional.” I saw him out of the corner of my eye, still in his suit and tie. He must have been shocked by what he witnessed. Why did I invite him there, that day, of all days? What was wrong with me? “Take five,...

Running Eagle, naked except for a leather breechcloth, a red headband, and moccasins. Earlier the day he had been following day old tracks of a shod horse. The rider made no attempt to hide it from possible pursuers. The imprints were clearly visible in the red sand and on the rocks amongst the variety of tracings left by other animals. During the tracking, Running Eagle began to know his quarry. The rider, astride a ches...

I have to thank him for the situation I was in. He humiliated, cheated and threw me away like a dirty oil rag. To prove him wrong I decided to do something I would never have done in a million years. I was really a shy, reserved person that believed that a woman’s sexuality is holy, only to be exchanged for security by marriage to a wealthy man. He called me prudish because I would not wear a bikini, calling me a cold fis...

The Sphinx lay hidden between the pyramids and sand dunes like my clit between the folds of my pussy lips. It was 45oC in the shade, if you could find it. We were busy producing a cheap documentary film on the Egyptian theology of an afterlife for a PBS channel. Michael, my cameraman, was a tall well-build man with long blond hair. He handled his Sony digital video camera as if it was a toy.  We were pretending to be tour...

The discussion around the dinner table in a large and very busy upper-class restaurant took a dangerous turn. Someone mentioned that she was recently part of a threesome with two men, something I had never experienced before. My boyfriend, Jack, who wasn’t there because he and his mates went to a pub, said he never wanted to share me with anybody. I was his alone. He was the jealous type. Next to me sat two strangers, fri...

Breathing hard coming to the office from the underground, I straightened my short turquoise summer dress as I sat down on my chair, next to my colleagues. Pressing my flesh colored stocking clad knees together, I slipped a hand between my legs to my smooth naked thighs. Decorum prohibited me from sliding a finger into my naked, wet pussy. My reflection and that of my three fellow employees in the large mirror against the...

The early morning summer rain washed away my tears as I sat naked in a lotus position on top of a cliff overlooking Eros Valley a few hundred meters below. I allowed myself to feel sorry for myself. Two years ago, on Christmas Day my ex-husband left with his affair of three years, never to return. After the divorce I threw myself into yoga practice and even went on an eighteen month retreat at an ashram in India. I found...

It was early morning; the rays of the sun had already touched the awakening desert when she came out of nowhere. Or so it seemed. One moment I was feeding the chickens and when I looked up, she sat there proudly on a mustang horse. With the sun behind her, I had to shift my position to see who she was. My focus immediately went to her left knee-high moccasin in the stirrup and her naked thigh before my gaze traveled upwar...

“William, what happened to you on the course today?” asked Jack, my boss and friend. “Uh, nothing.” “Nothing, my ass,” interjected Martin, our sales manager. “You cannot hit a hole in one then lose by ten strokes.” We were on our way home from our weekly Saturday golf game to meet the wives at my house. I was driving and still very upset about what happened that morning. I also had to buy drinks at the nineteenth hole bec...

“Darling, we have a problem,” I said to William, my husband, as we rested after a moderately satisfying lovemaking session. “I feel boxed in. Our marriage, kids, work, house, all have become too small for me. I need to be me.” “Who else do you want you to be? You’re my wife, for god’s sake.” “I am more than just your fucking wife.” “Who else can you be, Norma?” “I don’t like normal, never have, never will.” “I thought you...

His questioning eyes pierced through my defenses. I lifted my eyebrows and shrugged, not willing to lower the rest of my barricades. I saw his gaze dropping down and the light in his eyes changing. His gaze no longer held a question but something like worship shone in his eyes. When he looked in my eyes again, the worship was still there. I thought it would be filled with lust or desire, but his eyes revealed something li...

“What is the fucking meaning of life?” I asked our shocked friends as we sat in the rectory of the parish where my husband was the pastor, drinking cheap wine. “We have been friends for more than ten years and we talk about the same theological shit every time. There must be more to life than this.” “Well, Christine, my dear,” said Matt, my husband, clearly embarrassed about my language and my questioning our existence. “...