As she stood in the pouring rain, getting increasingly drenched, Celeste thought wryly back to the afternoon three years ago when she had first applied to volunteer at the Paris Olympics. On applying, she had pictured herself handing out medals. She’d imagined that maybe she’d be in charge of sharpening fencing swords or helping the equestrian horses or some other cool role like that. But no. Here she was, holding the umb...

We were still in awe of our Utah adventure. The couple we helped were amazing, beautiful people. I know we will see them again, we just hope that their efforts were rewarded. We should hear from them within the next week telling us if they are parents-to-be. It would be exciting to go back to Utah and give seminars on sex. Once you leave the mountains of Utah the high-elevation sagebrush plains of Wyoming are kind of barr...

Peter woke up the next morning to the call of nature. He blinked a few times to bring his vision into focus and felt the weight and warmth of Chloe on his arm. He eased it out from under her and slipped free without waking her. His legs were stiff as he made his way to the bathroom, the pace of his steps tipsy like he was walking on uneven ground. A subtle, low ache started to creep up on his hips as he stood over the toi...

On this beautiful Saturday morning, we find Ian Keller hidden safely in his room behind shaded and curtained windows and a locked door. He was naked, and his well-muscled teenage body was sporting a tremendous erection as he watched the show in the backyard. His sister Elaine was practicing with her cheerleader squad. Now, all the girls on the squad were attractive, but they couldn't hold a candle to his sister. Her spand...

Standing on a very crowded train on my way to work, I’d stood up for a lady to take my seat. I’d seen her on this train quite often lately. We always mumbled, “Good morning,” and sometimes we sat beside each other but we never spoke much. Today the train was packed, I was pushed forward to the point where I was standing between her knees while trying to avoid standing on her toes. She caught my attention and said, “Can yo...

Everyone wants to be near her. I don’t blame them because I do too. My wife Marisa, at forty-six years old, is still the hottest woman in the room. We have these neighborhood get-togethers a couple of times a year. It’s an opportunity to get just a little dressed up and spend some time away from kids and jobs and the other worries of living. Have a drink or two, some potluck nosh, and catch up with what everyone has been...

It was December, and a woman on an adult website I belonged to wrote about her office holiday party. It seems that she found herself in a dark utility closet with two of her male co-workers. It wasn't a tale told to titillate, just to relate an experience she'd had. I'd had two guys at once before, and while I always enjoy that, it was a different aspect of the story that intrigued me. The author told about the thrill of...

My husband suggested we spend the morning on the beach. We both had made arrangements for the afternoon. He would be golfing and I would be spending the afternoon getting pampered at the spa. We sat for a while as Michael admired all the sexy young women in bikinis. He admired, even more, the ones who had forgotten the top part of them. I didn’t mind. It would get him even hornier than usual and that would benefit me late...