In a way, that storm seemed to of sucked the life out of the resort. Although the sun returned, the sultriness of the night didn’t. There seemed to be a chill in the air. Maybe it was a sign that the onset of autumn was not so far away. With the weather cooler, yesterday evening Sarah wore more clothes, jeans, a blouse, a jacket, even panties, though no bra. To reinforce that last fact, my girlfriend had wobbled her boobs...

Sunday was the quietest day of the week in the hotel complex, as many of the staff had the day off. So there were no shows or discos to go to in the evening or much going on during the day. Guests were very much left to their own devices. Of course, the bars and restaurants were open, and we could still get drinks delivered to our small private pool. The quietness suited us as we wanted a day together; just the two of us....

I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. I opened my eyes and Tabby was sitting on the bed, cross-legged and nude, a sly smile on her face. "Well, good morning, Tabby Cat," I croaked, wiping the sleep from my eyes. "Good morning," she replied softly. "Did you have a good sleep?" "Very," I admitted. "Me, too," she agreed, giving me a big grin. "So good." She put her hand on my waist and slowly moved her fingers to...

Helen Ladbrooke was a fifty-year-old uniformed police sergeant and at the moment, although she was on duty, she was driving to the house of a friend of hers. Helen had never married, but she had had several lovers of both sexes and various ages, and the house that she was going to was that of one of her lovers, forty-three-year-old Sharon Potts although it was not really Sharon that she was going to see. Sharon, who was d...

Annette and I met later in life and were married at the age of forty.  From the very beginning, we enjoyed a healthy sex life by trying new things.  We weren't interested in adding others to our lovemaking but had become more interested in anal of late.  Annette wanted to do me as much as I wanted to do her.  So we drove to the local sexual aid shop and perused their wares. The saleslady approached us as we looked over th...

Dinner was done cooking, but needed to rest a while before cutting into it, so Kathryn and I chatted some more. “I'm glad you enjoyed having sex with me,” she told me, awkwardly. “Ummm... yeah,” I replied. “It was a bit of a shock you asking, to be honest.” “I know, I'm not very tactful. Sometimes I just blurt stuff out.” “So, you didn't really mean it?” “Oh, yeah, I meant it, I just didn't know how to gracefully ask, so...

My wife started talking in her sleep. At first, it scared me. Full coherent sentences piercing the predawn night. As I got used to it, the one-sided conversation began to intrigue me. In fact, there’s one story she tells quite often of a girl she met at the university where she teaches.  “Pretty young thing,” she mumbles. “Intellect as beautiful as her body. Perky breasts, athletic legs and ass. Reminds me of when we were...

“I’m going to fuck your wife.” “Really, how’d you work that out?” “It’s obvious that she needs a real man. One that can show her what it feels like to have six-and-a-half inches of prime meat in her.” “Oh, is that right?” “Yep, I’m glad she brought you today. I’m glad I can explain it to you, face to face, mano-a-mano.” “Mano-a-mano implies I’m a man and therefore if she’s had me then she won’t need you.” “It’s just a say...

I rolled over to snuggle against Tina and was greeted with an empty bed. I lifted my head and there was no light coming from the bathroom and looking at the clock I saw I had overslept a touch. I usually had my alarm set for seven am, it was now eight-thirty, I was really tempted to put my head back down again but knew I would never get up if I did. Up and into the loo for a pee and a quick brush of my teeth to clear my m...

Newly polished toenails safely propped on the crowded coffee table, Darlene Barnes let out a long plume of cigarette smoke and waited for her friend to come back from the kitchen. Waiting in silence, however, had never been her 'thing'. The thirty-something bottled-blonde looked around at the empty doorway to the kitchen. "You know it's hard for me to believe you're this messed-up. You've always been so self-confident. No...

As they rode in the back seat of the taxi, Marti could see the look of desire on Vera’s face. She knew that her stories about having sex with Andy had excited her friend. Leaning toward Vera, Marti ran her hand up the inside of her friend’s thigh until touching the large wet spot on her panties. Rather than rejecting the touch, Vera actually opened her legs slightly. Marti put her mouth beside Vera’s ear and whispered, “Y...

Wendy squirms. I enjoy watching her squirm. She sits on her own settee in her own living room with bondage tape wound tightly around her ankles, calves and all the way up to her knees, where it meets a black pencil skirt. Her arms are behind her back, bondage tape wrapped tightly from wrists to elbows. More tape is wrapped around her torso, holding her arms in place and wound around a silky forest green, high neck top, fo...