I miss our times. I miss our plays. I need your more than ever before. Come back to me my sexy friend. To touch you and please you is my favourite time. I think of you all the time. In many different ways my mind can go. My imagination is stretched with you. My mind and fingers never seem to stop around you. I can't help but touch to your pictures and words. We have our loves but you have me to. I'm your secret plaything...

My fiancé and I, along with eight other couples, were invited to a Saturday football party at one of his colleague’s homes. I did not really know any of them, except Frank and Mary, the hosts. They were all doctors, and their spouses, that he either worked with or were associated with. They have a huge home, with an enormous pool-spa combination in the back yard, connected to a multi-level patio. There is a 70 inch TV on...

We were having coffee after dinner when she excused herself, with a wink, to visit the restroom. For no particular reason, I glanced at her open purse lying on the table and noticed the small pink book that said “Diary” on the cover. I sheepishly pulled it out and fanned the pages to browse its contents. My heart nearly stopped beating when I read the latest entry: "Dear Diary, I’m going out with him again this week and i...

I would like to relate the story of one of the best Halloween nights I had ever experienced.It occurred the year that I had auditioned and won the role of Count Dracula for a local amateur theater. I met her after the opening night performance, she introduced herself as April.Now with the exception of her long honey blond hair she bore a remarkable resemblance to famed Hammer movie star Barbara Steel. She told me how much...

Sarah and I had agreed to meet at an old Seaside Inn in Kennebunkport, Maine, for a weekend getaway. All during the week she had been the one expressing how horny she was, and how much she needed some attention. But it was through an act of nature and Sarah’s insatiable curiosity that I was the first to experience the joy and pleasure of an intense orgasm. In blinding, thick, wet fog, at the extreme end of a long seaside...

After the three of us collapsed onto the bed in a pile, David pulled free and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Becky and I decided to follow. We waited till we heard the water running, then we snuck into the bathroom. We both climbed into the shower with David. Grabbing a washcloth each and the soap, I washed his back from his neck to and including his balls while Becky washed his chest and his limp cock.When we...

Come tickle my testicles.give them a squeeze.Give them some lovewhile your down on your knees.Give them a licking.Dear god that feels good.My cock's now as hardas mahogany wood.I take it in hand,with an audible sigh.We wouldn't want itto poke you in the eye.You give them attention,first one then the other,for just the right timeand then switch to it's brother.The feelings intense,as you suck on each plum.It drives me so w...

After a long day Dreading going home Another business trip taking you away Pulling into the driveway Looking at a empty and dark house Finding the courage  To enter our home Fumbling with the keys Opening the door Eyes adjusting to the dark Heart beating fast Hoping you are home Knowing that is wishful thinking  Making my way up the stairs Stopping half way Imaging I hear you call my name My heart jumps into my throat Tak...

Drenched in desire, lovely the hours Flit away, exquisitely sped. An umbral, knightly presence looms – towers Like memory, over the bed. Emblazoned with eros, swallowing dread, Warm hands scurry beneath a skirt. Words of lust bloom brightly as they are said: “Be still, love, this one's gonna hurt.” Melodic voices soaring sing and flirt, High now, on the pleasure of one, Lost to urgency, playing in the dirt, Reveling in th...

I heard the knock on the glass sliding door. Carol had called and asked if she could come over. I had not seen her for several days. It was early evening. I had spent the day writing. I was tired, hungry and horny. I welcomed Carol’s call. The thought of exploring her body once again had been rumbling around in the back of my mind all day. “I’d love to see you. Come on over.” “Are you hungry?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, “a...

It was early summer and Carol and I had finally slipped into somewhat of a normal daily routine. That doesn’t mean that there was less sex. In fact, I was actually getting a bit concerned about how often we were fooling around. No complaints. But I had work that needed to get done, and a semi-deadline of early September when I was to have some detailed outlines of my dissertation topic in the hands of my doctoral committe...

I wrote a quatrain just for you in hopes you'd fuck me all night through But must we follow rules and such fuck the rules 'tween your legs I'll touch. Pen in hand refreshed anew, I wrote a quatrain just for you. And so it goes when creative thoughtcan add to sex a masters thought. I ponder how the rules of rhyme are like you sucking me a second time.  I wrote a quatrain just for you to suck my cock and fuck me too. I than...

She reached for her small purse and opened it, withdrawing what was apparently a manila folder that she had cut down to protect the photos; it was obvious that she had put some thought into this, into waiting to catch me in a very relaxed, unguarded moment. She opened the folder and took out the photos in question - just a few it appeared, and in the same 5 X 7 format as the black and white ones she’d shown me about ten h...