I am Amit, originally from India, and living in the US for more than a decade. This story took place when I lived in Chicago and I was working as an IT contractor for a local company. Being in IT, I always come across many fellow Indian coworkers. I mostly keep my relationship professional with all of my coworkers, but sometimes it is difficult to resist some temptations, and exceptions are made. I must mention that I lov...

Watching him lock the door, Laura was already unbuttoning her dress, knowing that would be the first thing the boss would demand. Among the many items of waste in this storage space, there were convenient broken chairs, scratched tables, a split armchair which so often became the centre of these lunchtime activities. He turned as she allowed her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes were on her high pert bare breasts as he...

Naked, thighs parted she is irresistible, as, beginning her mind dominating game, she asks. ”How do you like your red wine?” Her glass held delicately over her belly, I respond, ”Flowing.” “Go fetch,” she hisses, allowing the contents to trickle. My tongue sips and licks a red stream over gently curving belly, down into her pink gully. I lap keenly along moist labia and fused petals of her. Wine is quickly dispensed with,...

Wet-mouthed from her soaking thighs, her young lover asks, “How long have we got before your husband comes?” Panting feverishly, gripping his solid member, she admits, “Time enough. Fill me again. Lick my nipples.” Tonguing her nipples, he slams his gorgeous piston deep into her. She squeals rapturously, “Ooh, you’re such an animal.” His thrusts plunge faster into her very core. Head thrashing wildly, she suddenly cries o...

I’d enjoyed soapy showers then sex with hubby but didn’t feel sexy while caring for babies. Sex was another domestic routine, a chore for his horny rush. I didn't care. It was duty booty. I accepted his need, was pleased he wanted me, was happy to give it but just didn’t feel sexy. If aroused I had to get mine on top first but usually was too tired and laid back and let him have it, pleased he wanted it. As the kids grew...

I had been advertising my services for about a week when I received my first call, an old guy who introduced himself as Mervin. I was somewhat nervous talking to him as this was my first potential client and I wasn't sure what to say, so I simply tried to answer his questions; it was far from straightforward, I thought I'd simply get a call, make an appointment and then meet for sex, but this old guy was telling me exactl...

Louise lives next door to me, and I have always had a sexual crush on her, and fantasized about her many times. So one warm afternoon I was cleaning my bedroom window when I saw her reclining on a sun bed in her back garden in a bikini...I almost had a heart attack! Here was my sexy next door neighbor lying on a sun bed in a bikini, I could see all of her tummy! I didn't know what to do first, start masturbating as I look...

She is Arabella.She is the Navel Goddess. She sits, reclining on her throne, displaying her exquisite tummy and divine bellybutton.I kneel before her to worship her. I ask permission to lay hands on Her Golden Belly.If I am worthy, I may be permitted to touch it.If my touch pleases Her, I may be permitted to pay homage to it with my lips.If this brings Her pleasure, it may be granted that I dip my tongue into the sacred c...

They start their trek Within the forest so thickMoving onward in their questTheir pace not too quick. Traversing ahead and downThe journey of five slowsPausing briefly the restNear an opening below. Continuing on their tripDescend to small valleyFirst destination in sightNo time do they dally. They climb the first peakThey must carry onTo plant their flagUpon the twin Tetons. The ascent is slowThey take their timeThe Jour...

Flying Dreams Prelude: a Dream I must have been twenty-six then, the last time I saw my father. I wonder if either one of us knew that we were actually saying good bye forever. Probably not. Neither of us were great on intuition. It doesn’t frighten me anymore at all. It doesn’t terrify me anymore to think of the details of our sojourn together and of what I grew to know as love. It used to frighten me, the memories, the...

One evening in the middle of summer, I found myself in Albuquerque on a business trip. Maybe it was the balmy New Mexico air, or the fact that I had earlier spotted a teenage girl strolling down Central Avenue, dressed in white low rider jeans and a cranberry-colored crop top that showed off her navel, but in any event, when I got back to my hotel, I was beside myself with lust and I decided to call an escort service.  An...