I turned forty this year. As a married mom of two teenagers, my expectations of real love, sexual gratification, and desire faded long ago. My husband George was a good provider, hard worker, and dedicated family man. Our love life was okay… just okay. I suppose I had almost everything to be thankful for! I read my share of romance novels, sometimes wishing I was the main character - Perhaps the woman full of lust, passio...

eyes that drink me inan inviting smilehands that fumble excitedly to remove clothinga searching touchfingers that clutch and graba curious, exploring mouthlickingsuckinglips parted to let barely audible moans escapeeyes that squeeze tightly shuttrembling lips against tingling flesha heady scent that makes me lose myselftracing an outline with my tonguebreathless sighstangled sheetslegs that wrap themselves around mesweati...

Then there was the time I had to go to Las Vegas on business. My wife had no interest in going to Vegas nor the time to go. Kelly’s husband was on a business trip of his own to somewhere in the Midwest. So I took her with me to Sin City. Day 1 I scheduled our arrival to be late morning on Sunday. That way we had time to check out the town away from The Strip. We had both been there many times before we met so we had no re...

My first encounter with Monique had been a sordid little thing. After a lot of wordless flirting in front of her husband, we had met up in a derelict stone building at an old fort and I had fucked her there: crudely, roughly, like cave dwellers, she leaning against the wall and I behind her, just banging her until I came and then it was all over. Circumstances had dictated that, but I didn’t want it to be the defining mom...

In the first chapter, I explained how Kelly and I met. We were two lonely people in loveless, sexless marriages. We met on an adult dating site, chatted, texted and sexted for weeks before we actually met. The culmination of those events was the most sensual lovemaking session of my life. Now we continue: We hadn't seen each other for a few days but had kept up a barrage of texts, in which we now included emojis and short...

Kelly and I met through an adult dating site. We chatted through the site then texts and emails. We couldn’t seem to arrange a personal meeting. She had a family reunion to go out of town and for personal other family-related matters. Then I had to go out of town to deal with a family matter. As it turns out to the same city, but she was already home when I arrived. Through our chats and texts we grew to know each other a...

Katie was enjoying a hot, steamy shower, thinking about the wonderful afternoon she had spent with Ken yesterday in their secluded glade. She loved to linger in the shower, caressing her body. She circled her areolas with her fingers, then tweaked her erect nipples, remembering the sensation of Ken’s lips on her breasts. She touched her pussy and gently rubbed her clit, thinking about the pleasure Ken had given her. She m...

I exchanged emails for many months with a female friend I will refer to as Pammie (this was not her real name but she liked me to call her that).  We were both married, not to each other, but this didn't stop us from making mad passionate love together, at least in our imaginations through cybersex. We regularly exchanged long emails where we tried to describe what would happen if we were to meet as lovers in as intimate...

The first time I went to the little church in Georgetown, Guyana, I felt more than a little out of place. There were only about twenty people there and they all clearly knew one another. All but two of them were women. And all were black, because Guyana is one of those countries where slavery was everywhere and when it was abolished in the late 19th century, many of the plantation owners eventually left, but the workers s...

It was the kind of Caribbean island where rich Americans came to retire. Don’t ask me where they got their money from; I thought everybody was struggling these days, but apparently not. So, you’d see these old couples around the place, the guys looking exhausted by the sun, but before that by their career and by life itself. And, at their side would be a nice, tidy woman, cruising through late middle age, a little worn, p...

The women are waiting when I reach the bedroom. My wife Theresa is laying on the bed in a lacy white camisole and thong. Her garments are sheer, hiding little. Theresa’s teaching assistant and lover Elise sits on the side of the bed. The petite Korean graduate student is wearing a pink satin nightshirt with only a couple buttons done up in the middle, just enough to keep it closed over her breasts. She, too, wears only a...

Ken sat there with his heart pounding in his chest. His sexy sister had just admitted that she wanted him to ball her.  Dressed in a sexy black nightie complete with thigh high nylons she was a picture of pure sexy. Her eyes were lit with lust that made her look even more desirable. Connie had discovered his cross dressing secret and had promised to keep it to herself, providing he agreed to her demands. One demand was do...