Tonight, as we are both pleased with my progress, Andrea has suggested we have a 'date.' A few drinks, a club, a taxi home; all the elements of a nice, civilised, girlfriend/boyfriend evening. However, I have a feeling it won't be entirely mainstream.nnI meet her in the bar below the flat; she's dressed very differently to usual. A long, dark bias-cut skirt, a white, patterned, long-sleeved, figure hugging top, strappy sandals with a low heel and a jade green silk scarf tied at her neck. Her hair is up, in a bun, revealing a slender and attractive neck; a long, dark frond hangs down across her left eye, making her toss her head sensually from time to time. I am instantly hard for her; the blend of such outward stylish respectability with the utter depravity of her true nature is a heady cocktail.nnWe position ourselves on two stools in a small, dark cul-de-sac at the end of the bar. It's early on a Thursday evening so the place is fairly quiet, though not completely dead. She told me to leave my underwear at home and I am wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and some old & very baggy cargo pants. They have an added advantage- a seam at the gusset, which has started to come undone, leaving an opening of a couple of inches.nnWe probably look like a standard, off-duty professional couple. At a glance, her arm appears to be around my waist but her hand is down the back of my trousers, and I slide back on the stool, allowing her access to my pre-lubed anus. Within seconds, she has four fingers in, and is surreptitiously, but vigorously finger-fucking me. nnWe lean towards each other, outwardly smiling at some banal joke or day-to-day anecdote. An astute lipreader would get a different impression, though, as she says "that's it, you little slut. Open up and push back for me. Keep smiling sweetly for the people! Ooh, (her eyebrows raise) you're nice and open today- been playing, have you? Don't need to answer that.

I knew that the girl was looking at me since morning when I first saw her. I am here at my best friend's wedding which is going to be happening the next day. The place was surrounded by a crowd all the time. She seemed to be the friend of the bride and was struck up with the bride like a glue. I was eager to find a chance to speak with this beautiful girl.nnThe time was almost midnight and everyone was returning back to their homes. The bride and bridegroom returned to their respective rooms when it was 12 O' clock. Till then, we were all chatting and playing all sort of games. The stranger girl was all smiling and glancing at me often. I couldn't take my eyes of her pretty red saree decorated with glass beads and flowers. I tried to stop my imagination when my eyes caught a glimpse of her fair hips through her saree as she was dancing. I retired to the balcony and tried to work out a nice plan to speak with this un named girl the next day at least.nn"Hi, Is it me you were wondering about, huh?" a voice from behind enquired me.nnI turned around to see the girl who isn't named yet, standing a few inches from me. She was all smiling at me.nn"I think I asked you a question."nn"Sorry, I was just surprised to see you here." I replied.nnShe placed both her hands on her hips and bent her head slightly all the while smiling at me.

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.