You might want to read chapter 1 first & hopefully you'll want chapter 3 after!nn*nnChapter 2nnI look down between my breasts at you. I know you are going to make me wait for your touch – the question is, how long? I stand defiantly, despite my overwhelming excitement. Without losing eye contact with me, you slowly slide one finger up my leg, ankle to thigh. I throw my head back, breaking your stare and let my body relish in the touch, albeit slight. Almost immediately, it registers that this was a bad move on my part, as your finger disappears from me until I look back at you again. How did I know you'd be smiling, waiting to see how long it takes me to realise I have to hold your stare to keep your touch. nnYou start again from my ankle and upwards slowly; you're in full knowledge of the effect you're having. I bite my lip to avoid the natural urge to throw my head back and revel in you. I am wondering just how much of you I will survive before my legs turn to liquid and I can only hold myself up by pulling on my ties. I'm not sure whether it's your touch or your intense eyes that burn me more. Your fingers reach my inner thigh and I sigh; slowly releasing the breath that I hadn't realised I was holding. My legs shake under your fingertips; my stomach quivers taut and my hips are desperate to push forward in eager encouragement. You lean closer and touch my clit with the tip of your tongue, so teasingly gentle that if it were words, it would barely qualify as a whisper but that's it for me. I can't hold your eye contact anymore, I want to cum and I know it wouldn't take much more right now. I throw my head back, unaware and uncaring of your rules at this moment. You stop, step back from me and remove yours hands from my thighs and I yell out in sheer frustration. nnYou reach for the chain and pull on it slightly and I don't know what to do with myself – is that pain or pleasure? It's not enough of either to make me cum and I can think of nothing else right now.

Another boring Friday night at home, Tammy thought to herself. nnShe slumped into her computer chair and decided to surf the net. When she signed on, her home page popped up showing an ad for a new bar in her neighborhood. She decided to get dressed and give it a shot.nnShe decided to walk the five blocks to the bar, and as she approached it she noticed that there were no Grand Opening signs or anything like that. It just looked like any other bar in the neighborhood. Tammy went inside anyway, figuring on one beer and then would leave. nnAs she walked in, she surveyed the bar. It was pretty crowded, but they were all women. "That's strange," she thought as she sat down. nn"What can I get you sweetie?", the bartender asked. nn"Coors Light please," Tammy answered. nnAs she waited for her beer, she looked around the crowded bar. She noticed mostly women, and they were dancing with each other, and some even kissing each other. nnWhen the bartender served her the beer, she asked, "Why are there only women here?"nnLaughing, she said, "This is a lesbian bar honey."nnNow Tammy got nervous. She wasn't a lesbian. Oh yes of course, she had thought about it, but never went through with it.

I stood at the window, looking out across the beach and the ocean, watching as the sun approached the horizon. On this small Mediterranean island, no one but my loving husband was around to see my full nudity, unless one counted the birds that occasionally flew past my view of the sunset. There was a lone boat passing slowly by in the distance, its single sail raised high into the sky, but even if anyone on the boat thought to look toward the small abode, I doubted that even binoculars would allow me to be (clearly) seen behind the window in the dim room. nnI was physically and mentally exhausted. Our sunrise-to-sunset sexathon was nearing its end, yet despite the rawness I felt between my legs, my body still craved more, still yearned for that one final climax. And, given how his manhood was lengthening against my back as his arms enveloped me with love and security, I knew that my husband felt the same. nnFive years together – just us and our cat Molly, currently staying with one of my husband's colleagues. Molly was a wedding present from my big sister, since Bryan and I both adored cats and would finally be moving into a place which allowed pets. If all went according to plan, there would be a fourth presence in our humble townhouse one year hence. nnOne hand on the windowsill, I dropped my other hand between my legs, gently stroking myself. Recognizing my action, Bryan moved his hands to my chest, gently caressing and rhythmically squeezing my small breasts. Except in his presence, I had always felt so intensely insecure about my breasts, as they were almost small enough to be ignored even when someone specifically looked at my covered chest. Yet, once again, my husband's gentle manipulation of my feminine swells made me feel truly feminine, even though my body reminded me every month that I am indeed female. nnThe bottom curve of the sun nearly touched the horizon; only the faintest hint of sky remained visible between sun and water. I felt nearly as wet as the sea from the actions Bryan and I together inflicted upon my body, and my breathing and my heart rate both quickened in response. nnThroughout the day, we had made love again and again. It was not just sex – it was the intimate communication of two hearts, two souls, joining in the most profound manner humanly possible. I had willingly given myself to him, just as he had willing poured himself into me. Despite the burning incense, I could still smell our unique scents filling the air, and could practically taste it moving across my tongue with each and every breath. nnWith his hands still firmly grasping my breasts, Bryan stepped backward, forcing me to move with him.

I was sitting aimlessly with nothing to do. Life was getting dull each passing day and I just don't know why. I switched off the TV and walked inside the bedroom. I switched the fan on and eased myself onto the bed. My name is Ankita Hundoo from Varanasi, India. I am 5'2 tall with a mediocre weight of 54 kg and my sizes are 34-28-36. I have a fair complexion with an attractive figure. I am a happily married house wife. I mean I am quite happy with my husband and the married life with him. But being alone all the day inside the house gets boring after a year of married life. I have done my MBA but as my husband prefers me to stay home, I agreed.nnHis name is Rohan. He works in a software firm and he is a nice, caring person. I am quite fortunate to have him in my life. The house gets quite empty when he leaves for office in the morning and then the maid helps me in cooking the lunch, cleaning the house. She would leave in the afternoon and my husband's returns around 7 in the night which leaves me no choice but to remain alone for a long time. The ceiling fan was hummed slowly which made me drowsy. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep for awhile. When I woke up it was already 3 o'clock. I tied my hair up and got off the bed.