She dresses in her usual attire; a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back. She takes one glance in the mirror and nods in approval before grabbing her h...

I suppose what Nancy and I did down there could be called a “circle jerk.” I had dared her to masturbate against one arm of my favorite sofa while I did the same thing straddling the opposite side. I wasn’t sure she’d do it, but she accepted my challenge. We had witnessed each other climaxing as we rubbed our genitals on the rough cloth of the couch. Just after we finished, we sat there together, holding each other and ki...

When James returned, he seemed preoccupied. A number of the others suggested he was still dealing with the loss of a family member. I knew different. He was simply paranoid that someone (mainly me) has discovered his little secret. He did seem especially funny towards me by looking at me after he made a joke, etc. I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard. There h...

My adventure began when a coworker was on vacation. James seemed like a nice enough guy. He was married with a kid. Good looking, well built. The kind of guy I would probably make out with if drunk at a Christmas party – if he wasn't married, of course. As it turned out, he had an aunt pass away and was granted three days leave to travel for the memorial. It was a very busy time of year within our organization, but as ano...

I’m a junior in a small firm of high street solicitors. At just under thirty I'm the youngest guy in the office. Late one night I was walking past our office on my way back to my flat after a night out with my mates when I saw a light on upstairs. It was long after office hours and no one should have been there. It seemed to be wasting electricity and also there had been some burglaries in the street so I decided to take...

Jenny and I met outside my building one afternoon for our private rendezvous. Even though we were on the street, she greeted me warmly, hugging and kissing me. For once, I didn’t care if anyone saw us. Jenny was my special friend, and I thought female friends could demonstrate their affection for each other. “My sweet Chloe, it’s so good to see you today. I so much want to be with you right now.” We didn’t linger long the...

The world seemed in never-ending turmoil as the decade of the 60's drew close. Vietnam was an ongoing war, and the peace movement was in full swing. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory, providing our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school, we could affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-century morals our parents had grown up adhering to and tried to force on our generati...

A semi steamrolled past me. That was close, too close. Deeper into your own lane, April. Eek! This is going to be so much fun. My family really isn’t the type to do this. Technically it’s just a camping trip, but I’m not going with them. My siblings and parents are still loitering at home, and I will be all on my lonesome. By all accounts, it’s silly, stupid even, but it will all be worth it. For all my life, I’ve been is...

"You should really go check in on Martin," my wife said. "When was the last time you dropped in on him?" "Just last week," I said. "You were at your Women's Club that night. I told you, remember?" "Still," she said. "It's the least we can do since his wife left him. They were such good neighbors to us when we moved in." "But the ball game . . . " I started to say. "No," she cut me off mid-excuse. "Grab a six-pack and go s...

I’ve noticed elsewhere that younger readers may no longer know what the term “zipless fuck” (a single, mostly emotionless coupling between two strangers) means. It was coined by Erica Jong in her 1973 novel Fear of Flying. She presented the idea in a satirical manner, and she wrote of it, “The zipless fuck is the purest thing there is. And it is rarer than the unicorn.” ********* I came of age in an era when relations bet...