“I don’t know if you remember,” Alyssa began slowly, pausing to take a breath. “The last time we had a movie night -- when Brian was here -- you and him went into your room for a bit in the middle?”

“I guess the world won't end if we slept in our underwear,” I said. “It's not as if haven't been to the beach together a dozen times.”

I didn’t really need much coaxing... I squeezed and stroked the growing lump in his shorts... enjoying the feeling of his thick, throbbing hard-on responding to my playful ministrations.

True, they were all older and responsible for what they were doing. But you know, I think they got what they wanted, and I got what I needed. I would have probably gone on to do something like this on my own eventually.

Beth came out into the dimly lit room. She was wearing a floor length burgundy colored gown. It was lace from head to toe and she looked magnificent. She walked slowly over to my side of the bed.

Jane slid her pussy closer towards the edge of the couch and when Melissa's mouth met her wet pussy she squealed softly with pleasure and Melissa began to gently nibble her pussy!

In this house lived a pretty girl named Tilly. Tilly also loved horses but didn't have any of her own, so it wasn't unusual for her to wander over whenever she saw my daughter out working or grooming the horses.

I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways:

Something she had never done before and knew that she wanted to do it again. Hoping that he had enjoyed last night as much as she did and would want to see her again

I slid into the water and turned back to face Casey. Her legs were dangling in the water. I took hold of each ankle and placed them on my shoulders.

Here I am sitting on a plane heading to Chicago and then connecting to a commuter to Iowa. Why, Im heading to see a friend (and occasional lover) for 2 nights

One moment I was making love to my wife as she urged me on to arouse her further, the next, I was listening to her talking like a slut to a stranger who was slamming his cock into her.

Recently a female golfing friend of mine from the Coast was venturing east on a driving vacation, and made a stop near my new home. Since she had her clubs with her, we decided to meet for a round at my favorite course.

Changing the location of intimacy can deepen emotional connection. It encourages partners to be present, attentive, and creative.

The story I had told them was how, on occasion, my super hot girlfriend likes me to dominate her, in some very physical ways. Ways that, to the uninitiated, might make someone want to call the police

We go back to our seats and I suggest we head home. We invited our new friend to come with us and he gladly accepted. He decided he would drive separately and follow us there so that he would have his car when he is ready to leave

It had started with boredom, boredom of being married to a man who cared more about making money than making love.

The bar and club owners, who had struggled for months, were overjoyed to have us back in circulation. They tried all sorts to attract us into their establishments. Happy hours, two-for-one drinks nights, live bands (some good and went on to be quite well known actually). But not surprisingly, the most attractive incentive, came from those bars that provided strippers.

She was a hottie. 5’4” 140 lbs with 34DD. Her long red hair and green eyes accentuated a soft beautiful smile. She rode her bicycle 5 days a week.

“Of course, I’ll wait forever for you. You know that.”