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This story begins when I was a Senior in school. I was your typical 18 year old . I loved to go to parties and like every kid my age, I tried to get laid. I never was successful, so I had to resort to looking at dirty pictures in a magazine and jacking off. Life was unfair, but when our new neighbor’s moved in, my life was about to change.

The family consisted of Mom and Dad and one little guy of 3. Mom’s name was Barbra and as I learned later, she was 41. Her hair was long and blonde. She was 5′9″ and to a kid my age her body was flawless. She made a sweater stick out with her breasts and her legs were long and shapely. The kind of legs you could imagine wrapped around you, as you pounded your cock into her hot pussy.

I now had a real live sexy woman to dream of as I jacked off. Barbra and I became friends and she got to a point where she trusted me to look after her son Luke, when they went out. I took my sitting serious and took good care of him. Barbra could tell and one time when she paid and thanked me, she kissed me on the lip’s. That kiss set hormones into action. The result, a hard cock that needed relief. When I got home, I went straight to my room and as I ran my tongue over my lip’s to taste her lipstick, I fucked my cock with my hand and exploded my cum all over me. I never experienced a cumming like that before. She had sure excited me. (more…)

Some years ago I worked at a small engineering firm. One of the typists there was called Barbara, and she did most of the typing for me. I was about 25 at the time and she was coming up to retirement. She was a small lady, and had put a bit of weight on round the middle. She had quite a large bust which she didn’t try to hide, and usually wore a skirt and blouse. One day we were doing stocktaking and we were in the production office. There was the usual girly calendar on the wall (not allowed nowadays!) which I had a glance at. Barbara came over to me.

“Do you like that,” she said, pointing at the photo, which was a secretary bent over her desk, with her skirt lifted up, showing her stocking tops. She was turning to the camera and her blouse was open exposing her quite large tits, encased in a black bra. I did like it, and I told her so. I was also getting a stiffy, looking at the photo with Barbara being next to me.

“I can see you in that pose,” I said, feeling as though it was safe to flirt a bit. “You’ve certainly got the figure for it.” I looked down at her blouse, which was showing a fair bit of cleavage. “Do you ever wear black stockings,” I asked her. She chuckled sexily, but before she could answer, someone came into the office, so we had to continue with our work, and nothing more was said that day. (more…)

I first saw her while I was registering for my second semester at the local college. I had not seen the business end of a classroom in years. I was able to go back because I had quit my job just before finding out that I had caner of the lung and for the first time in my life I felt totally in control of my future. I went the traditional route of working, marrying and having a kid…the whole nine yards. After the marriage failed and we divorced, she moved back to the left coast to be nearer to her parents. What was left an enormous whole in my heart. I wouldn’t be able to see my son on a regular basis. I was truly in a vacuum with directly opposing emotions. I wouldn’t have a relationship with my son, or a relationship with a good woman. However, I damn sure was optimistic about going back to school and nurturing a career of my choosing, not dreading going to work at a job out of necessity of the almighty dollar. However I digress. (more…)

She looked over at him. The serene look spoke of his satisfaction. The tension in her stomach spoke of guilt. He didn’t know. So why was she feeling so horrible. She knew why. Because of that voice, those words. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

She hang up the phone just as his key was inserted in the lock. She stood and met him at the door. As if he sensed her arousal, he pulled her to him and kissed her with hunger long denied. She melted into his arms, pressing against him fully. He turned so her back was to the door. His lips nibbled along her jaw and down her neck as his hands roughly unbuttoned her shirt. He released the front clasps of her bra and lifted one breasts to his waiting mouth, while rubbing the nipple of the other with the pad of this thumb.

“Your breasts are sensitive aren’t they baby. They love the light touch of a man’s hand or the feel of his hot mouth closing over the nipple. I bet those big lovely breasts have nipples that harden with the slightest stimulation. Begging to be sucked.” (more…)

It was Wednesday evening and Lance Sheldon was awaiting his last parent/teacher conference to show up. This was his third year at Livermore Elementary. Thanks in large part to his youth, (a man of 26), high energy level, and overly outgoing personality, Mr. Sheldon had developed quite a following with students and parents alike. Sure there were the occasional parents that nobody is able to please, but for the most part, he often heard, “Will you be here when Suzie comes up to your class?” or “You are going to be here for at least two more years, right?” Not knowing what the future would bring and trying to avoid giving anyone false reassurance, Lance usually gave the standard, “It’s possible, but you never know what could happen between now and then.”

The clock was approaching 6:20 pm and Lance was looking forward to wrapping up the day. The students had been in school for a half day before being dismissed at 12:30 so the teachers could hold parent/teacher conferences from 1:00 to 7:00. His 6:00, Jack’s parents, had just left. Jack was a good student and both he and his parents were fond of Mr. Sheldon. (more…)

The upcoming Wednesday seemed promising, if only because my school was off and I had barely a single responsibility to fulfill for the day. Aside from sleeping, eating, and catching up on some good ol’ television, the day was all mine. I had gotten up at around 10 o’clock, which was early by my standards.

I was a senior at my high school, an 18 year old guy with decent grades and looks that would sometimes cause heads to turn, but only sometimes. I guess you could say I was pretty average, 5′10, 160 lbs., decent build, but no eye-popping muscles. I had brown hair with blue eyes, and I had attracted more attention from the opposite sex ever since I had decided to let my hair grow as opposed to shaving it as was my previous style. I had fair skin that was very sensitive to the touch of the sun’s rays, especially during the summer, not that I had to worry about that during the middle of February.

Upon completing my previous ‘chores,’ including watching and eating some cereal, I had decided to kick off my rare off day by actually doing something constructive and taking out the trash. I was still dressed in what I had slept in, which consisted of a pair of boxer-briefs and a beater. As I walked outside, the touch of the concrete on my bare feet caused me to shiver as chills ran up my body, for the temperature must have been about twenty degrees. My nipples immediately hardened through my shirt as I raced with the trash bags out to the curb.
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Rome, New York was home to about 35,000 people, when the last census was completed. The residents mostly commuted to the city of New York and home every day. They had a small sedate town full of Christian people. Nothing ever happened there. Not until Ursula and “The Play Pen “opened for business.

“The Play Pen” advertised women only allowed. We will provide an answer to all hidden desires. Ask us, and we will provide your favorite dream or fantasy. We guarantee you results.

Right away, they got a visit from the local police department. They met him with pleasure and they were pleased to prove all their permits were in order. They showed him everything he wanted to see. If they were breaking the law, he couldn’t figure out how they did it.
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It was Diwali night… Almost all our relatives dropped by for a celebration. We had wine, beers and liquors. It was five years since I met all my relatives. To be honest, I did not know some of them. Aunt Chandra looked very sexy in her miniskirt and sleeveless blouse. Rayvathi, my sister was in her long gown serving drinks to our guests. Music was all the way. We danced and talked about our flash back. Due to the heavy alcohol consumption, everybody started to mumble and laughed over it. Mom and dad did not let me have much of alcohol, as I was still aware of what was going on.

It was late night and some of my relatives left. Fortunately (for me) Chandra had a lot of drinks and she randomly picked a room to sleep. Well that was my room! No one knew that she was in my room. I didn’t want anyone to know that Chandra was in my room. If my parents knew, they would tell me to sleep in the guestroom or at the living room. (more…)

It was almost the end of another ordinary day, in a very ordinary life. It was a cold, crisp November evening in the small English town that had been Julie Lovell’s home for the past twelve years. Twelve boring years stuck in a routine of monotony & regulation. Hell, her life was like groundhog day and the occasional weekend breaks away to see her parents or sister were the only times she got out of town to help break free from her safe, boring, regimented life.

Thinking about it, going to visit family in neighbouring towns was hardly a trip to foreign shores, whisked away at the last minute by a romantic admirer who’d been in pursuit for several weeks, despite her teasing and feigning disinterest. Now that was the sort of excitement and fun that she needed in her life right now. Still, she had her wild imagination and king-sized bed to look forward to sinking into later. Right now, she needed to get her heeled shoes off of her aching feet and run a hot, steaming bath. (more…)

Michael Powell was exhausted now. He lay very still, taking small, shallow, quick breaths. On his lumpy single bed, staring at the cracked, white ceiling of his room, Michael recounted the events of earlier that night, in his own private mind movie. He took one deeper breath, closed his eyes and smiled. He opened them again and reached over to pick up the toilet roll from the floor at the side of his bed. He wiped away the sticky mess that had landed on his flat stomach a minute before, cleaned the head of his now shrinking phallus and finally wiped his hands. He got off the bed, still naked, and made the short trip down the hall, mistakenly thinking there was no one else home.

Victoria opened her door adjacent to the shared bathroom just as Michael placed his hand on the knob of the bathroom door. He froze, turned his head and saw the grinning face of his flatmate peering out of her doorway looking directly at his exposed backside. He hopelessly tried to cover himself up, but only succeeded in showing off the big clump of sticky toilet roll in his hand. Not for the first time that day, Michael cursed his luck. Being caught in two compromising situations in one day had to be some sort of record. “Sorry Vix,” he offered. “I didn’t think anyone else was in.”
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Pete was old. He didn’t feel old, he didn’t think old, but when he looked in the mirror each morning, he saw a face older than he felt himself to be. It was perplexing.

But two facts reminded him daily, he wasn’t young any more. Each morning he woke up aching, and rolled out of bed. He had to stretch for several minutes to get the kinks out before he could start moving. There was that, and the matter of sex; a fond memory from the distant past.

Pete had an old boss once, who said he still chased girls, but couldn’t remember why. When Pete was young, he didn’t understand this. Now he understood perfectly. But he still liked to look at the ladies. He thought that must be built into his genes. Everything else might be a distant memory, but at least he still had his eyes.

The local recreation center had an olympic-size swimming pool, reserved for adults weekday mornings. When Pete retired, he and his wife started going there. It gave them some exercise, and something to occupy their time.

Most of the morning swimmers were retirees like themselves, and many made it a daily habit. A few serious exercisers swam laps, but most of the regulars congregated in separate groups of men and women, some exercising while they talked, others just treading water and shooting the breeze. (more…)

God, how embarrassing. A grown woman, squirming in my seat. Jeez. Where do these idiot experts/sexperts come up with the rubbish that men and women are different sexually? It’s only centuries of social encoding that makes some people believe that women are somehow passive and monogamous. Crap. Who wouldn’t spend the day fuckin’ if there weren’t bills to pay? And who’d choose not to have variety in partners? Oh, sure. If a guy committed enough to work at it came along and the two of you made sure that things didn’t get dull. But that’s not going to happen in this lifetime. Not for me anyway. Too old. Too set in my ways. Too independent. Too, too wantin’ that young man up there on the stage accepting his award.

How incredibly attractive he was. Did he know it? Maybe. Maybe not. He didn’t sound cocksure of himself. He didn’t sound unsure either. He had a brain or he wouldn’t be receiving the J.B. Sotheby Award. Annually, the university held an awards ceremony where deserving students cleaned up in scholarship money. The Sotheby was reserved for the very deserving. Brian Cane was, I’d heard, very deserving. He was in the physics program and I’d not had him in any classes. Colleagues had said he’d win the plum prize. Yeah. I’d like to give him a prize. Stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum. Come here, boy. Sit. Roll over. Let me scratch your tummy. (more…)

My warm-hearted husband has always had a habit of picking up strays. I suppose that’s one of the endearing things that attracted me to Donny in the first place. However, throughout the past 30-plus years, I can’t count all the wayward dogs, cats, and even rabbits he “adopted” and I ended up nursing back to health. Thank goodness we were lucky to eventually find loving homes for these lost souls, or our house would resemble a zoo. Now that we’re in our fifties, and basically empty-nesting, I figure my days of playing Florence Nightingale to his Father Flanagan were over. Apparently I figured wrong.

“Come on Honey, it’s one thing to provide shelter to some kitten or puppy, there’s no way I’m going to take in a full-grown stranger,” I replied emphatically, after taking a sip of hot coffee.

“I know I’m asking a lot Barb, but we do have that spare bedroom, and it’s not like he’ll be here forever. Once he gets on his feet… hey, the least you can do is meet him; then maybe you’ll understand,” Donny pleaded. (more…)

Reaching my doorway, as I fumble for my keys, I feel his presence near me. The feeling that his eyes were upon me, and knowing that is where I wanted them to be.

Reaching to unlock the door, I feel Anthony’s hand lay upon mine. As he says, here let me help, your hands seem to be shaking. The intensity of the heat of his hand on mine, sent chills along my spine. The goose bumps formed upon my arms, as I turned to him and smiled. The door to the classroom now opened. Entering at first morning, the air is a bit cool, since the night air, seems to take awhile in evaporating. Without noticing, the nipples of my breasts become erect, from the chilled air. As I stand next to my desk, turning to Anthony as he hands me the papers that he was so kind to carry for me. As I looked at him, I noticed his eyes feel upon my breasts, smiling to myself. As I gently take the papers from his strong warm hands, he looks at me shyly, almost blushing somewhat. I smile at him, putting him at ease. As I begin to leaf through the papers, finding Anthony’s test.

Pulling it out, I hand it to him. Looking at him as he glances at the grade D. With an embarrassed look, he looks at me, and shrugged his shoulders. The face that he made, had me thinking of long ago, when I had done something as a young girl, in which I knew was wrong, but for the sake of just doing it, then getting caught doing it. The, I know its wrong, but I couldn’t help myself look. I had to smile at that. This grown 30 yr old man, looking like a child getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar shall we say. As I looked at him, his handsome face with its strong cheeks, and narrow chin. His radiant smile, and his gorgeous eyes, so deep and playful. Catching myself staring for what seemed to be minutes but in reality was only seconds, when he opened his lips to say, Ms. Lynn, do you have something you want to talk to me about? I assume it has something to do with this paper. I turn at this point, not wanting you to see my eyes, thinking if he saw the yearning within them, he would know what was on my mind. Placing my hands upon my desk, as I begin to speak. (more…)

Linda looked around the classroom, filled with over 200 first-year students. My God, she thought to herself, how am I going to get any personal attention out of this class? I enrolled in this university because it sold itself as having an average class size of 25. I guess I’ll have to remind myself what an average is.

She glanced up when the professor entered the room. Ummmm. Not bad, she mused; must be 30 something, maybe 40. Kinda young to be a full professor. He looks nice in that suit, and those sloping shoulders must mean he works out lifting weights. This may be interesting after all.

Linda, 18 going on 30, had a body to die for and a face to match — a long, slender neck on which an oval shaped face reposed. Her soft auburn hair was done in a pony tail, emphasizing the long lines of her neck and the shape of her face. She had piercing blue eyes that missed little and intimidated many. Those eyes sparkled as she contemplated Professor Roger Adams speculatively. She noted the ring on his ring finger but dismissed it as a minor obstacle.

Married men, single men, boys — all had fallen under her sway since she had been a budding teenager. She had sharpened her skills of seduction during high school and felt capable of getting any live man into bed, as long as he was straight. (more…)

They sit, one in each corner of the double closet, like two, squat, white, abstract pieces of art, open to whatever interpretation the viewer chooses to make of them. Only the sculptor can validate the interpretation of any observer. Even though I own them I have no intention of even confirming what they represent or why they stand, alone and abandoned, in the corner of my clothes closet. They are both my cross and my salvation, all in the same breath; my sole remaining link to the past and the only hope I have for the future.

Like Scylla and Charybdis, master and mistress of the perils of the sea, and guardians of the straits in ancient Greek mythology, they guard the entrance of my own private hell; or rather they are in and of themselves my own private hell. No one, should they be discovered before my death, will ever fathom their significance in my life or the purpose of their contents. After all, they are so much more than what they appear on the surface, and only I know.

They swim before my eyes shimmering, the lettering on the sides flowing together and then separating, forming grotesque faces, first looking at me and then at each other as if deciding as to how to devour me, as if they have not already done so. (more…)

“Oh fuck, I’m late!”

Speaking quickly into her cell phone, 41-year old Natalie Franklin grinds her white high heel harder down on the accelerator of the BMW. On the other end of the line, a very girlish laugh is heard.

“What are you giggling at, Tracy?”

“It’s just funny,” she vaguely announces in a very soft voice.

“What?” demands Natalie, already frustrated.

“Hearing you say the F word. You never used to say it before.”

In fact, Natalie looks like about the last person in the world who would say it. Appearing very business like and professional, she’s a little embarrassed, but then remembers that Tracy swears all the time, and checks her watch again.

“Crystal better be at the course already,” warns Natalie. “This is the pro’s last lesson of the day. He might leave if neither of us show up on time. We’ve already canceled twice. I don’t know what Jim would do if we missed this one. He’s even going to quiz us tonight about the first lesson, and he said we better know ‘em all. That meeting would just never end!”

“Why does he want you two to golf so badly?” wonders Tracy.
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It was simply called The Club, something that the members often joked about. It was a total lack of creativity, just the thing one would expect from an organization founded by mining engineers well over a hundred years ago now. Then the bankers had taken it over, eventually joined by lawyers and doctors, until The Club was the premier social organization in the city. You had to be invited in by another member, and then screened by a board. The fee was exorbitant, but the connections, access, and perks it bought were well worth it. Or so everybody that was a member tried to convince themselves.

Jonathan had been a member for years now, and the price did not even register anymore. Years ago, he had written it off as a business expense, but it was more of a social thing, since most of his friends were members as well.

One such group of friends meet every two weeks, usually for golf and lunch. But today it was only lunch, the late winter weather not really supporting the whole golf thing.

“We should go to Hilton Head or something, get out of town for a long weekend.” Randy had made his money in trees. With a city ordinance that required trees to be planted according to a complicated formula based on square footage of building space, he was guaranteed to be in business for a while. The city was growing. (more…)

It was probably the first place she had ever been that truly could be called a “Lounge.” After all, there had been many bars, joints, clubs and other assorted locales that had born such a title through their neon and plywood signs, but they all tended to lack that essential quality that let you truly ‘lounge.’ Most of them were loud joints, with music blaring, cheap beer on tap, and guys in dirty t-shirts and flip flops trying to look down your shirt while they tell you how big their dick is. Usually not in those words, but the message is the same, isn’t it?

But this place was different. Named “Reflections,” and hidden away on the 45th floor of the Hilton Downtown, it had elevated itself to #1 on her list of best kept secrets in the city. The view of downtown was breathtaking, the city lit up, the lights from the football stadium in the distance serving as a dramatic backdrop for the slow crawl of traffic down the main drags, and people scurrying through the encroaching cold. January around here could be a bitch. And the drink and cigar selection was extensive.

She turned back towards the piano sitting on an elevated platform, letting herself go in the song. The woman was not splayed across the black wood, but standing at the microphone, slowly swaying with her own voice, accompanied by the two men behind her. Amber loved it.

Unfortunately, it had been another failed date to get here. Spencer had seemed like a nice guy, a lawyer dealing with copyright law. They had meet through work, which should have been her first clue. An intern with an accounting firm, she had been tasked with helping the accountants hired by his team of legal beagles to find some discrepancies in a tech firms books. It had been two months of backbreaking labor, pouring over books that were shoddy at best, down right felonious at worst.
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I doubt I was unique in any way. Finishing up my senior year of high school, just turned 18. Not a smashing success with the ladies, although pride compels me to admit that I have had my fair share of attractive girlfriends. Attractive, but without that perfect body girls seem to be clamoring for these days. And, of course, something about older women has always turned me on.

It could be that they are so experienced, and so confident, it could be that their maturity ensures that I do not have to worry about taking control of events, or it could just be my appreciation for a mature feminine figure. Whatever it is, I know I am not alone in being a teenage boy lusting after older women. However, whenever I would fantasize about them, the control they took always extended far beyond the normal boundaries of the confident older woman, or even the aggressive older woman. I realized soon that what I wanted, needed, was a dominating older woman. This is the story of how I found one.
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Beth sat at the bar waiting for her best friend to arrive. It had been months since they had seen each other and this had bothered Beth deeply. For years they had shared all the highs and lows of each others lives. It was a friendship that Beth felt would always be there. Over the past couple of years they had grown apart and Beth had searched deep within herself trying to figure out why this had happened.

When Beth had finally realized what had went wrong in their friendship it had hurt her deeply. She had finally realized that when all had been well in her life, was the only time when all had been well in her friendship with Kay. As long as Beth was there for Kay they had a good friendship but when the time came that Beth had to put her personal commitments before Kay’s the friendship had began to fall apart.

She had taken the first step to get in touch with her friend in the hopes that they could repair their friendship. Kay was always late so Beth was not surprised that she was sitting in a crowded bar waiting on her friend. After an hour had passed Beth knew that Kay wasn’t coming.
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I was attending an Exhibition of the Artwork from my Art College as some of my watercolours were on show. One of the patrons was this gorgeous blond woman in a smart dark suit with a tight skirt to the knee, and open at the neck to show some cleavage. I thought she would be out of my league but she approached me and chatted me up. Her name was Julia and she had been a patron for some time and would be buying some of the picture “I like to get them young and fresh” – did she mean the artwork or the artists?

We both had glasses of red wine and she had a gleam in her eye and a smile which was very attractive to me.

After a bit of time she asked if she could give a lift somewhere, which I accepted since I had walked to the gallery.

In the car she asked me where I lived and then said ” would you like to come back to my place for a late night drink?” which I readily accepted, thinking my luck was in! (more…)

I was following the old Canning Stock route, pulling a cart with all my equipment. It was the type of trailer you see cyclists usually towing. I had used the basic frame only and installed a large aluminium box with long handles and a harness that fitted like a rucksack. This way I could carry far more things and was far easier to transport my few possessions as I circumvented this vast continent on foot.

This was a trip I had saved up for and planned for three years, before I felt confident to make it. I had detailed maps of all the watering places, for that is what killed most people who got lost in the outback – lack of water.

In the past month I have only been travelling early mornings and late afternoons, for it is far too hot to travel in the four hottest hours of the day. The roads aren’t sealed and for some reason the dust seems to rise more during the hottest part of the day. I erect my lightweight tarpaulin and lie under the shade, usually dropping off to sleep during these hottest hours. (more…)

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I had been doing consulting work for a local Realtor as such was having to work after hours. The work I was doing could not be done because the agents needed the resources during normal business hours. This agency had several older attractive women on staff and they were always telling tales about their sex lives. At first I was uncomfortable hearing then talk about sex but after they got to know me- I guess they treated me just like one of the girls.

Then one night, one of the ladies stayed at work late. Sharon was a 54 year old perky redhead about 5′ 6″ with a nice figure. (36 - 38 - 34) not bad for a woman her age. She was recently widowed and worked out everyday. I was working in one of the conference rooms when I heard her call my name and ask if I could help her with her computer. I went to her desk and began to troubleshoot the problem. As I did, she leaned in close to peer over my shoulder at the screen letting her boobs touch my shoulder and giving me full site of them. I thought they were hard and had to do a double take to realize they were. Her nipples were quite large and very firm. When I turned toward her, her pouty wet lips were about 2 inches from mine and there was no mistaking the desire in her eyes. (more…)