"Call the boy!" He said as he passed her on the way to the shower. Her friend from college, (a former and still occasional lover, or at least a fine distraction) had been visiting for a few days, and all she had done in that time was ponder and procrastinate over calling her latest interest; he was tired of hearing it. Not that he minded another male getting her attention, there was plenty to go around, but he hated to hear her talk herself out of things.nn"But.you know. what if he doesn't call me back? Or does but blows me off.he's a little out of my league babe." Following behind him, she dodged his shirt and jeans as he casually tossed them off.nn"It sounds to me like you need a little confidence boaster." He replied, tossing his boxers aside before a little smirk crossed his face. "Go get our friend.we'll have your courage up in no time" and he turned on the water. "Our friend" was what the pair casually called one of her toys: a large and perhaps menacing black rubber dildo.nnShe gave a smile, not quite sure quite what her favorite strap on had to do with anything, but she hadn't put it to use in a while, so she stripped, knowing he was watching from the crack in the bathroom door as he toweled himself off, and slid the harness on. Taking a seat on the bed, she stroked it lightly, teasing it like a lover. Putting it on did have an effect on her; it is hard not to feel powerful while wielding a big, thick cock and soon her curiosity and apprehension were replaced with impatience for its use. Before she could call for him, the door opened and he walked in, his naked skin still glistening with the moisture of the steamy shower, his shaft stiff and swollen, wobbling slightly as he moved across the floor and sank to his knees in front of her opened legs. His eyes, wide, soft, and willing, met hers as his lips wrapped around the thick rubber crown, his tongue running beneath the underside as he worked her into his mouth.

This isn't a wham bam do it immediately type of story. It takes some time to develop. It eventually hits the mark, so don't give up!nn*nnThe airplane from Tokyo thumped onto the runway at LAX. It taxied gracefully up to the Japan Airlines gate and the passengers started departing. She strolled into the first class lounge ordered a gin gimlet and sat back to enjoy it. Betsy was a striking, large woman. At 6'4" and 195 pounds she was no light weight. Very seldom did she run across a man who had the balls to hit on her. She wasn't mean; she was just extra large and intimidating. She had never had a boyfriend, never been felt up, and never been French kissed. She wanted all those things but all of the men she knew were too wimpy to ask her out. Besides, she needed a big guy. She didn't want some shrimp. She waited an hour and then the loudspeaker announced the boarding of her flight to Detroit.nnShe was employed as an international interpreter for General Motors. She had many flights to Europe and the Orient. She was fluent in German, French, Japanese, Chinese and Korean.GM placed a high value on her and her talents.nn"Home again," she thought as she walked down the passenger ramp and into the first class section of the 747.

I never dreamed I'd be one of those people who have a sexual relationship with a co-worker. Mostly that's because I'm happily married and have been for more than twenty years. A second reason is I've always felt that having relationships at work is wrong. It isn't that I haven't given some of the females where I work some thought. I've spent some daydreaming time having fantasies about a few of my female colleagues. The third reason is I have friendships with quite a few of my female coworkers and have never wanted to mess up those friendships. I've seen sex screw up too many perfectly good friendships.nnThen last Thursday evening something happened that blew everything I believe about sexual relationships at work right out of the water.nnI was in my office quite a bit after my normal quitting time last Thursday evening, so late it was dark by the time I finally got my things together and got ready to leave. I'd already called my wife and told her I'd be late, not that it was going to mess up any of plans since she already had a meeting scheduled for that night.nnAs I was locking my office I noticed that the lights were on in an office down the hall from mine. That was unusual because I'm almost always the last one to leave. The still-lit office belonged to a female coworker named Terry. OK, she is one of the women I've harbored an occasional fantasy about, in case you were wondering. Since she usually is out of the building long before I am, I thought I'd check and see if anything was wrong.nnI've known Terry since my company assigned me to this particular office complex about three years ago. She's in her early forties, is divorced, and has a couple of teenaged kids. She's quite attractive, with frosted hair she wears layered and cut just a bit lower than her ears. She's also slim, but that doesn't mean she's shapeless. Her breasts are small - I think they're exactly the right size for her - and she has a small, firm, extremely well formed bottom.

???Charlie", schrie ich als die erste Welle kam und ging. Seine magischen H?¤nde lie??en mich meinen l?¤ngsten Orgasmus meines Lebens erleben. Als er abklang lag ich ersch?¶pft da. Ich lie?? meine H?¤nde von seinen Haaren und kam seiner Hand an meinem Penis zu Hilfe. Er lie?? sie noch immer langsam ??ber meinen Schaft gleiten, gut ge?¶lt von meinem Samen. Mein Schwanz noch immer hart in seiner Hand. nnIch lag ersch?¶pft in seinen Armen, als mein Atem sich langsam wieder beruhigte. Seine H?¤nde glitten, feucht von meinem Saft, ??ber meinen Bauch. Charleston umarmte mich von hinten und vergrub sein Gesicht in meiner Schulter. Seine blonden Haare kitzelten mein Ohr und ich schloss die Augen, als er mich sanft in die Schulter biss. Ich bewegte mich etwas und f??hlte noch immer seinen harten Schwanz in der Hose. Es musste sehr eng darin sein, zumal ich mich dagegen lehnte. nnIch drehte mich um, sa?? ihm nun gegen??ber und schaute ihn an. Ich hatte keine Ahnung was man als Mann zu einem Mann sagt, der ihm gerade den besten Hand-Job seines Lebens gegeben hatte. Ich befreite mich erst einmal aus meiner Shorts und warf sie irgendwo hin. Daraufhin beugte ich mich vor und legte meine Arme um seinen Nacken. Selbst im sitzen war er gr?¶??er als ich. Ich zog ihn zu mir heran und unsere Lippen ber??hrten sich. Sofort lie?? er meine Zunge passieren und ich suchte die seine. Sie verfingen sich wie Fische in einem Netz.

The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove. nnIt was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for. nnHer now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug. nnThe white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.nn"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react. nnHer daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.nn"Mommy! Pancooks??¦Pancooks.

Exhibitionism has never really been something my wife and I have been interested in. Yes, we like to write about our sexual experiences, but to me that's something entirely different than setting up a webcam in your bedroom or fooling around in a public place. Not that there's anything wrong with those things I just mentioned, it's just not for us. nnThe same thing holds true for threesomes. We actually discussed our thoughts on bringing another person into the relationship fairly early on. We were both of the mind, and we still are, that introducing a new person into our marriage is not something we wanted to do. Again, it might work for some, and I'm certainly not criticizing, it's just not for us. nnWith all that in mind, about two months ago we had an experience that certainly crossed our threshold on the exhibitionism front and almost crossed it on the threesome front. In fact, some may say it did, but I'll let you be the judge. nnMy wife and I moved to our present location from the great state of Georgia, where we lived for right around eight years. We made some great friends there and were sad to have to move away two years ago. We, but especially my wife, has stayed in touch with most of them, especially her best friend Tina. Back in July, my wife and Tina set up a time for Tina to come up to our home to spend a week with us. They're both schoolteachers, so they have the summers off. nnTina arrived on Thursday night and she and my wife spent all day Friday touring around our area seeing the sites. Saturday we decided to have a cookout and just hang out by the pool. The weather was perfect and late Saturday afternoon we fired up the grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs. After supper, we changed into our swimsuits and floated around in the delightfully warm water of the pool. My wife looked extremely hot in her new pink bikini and I began to get hard just looking at her sweet ass when she bent over to pick something up. All I could think about was sliding my cock between those delicious thighs later that night.

Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.

Sahil had really been looking forward to this day! Their schedules had just not managed to synchronize for over a month now, but finally, they were going to get a chance to be alone this evening!nnSahil had met Ekta a couple of months ago at a seminar. He worked as the Business Head of jewelry manufacturing Company, and Ekta happened to be a contracted designer with the same firm, who had been called upon to accompany Sahil and 4 of his male colleagues to the seminar. Sahil had hit it off with her the very 1st time that they interacted and she too had been totally at ease with him, much to the chagrin of Sahil's male colleagues, all of whom probably harboured some hope of action with this bright young designer.nnUnfortunately for Sahil, even though the seminar was a weekend affair, all of them being locals of Mumbai city meant that the Company had made no Hotel reservations, and instructed that all the delegates go home every evening instead. Sahil, though, had a couple of official lunches with Ekta at the seminar, and by the time the 3 days were over, he had developed quite a crush on her. She was 5 feet 4 inches, had long dark hair usually tied in a loose bun, and her typically traditionally Indian sense of dressing made her appear a little older than her 26 years. She was nicely curvy, had a pert but nicely proportionate 32B size bust-line, and her fitted salwar-kurtas highlighted her curvy body beautifully. nnSahil had felt a twitch in his crotch from the moment he laid eyes on Ekta, but her almost nonchalant attitude and her conservative style of dressing led him to believe that she was unlikely to frolic with a 32 yr old married father of one! nnHe was always on the lookout for willing sexy women, but he never liked to force the issue, and found as much pleasure in the chase as in the kill. He liked to flirt his way into a woman's good books, and then take it easy until he made up his mind that the woman was worth cheating on his wife for. In the three days that he spent with a well above averagely intelligent Ekta, Sahil realized that he had never been with anyone like her before, for a number of reasons: nnHaving started work 4 years ago, she worked hard to find her way out of her lower middle-class home in Ranchi (a small town in Central India) and come to Mumbai to land this job. He had always gone for the urban types before. Secondly, she dressed very traditionally, without ever revealing much skin at all. Again, not a quality he typically cared to go for. Like most red-blooded males, he was typically attracted towards women in figure hugging or revealing western clothes.nnTheir time at the seminar had resulted in some flirting, which raised, among other things, Sahil's hopes of some action. But the hectic schedule of the Seminar and the fact that there was no Hotel accommodation resulted in no action whatsoever! nnFor about 6 weeks now, they had been exchanging emails and text messages which had bordered on suggestive.