Thank god the holidays were over. Christmas and New Year's are a bummer when you spend them alone. That was my case; I had broken up with my girlfriend, Jasmine, after Thanksgiving, a big mistake. You should never break up before St. Patrick's Day. I was super stressed attending our company's Christmas party alone looking for a hot woman to hook up with. I succeeded, but that was only short-term relief. My family lives ac...

You just got home from work, you're tired, and your muscles are sore, especially your back. You lay face down with your head on a pillow, arms by your side, and your balls and cock pushed down between your legs so they could be teased when your thighs are massaged. You let me massage your upper back for a while and just enjoy the feeling. I put more cocoa butter on my hands, move to your shoulders, and lean forward, rubbi...

Strange how pure chance can change a life. If I hadn't chosen to join John in Paris for Christmas, if I hadn't flown through Denver, if I hadn't gone to the bookstore to kill time, if I hadn't seen the book on display, if I hadn't bought a copy, if I hadn't been seated next to Solene on the plane. My husband, John, is a civil engineer. His company was working on a big project in Paris and for some reason it was necessary...

I was reading my women's adult novel when the knock came on the front door. I knew who it was, and I was expecting him, but I was reading to give my mind another place to focus while I waited, since I was a little apprehensive about this visit. At the door would be the psychologist my friend Suzanne told me about, and she said she was sure he could help with my sexual frustration. I'm Ann; just turned fifty, and lately, i...

"Oh, you like?" she asked mischievously, as I gave a few lively movements as she gently grabbed my balls with her oily hand. "Erm, yes, it's good," was my response. I didn't really know what to answer and thought it was a strange question to ask. But it soon ended with me letting out impulsive small moans as her lively hands slipped between my balls, massaging the edge of my asshole. By sheer reflex, I lifted my bottom in...

Of course, I noticed him; everyone did as he ran along the edge of the surf, where the sand was packed firm by the water. He was a huge, gorgeous, black man, well over six feet tall and massively muscled, his chiseled physique sure to grab the eye. Another reason he stood out; he had on a single garment, which was one more than most of us! He wasn’t wearing a ridiculous Speedo, although unlike most men he had the body for...

Recently removed panties lightly bind her wrists, strong hands working circles over her shoulders and down her sides. A shiver of excitement, anticipation. Fingers working knots, exploring muscles - long strokes, going deep. Kisses around her neck and earlobes, pressure, and restraint. Writhe of excitement, what might follow? Automatic and anticipatory, exhilaration making legs part, a quiver of expectation, fingers dance...

Nekane nervously plays with a strand of her own hair as she discreetly delights in the beauty of her friend. Her fingers twirl the tendrils while her gaze steals occasional glances, appreciating the graceful allure of the woman seated before her. Despite the age difference, Nekane is drawn to the harmonious contours of her friend's face, finding herself inexplicably captivated by the subtle details that make her so magnet...