The door clicks as the key slides into the security slot. I push it open and usher you inside the suite, dimly lit by the city lights and the full moon reflecting off the still-fresh blanket of snow that blankets the city. The drapes stand fully open, allowing a soft, bluish cast to settle around us. Your hand gripping mine, I use it as leverage to turn you and pull you to me as the door closes with a deep thud. Just us n...

Samantha stood in front of the mirror, naked. As she let her left hand gently slide around her right breast, she took notice of how round and soft it was. She imagined her hand to be a man’s, strong and eager to manipulate the nipple between his fingers. So, she gently squeezed her nipple, watching the process in the reflection of the mirror. “Want me,” she whispered, staring straight into her own eyes. From that moment s...

“Daisy,” Heather grumbled to the dog following her. “I’m horny. Where’s daddy?” Heather groaned to herself as she stomped her feet, strolling around the house, bored, and naked except for her hair scrunchie and her Ugg boots. Her mother was at work at the hospital. She had told her daughter to finish a certain number of “job applications and/or college applications.” So far, Heather had completed zero. She stopped by the...

It was November of 1999. Kelly and I had fallen into an odd tradition. Patrick was our close friend from high school. We’d had four-ways with he and Yvonne countless times over a number of years. Unfortunately, they broke up and Yvonne married a dud. However, Patrick has always been Kelly’s number two. Even after we moved a couple of states away, we would get together a few times each year and Patrick and Kelly would fuck...

I was lying naked, post-orgasmic, following a wonderful time with a girl. I call her a girl but she was a woman about thirty and we’d met a few hours before in a bar in the seedier end of Hollywood. I’d gotten her back to my place and one thing led to another and I discovered she was pretty keen on my strappy and wasn’t too fussy about where I put it.   God, but I love a girl who takes it in the ass. She was noisy, messy...

I couldn't believe my luck. First, I met someone that I thought would be the next big thing in my life, but that fell through very quickly. Even though we had what was probably the best sex life I had ever had, everything else was a disaster. I thought I had hit bottom again when opportunity knocked again, not with one woman but two, both of them were attractive, to say the least. They both had what some would call a dopp...

I barely hear the lively buzz of our friends around the table because my sole focus is her. Emilia. Laughing animatedly at her husband's anecdote, waves of hair shaking over bare shoulders, slowing as she senses my penetrative gaze and makes eye contact. I witness the flash. The spark. Nobody knows. Not Ben, not Rebecca. Not Steve. Not my wife. All oblivious to our affair that gnaws at my fractured subconscious, swamping...

He twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her warm cheek against the cool wall of the bedroom. The rest of her naked body was still flushed and trembling after being dragged from the bed. The crumpled sheets still held heat from where she had knelt, eyes on his, taking him in her mouth. Stretched and deep, the act somehow both slutty and classy, she'd teased him to within an inch of his orgasm, then stopped. She'd tongu...

Swinging is not an activity for all people. By definition, it is a couple’s activity, and it requires a couple that is strong in their commitment to each other and open to new experiences. Here is the story of how my wife and I got started. My wife might say that she and I had been more or less happily married for fifteen years when we decided to explore. I am the story-teller, and I am very certain the story started long...

The pain in my back echoed the stresses of the day. Unlocking the door to my apartment I am more than relieved to be home to close another day. Pressing my key into the lock I feel it jam as though it was never locked in the first place. My heart leaps into my throat… He's here. He can't be here but… He must be here. Cautiously I step inside, the heavy security door making its customary whooshing sound as the hydraulics a...

We get back to the house after a nice evening out for dinner and an outdoor symphony performance, last in the summer series. Your antique white dress hangs perfectly on you, accentuating every curve. I kiss you deeply as I draw you close, feeling your taunt body against me. I spin you around slowly, my hands taking full measure of you as I hug you from behind. The bulge in my pants impossible to ignore pressed against you...