I’ve noticed elsewhere that younger readers may no longer know what the term “zipless fuck” (a single, mostly emotionless coupling between two strangers) means. It was coined by Erica Jong in her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. She presented the idea in a satirical manner, and she wrote of it, “The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.” ********* I came of age in an era when relations bet...

Gabriella Haller walked solemnly down the hall, escorted by two court officers, to the entrance to the courtroom. She was dressed in a tight white blouse and dark navy blue miniskirt which showed off her lean, sexy figure and long-toned legs. To soften the sexiness and look more business-like, she wore black dress shoes. Her long brown hair was made straight and flowed below her shoulders, and she had a beautiful face tha...

It was a hot summer day, and the students of Bayville Secondary School were sweating profusely as the school had yet to install central air conditioning. This however did not stop young Darren Liu from smiling; it was his last year and he already had received conditional acceptance letters from many ivy league universities, where he planned on studying software engineering. He was very confident that he would keep his 90s...

Susan shook her gorgeous long blonde wavy hair and looked in her full-sized mirror: she looked absolutely stunning in a lace plunge teddy that was open from her cleavage down to her waist. She twirled quickly in the mirror to confirm her sexiness to herself. She then strolled outside her house to the hidden honeymoon bathing area in her backyard. The area was covered by palm trees so that nosy neighbors with telescopes co...

With Michael’s ability to hold his erections decreasing, he and Susan realized they would have to speed up the pace at which Martin would feel comfortable being alone with just the two of them. They decided to change the time of their dates so that Susan could have more alone time with him. Susan once again prepared for another FaceTime call with Martin, this time in the middle of the week, hopefully, to arrange another d...

I'd not stuck around last night after my dad had joined us, mainly because I was so bloody horny, especially after my fingers had abruptly slipped up inside Molly's silky wet vagina. That happened because we'd been startled by my dad, but thank god for the blanket covering us. I was now totally addicted to Molly and her body. She was still, for all intents and purposes, my step mum and had been since I was a teenager. But...

Giovanna ran her hands over her husband’s muscular back and held him close as he lifted her chin and pressed his open mouth against her, allowing them to play with each other’s tongues for a short while. He then broke their oral passion and kissed her lovingly on the lips, grabbed his briefcase, and walked quickly to the garage. The hospital had another emergency surgery required and he was the only physician that had the...

Giovanna paced around her living room nervously as her husband grabbed his briefcase and rushed to the door, giving her a short peck on her lips as he rushed to the hospital to perform an emergency surgery. She loved her husband, and never wanted to hurt him, but the image of David and the feelings of arousal and pleasure he generated with his lips and hands were all she could think about. She had planned on seducing her...

I want her. That was my only thought as I stared at her in awe. She stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the doorframe as she beckoned to me with a crook of her finger. “I noticed the way you were mentally undressing me when you thought I wasn't looking,” she said, voice lowered for maximum intimidation. “And I gotta tell you - I've never been looked at that way or been so flattered by someone's attention.” I s...

“And this is my room,” I said, trying to sound excited, but really a little nervous. Jeremy was my age, sixteen, and this was the first time he’d ever been where I lived. We’d gone to see a Saturday early-afternoon movie, In Dreams, which kind of sucked, but Jeremy kissed me and put a hand on my breast. My heart had gone pitter-pat and my cunt had gotten a little wet. “Nice,” he said, looking around. I think he mostly saw...

My favorite uncle was my father’s younger brother, Henry D’Amato, or Uncle Hank as we called him. When I reached college age in the 1970s, he had a successful fruit wholesaling business in the Bronx Terminal Market. By then he had surpassed his own father, who had his store just down the block. Hank had two trucks and two “stores” or units, while my Grandpa Carmine only had one of each.During my school years he sometimes...