Groggily, my eyes opened. I momentarily struggled to recognise where I was. The bed was a warm and cosy haven that held me in its embrace. I saw the tangle of discarded clothing laying on the dark grey carpet in a haphazardly logical tableau. The final garment, a minuscule black lace thong, resting in a misshapen dream on top of my navy blue chinos. I was alone in Heather’s bed and I smiled as images from the previous eve...

“Why?” “I can’t say, Maria.” “But, Tony, I ……” I cut her off and walked out of the room. I didn’t trust her. I decided to hold fire. I’d keep an eye on developments. Luckily Brady had come to the office and was checking some information on the Hartford job with Barry. They called me as I passed and asked me to sit in with them. “Tony, Brady is looking for information on these,” Barry said pointing at his computer screen,...

Sue decided to walk over to Robert's home since he lived so close, and arrived dressed in a cute dark blue mid-length skirt and white blouse. The skirt had to be at least mid-length and the blouse solid because, knowing what she would be doing at his home, Sue decided to forgo the underwear part of her ensemble. She smiled thinking about it as she walked, feeling the cool air caressing her snatch. On arriving, Robert show...

You were lying in bed, naked as always when you were getting ready to sleep. Being nude made you feel sexy, and you loved the feel of the sheets on your skin, especially on your breasts and pussy as you thought about a man touching you in those places, getting you turned on. But you had to use your imagination more lately; it'd been a while since a man touched you. And you were feeling more than a little horny this partic...

Robert saw a nice-looking redhead, probably in her fifties or so, as he walked to pick up a tank of propane outside the local grocery store. Turned out that they had both bought a tank of propane, and they were both waiting for Customer service to send someone out to get their tanks from the locked storage cage. He struck up a conversation with Sue, whose name he got after he introduced himself. Sue was very good-looking...

Cindy ran into the two ladies who had told her about Max, and thanked them for suggesting him. Then she asked if they had tried his special massage when they went, and they both said they did. She admitted to them that she too had tried it, and loved it, making an appointment for another one the next week. One of the ladies said she might hear about an “enhanced” massage, and if Max offered one, she should try it too. Cin...

Cindy was new to the small town, and had her first appointment at the local massage parlor. Max was the masseur, and he ran the “parlor” out of the back bedroom of his home. He was not licensed but did a good job, and his clients loved his massages. His clientele were mostly the wives and widows who lived nearby, and he'd been giving them massages for years. Two of the women Cindy met since moving to town had Max massage...

Jake was walking to Eileen's place to take her out, and thinking about their first Playroom experience during which he gave her some pain with nipple clips. He was happy that she got through it without complaint. She seemed to accept that pleasing him wasn't so bad, even if it hurt a little, and that it could even be arousing and rewarding. He loved her for her attitude; heck, maybe he just loved her. Eileen waited at her...

Two days later Jake and Eileen went out to eat again before heading to his apartment. He got them their usual drinks and they sat on the sofa, kissing between sips. “The new Playroom is ready, so tonight we can try it for the first time. I wanted to ask if your period started, and if you've thought about how you want to please me?” he asked. “Yes, it started yesterday. I've thought about what you said, that I should use a...

The doorbell rang right on time, as Pam waited for the doctor to arrive. She had heard about this therapist from a couple of her friends, who both recommended him if she wanted to have a unique sexual experience safely. She quickly called him and made an appointment. Answering the door, she let him in, and they exchanged pleasantries. He looked nice in his sport shirt and slacks, and maybe about fifty years old or so. She...

I heard the doorbell while in the bathroom, so he'd just have to wait a minute. I knew it would be the psychologist my friends Suzanne and Kathy told me about, who did as the doctors did in the past to help women with “anxiety,” which was code for sexual frustration, by giving them hand stimulation to reach an orgasm. With a husband who would rather sit in his man cave with the guys, or even alone, than be with me, this s...