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I’ve developed a real familiarity which Charlie. He was in my class years ago. We stayed friendly. He’s been cutting my lawn for 7 or 8 years now and its no big deal for him to just pop in the house and use the bathroom or raid the fridge for a soda when he’s done doing the lawn. Over the Years I’ve been watching him develop and grow up from a scrawny 10-year-old kid to 6’5” 175lb. Mountain of athletic muscle He’s the blond all-American boy with big broad shoulders. A young Adonis with sky blue eyes and the world on a platter set out before him. With a handsome knockout smile that puts everyone who ever meets him instantly at ease.

He always comes in the house after finishing the lawn to BS or have a snack. After a while he says he has to head out and then I pay him for the job and off he goes… this has been our routine for years. I have always given him a generous tip. I know he’s usually working towards saving for something he wants. When he was 10 it was a bike at 14 a computer, and at 16 a car.

After his High School graduation the summer drifted by and this was going to be one of the last times Charlie would cut my lawn before this 18 year old embarked on his Ivy League freshman adventure. Several prestigious schools courted him. As an academic and a jock he had success written all over him and everyone seemed to know it.

I end up watching him as he works, his cut-ff shorts a bit too short with holes in the ass. Charlie’s muscular legs were glistening from the sweat of the days work. I catch my breath as he effortlessly lifts off the grass bag to dump it in the compost pile. Every muscle group perfectly defined beneath his tight t-shirt. I touch myself as he removes his shirt and hangs it from his back pocket. He has the smallest patch of hair leading like a trail down his bellybutton to the waistband of his briefs a mysterious bulge is outlined by his tight holey shorts. (more…)

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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…)

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…)

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…)

“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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I was a pretty normal kid growing up in the 80’s and early 90’s in Iowa. I had neither good looks nor a great body. In fact I was thin, but that was the factor that led to a glorious episode in my early life. I was trying to bulk up for a place on the school baseball team, though I’m not sure if the phrase “bulk-up” was known in 92. Used home “gyms” could be purchased through local newspaper ads for $50, but I didn’t even have that much money.

My mother was giving me some odd jobs to do for bucks and giving me encouragement. She happened to mention my efforts to our neighbors across the back fence, who happened to be the local Scoutmaster and his wife. I’d been in scouts for a couple years, but dropped out after a while. It was fun to camp, but the scoutmaster and staff always seemed to want to keep us real busy. He’d been 20 years in the military and it showed.

Carol, the scoutmaster’s wife had been my second grade teacher for six months when the regular teacher had an operation. She also taught Sunday school occasionally when a regular person was sick or something. She was nice looking, but an adult, and I didn’t know her that well. I’d had a few very brief conversations over the fence when mowing the yard, or if I had to talk to her husband about a merit badge or something and I’d gone to their house. That was it. Anyway, one day when my mom was hanging on the back fence talking to Carol, the subject of my trying to get some equipment came up. Carol said she’d been thinking about working out, too, and that maybe we could share. My mother even got interested, so we three got a used Precor home gym set-up for little money and set it up in Carol’s basement.
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We hadn’t spoken for weeks when Kait sent me an email from two time zones away. When Kait sends any ‘report’ from the front line of her life it indicates that something serious is happening. More than three lines suggests that emotions have been tampered with, sex is on the horizon or there’s a ‘what do you think about this’ question to ponder.

Now, any email from Kait can brighten a day, in the same way as she had brightened my life, but for months they’d been short, succinct and with no big news to report. Her life seemed to be in a steady routine, flat lining way below exhilarating and just slightly above mundane.

She told me how she’d met him. There had been a bunch of them in a hot tub, Kait in a borrowed bikini. What started out as a night with a few friends turned into quite a party as more and more people showed up. (more…)

He was 25 years old and gorgeous. Tall, slender, blue-eyed, wide shoulders, trim hips and waist, with the build of an athlete. He looked very good and very sexy in a business suit. I knew that he was a swimmer because I had seen the photographs on his desk that showed him receiving various medals in college.

I was also considered tall and not bad looking. At 40 I still managed to maintain my girlish figure by a strict regimen of diet and exercises which included swimming. 5 ft. 7 in., 140 pounds, 36 C, and generally well proportioned everywhere else. Because my legs were very nice I usually wore mini skirts to the office. I noticed that he noticed.

We often talked about his swimming career and how devastated he was when he had not been chosen by his coach at the University of Florida to represent them on the Olympics team tryouts. One Friday in the coffee room at the office he complained that the pool at his apartment had developed a leak and was going to be closed for quite some time. (more…)

“Read my Tarot,” Celia implored Joe as they sat on the aft deck of the narrow-boat in the sullen evening, ignoring the cries and grunts issuing from the cabin where Charlie and Rosie, their respective partners, cuckolded them.

Silently, Joe dealt the cards, weakly brushing away midges and curly, black shoulder-length hair from his bony face. He dealt with his right hand only; between the nicotine-stained fingers of his left was an expertly rolled “English style” joint — a large cigarette of tobacco mixed with Moroccan hashish, with a cardboard filter, which glowed dully.

The Tarot deck was the classic Rider Waite design, which Joe had bought on an impulse in the Student Union Bookshop. The rich symbols on the cards were beautifully and cunningly designed to create the greatest ambiguity. He had immediately felt attuned with the cards, and he had soon become an accomplished reader.

The layout he used was his personal variation: Four cards, face down, in a diamond-shape. (more…)

I finally did it. I asked my girlfriend to marry me and she said yes. We are both 24 and had been together for a few years. This morning I was going to tell all my coworkers that I was now engaged. I had no idea that the response from a select few would give me more pleasure that I could ask for…

Wednesday afternoon one of my coworkers Kim came up to me asked if I could join her and some other women I work with for drinks on Friday night. They all wanted to hear how I proposed first hand and not passed along through the office. Out of everyone I worked with I had easily masturbated the most to Kim. She is in her late 30s with a great set of tits on her. Even a few times I had snuck off to the work bathroom to do it because I couldn’t wait until I got home. I told her that I’d love to and she could invite anyone else that was interested.

I showed up at the bar and much to my surprise there were six women there. And each one I had fantasized about while I’ve masturbated. I’ll give you a few details on each, in order of how many times I’ve jerked off to them…

Kim, married, late 30s, nice chest, I think she is wild in bed.
Donna, divorced, early 40s, great ass, very small tits,
Trudy, divorced, mid 40s, a little plump, but always shows great cleavage
Jane, married, mid 40s, big, but huge tits, flirts with me the most
Teresa, married, late 40s, no tits, but I bet can suck dick like a pro
Heather, newly married, early 30s, big ass but a great rack (more…)

I led Brad into our large bathroom and adjusted the water in the shower to just the right temperature. His hands were on my buns as I felt the warm water with my hand. Stepping inside, I pulled him with me. The water flowed down on to the two of us. Our hands were busy all over one another before I reached for the body wash on the shelf. I poured a little into my hand and worked it into lather. I reached up and began to wash his face and neck. I continued over his muscular shoulders and arms amazed at the hardness of his muscles. I looked up into his eyes as I washed his chest, feeling his nipples hard under my hands.

When I looked down, I saw that his large cock was growing hard once again. I had to have it in my hands. I quickly washed his abdomen which was rippled with hard muscles. Reaching his cock, I took it into both hands and stroked its shaft back and forth as it grew slowly. I cupped its head with my left hand while stroking the shaft with the other. Brad pushed forward and moaned as I enjoyed the feel of his hard member in my hands. The ache had returned between my legs and I wanted him inside me again!

I kneeled to wash his legs and feet and turned him to quickly wash his back and hard buns. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls rolling them in my hand as I cleaned them thoroughly. I stood and turned him again, standing on tip toes to kiss his young lips and feel his tongue slide between mine. I could feel his cock rubbing against my soft tummy as we kissed deeply and passionately. His strong arms held me to him, my nipples hard against his chest. (more…)

When I was 19 I was going out with a girl named Julie. She was about 5 foot 10 brunette with a nice figure and fairly small breasts.

We used to go to a local lovers lane and she would usually start by her giving me head and then we would have pretty good sex.

After going out for a couple of months, she suggested I meet her Parents.

We were going out one Saturday night and I arrived at Julie’s place to pick her up. Her mum answered the door. She was in her mid forties with strawberry blonde hair, fairly large breasts and a great figure considering she had 4 children.

Just before we left to go out she asked Julie if she could have a private talk to me. “Yeah mum tell him all that rubbish you tell all my boy friends.” (more…)

“I hope you don’t mind staying a little bit longer. It looked like you were struggling on some of the songs. I think you could use some extra practice.” Lucy Wilkinson said to Brad.

“Of course not. I don’t mind. I don’t wanna mess up in the show. I’m not a real good singer,” he replied.

“Oh, nonsense. It’s not that you’re a bad singer. Not at all. But this is a key part in the song and I want to make sure all the basses hit the right marks, ya know?

“Yeah, I understand,” he replied.

The concert was about two weeks away, and Brad had never sang anything quite like this. He was used to singing in the shower or with his headphones. He had never been in a choir, especially one of this size. But here he was, practicing for the show.

She was older than he was, but she still looked sexy as hell. She had long black hair, curly at the end. Her body didn’t look like she had produced three kids. Her waist was slim, her breasts were full. They weren’t large at all, but they weren’t small either. Brad guessed them to be a C cup. She definitely looked younger than her age, and it made her all the more attractive.

Brad on the other hand looked younger than he was. Even though he was 24, he looked about 18 years old. His hair was dark, his eyes were green. He was about 5′7.” He wasn’t a gorgeous man, but he wasn’t ugly. He could get his fair of second looks. (more…)

The interviews had not been going well today. From 9 o’clock this morning a steady line of rejects and reprobates had streamed in through my door. Some lost the job the minute the walked in. I expect an interviewee to be smart, not dressed in denim, covered in body piercings and chewing gum. Others had appalling conversation skills and even though the main function of a checkout assistant is to scan goods they do need to be able to hold up some form of polite chitchat.

At 2pm I came back after lunch to start again. I heard the click clack clop of my heels hitting the cold hard floor as I walked past the next bunch of wanters, needers and losers.

Then I saw one who stood out from the rest. I felt myself straightening up further, sticking out my breasts and even smiling. I am sure there was a twinkle in my eye as I caught his gaze and grinned. His face split into a smile that reached his eyes as well as his ears! He was gorgeous. Sparkling deep dark eyes that in the artificial light look almost black, short cropped hair dark mahogany brown setting off his olive tanned skin to perfection. (more…)

Georgie sat at the table deep in thought. It had been six months since she and Tim had been together, six glorious months. At first she had been very conscious of the large age difference, especially when they went out together, but that had diminished over time, especially when she received envious looks from her peers. She loved Tim and would do anything to make him happy, that is why she was sitting in this restaurant. Suddenly she was shaken from her reverie by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into the smiling green eyes of her best friend Natalie. Georgie stood up and the two women hugged. She and Nat had been best friends in school and had stayed in touch off and on through the years. Natalie had recently divorced her third husband and had moved back to town and as she signalled the waiter who came to take their order, Georgie couldn’t help but notice the way that she unashamedly flirted with the young man who seemed only to happy to accept her advances.

When he left the girls chatted about what had happened in their lives since they had last met. When Georgie told Nat about her relationship with Tim, her friend grinned and said that she wasn’t surprised that their friendship had evolved into something even more intimate as the two had shared many personal moments in their lives. As lunch progressed, Georgie got around to her reason for meeting her friend. (more…)

Tina was older than me, 39, and I suppose a typical office fling. She was married, but it was pretty on the rocks. Her husband didn’t appreciate her and he was kept busy with his own wandering eye. I was a busy sales executive selling IT to large corporate clients.. It was a tough job with plenty of support required from the office base. This is where Tina came in,

My job was pretty much my life, to be on my kind of salary at the age of 24 deserved that kind of commitment. I got to go out, sure, but never really had the time for it. Most of my social life was in the office or out of the office with the people from work!

I juggled 3 major clients and they were a demanding bunch. If it weren’t for the support I got from Tina I would never have succeeded so much. Tina is about 5′ 6 with a good body, she would visit the gym 2-3 times a week after work. She had nice long legs that lead to her cute bum. Then her waste cut in before getting to her 34C chest. She had shoulder length hair that she typically tied back. Her pretty face was blessed with nice lips and blue eyes that were always notice because of her glasses. Often I would catch sight of her in the day as she bent or leant to file something or pick something up. She was worthy of a watch.
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I’m a mature 68yr old bi-sexual married male.My wife and I were ardent swingers until she became sexually inactive due to treatment for a cancer 5 years ago. Last month we went on a Med cruise which predominantly comprised of fellow retired couples. One evening we met two other couples who were travelling together both in their mid 60’s
Bob & Mary and Roy & Sue. In normal initial conversation it came out about my wife, Jean’s cancer and it’s limiting after effects.- The next day we were all having morning coffee when Bob said he was going to the computer room to check on his e-mails. About 10 minutes later I also went to join him and check on mine. On going in, I saw he was logged on to this SH site , so naturally mu opening remark was ” A great site is’nt it - found anyone interesting yet?”Well to cut a long story short it emerged that he and Roy were bi andall 4 of them were fuck buddies. Subsequently it was arranged that I would join them in their cabin that evening whilst Jean as she said,would go and have an affair with a “Gin & Tonic” whist we others enjoyed ourselves. Seemingly Sue & Mary got turned on watching Roy & Bob suck and fuck each other before they themselves joined in and finally got fucked.- The situation was though that both Bob & Roy wanted to enjoy having me whilst the two ladies wanted me to save myself and eventually fuck both of them. So,I started by giving both of them a good sucking,both were about 7″. (more…)

Wow, I thought as I arose from bed. I can’t believe I did that last night. The experiences were amazing and I will always cherish them. You see, I am an 18 yr old man who has a thing for older women. Women who have aged a little, who appreciate a man’s body and wants and desires. Women who have grown into a little different type of body than a girl in college.

I was on the internet in a chat room talking to a few friends when I noticed that a newbie had arrived. I looked up her profile and she was amazingly gorgeous. She had a beautiful smile, bright eyes, and a body that was to die for. She was about a size 12, looking amazingly sexy, with large breasts and nice hips that I knew were hiding a great ass. I decided to say hello, and to my surprise, she responded.

I found out her name was Tina, she had just turned 32, and she had one daughter. She lived about twenty minutes from me. She was a beautiful Mexican woman and I told her I would love to meet her sometime. She said she would rather get to know me first. (more…)

I love watching porn movies while I masturbate. I start by caressing my breasts and then slowly going down to my pussy, rubbing against it until it’s wet. I start imagining myself with two guys, one fucking my pussy and the other my ass. I put 2 fingers in my pussy and 2 up my ass and start pushing them in and out. Guaranteed orgasm.

She was older than what I might normally have thought of as someone I’d engage in sex with, though younger than I am by 4 years. She wasn’t attractive in the sense of beauty as I’d define it, but at her age, and with respect for herself, she maintained what level of beauty she had.

The important thing is, she was as hungry as I told her I was, and we both had food to offer.

Seduction is a mutual thing, and/or crafted in our minds as well as our organs, and without feeling egocentric, I knew I could pleasure her beyond any experience she’d known lately. I too was alone, and still felt it when primal urges were trying to take control. Hence my seeking someone to enjoy those urges with. I rarely judge anyone by appearance alone, but don’t think of myself as a Saint because of that, just someone wanting to share passion, another warm body, and yes,,, release.

She was a surprise in the meeting, and I probably wouldn’t have given her a look had we passed on the street, but when we met, I sensed a longing in her to experience love certainly, and even at her age I had to believe she also, still, had urges. It turns out I was correct. (more…)

I for some months had been feeling confused. I didn’t know weather to turn this way or that. Why? Well I had been attending my local church for almost two years and truly wanted to grow righteous in the name of Jesus and the more I was grasping the thought of it, the more I knew the evil one was gaining control of my flesh as I desired her beauty.

Every-time she entered the church with her husband; I would become envious of him although I must have been at least 30 years younger than him. The way she looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes of hers would cause my knees to tremble until the moment I got back home and then I would burn with a passion that was even indescribable to me. Management of being able to control my urge was becoming insupportable.

The way she would spread her legs whilst sitting opposite me was causing an erection in my boxers and by the way she kept flashing her eyebrows at me, she knew precisely what she was doing! By the time I had left bible study I hadn’t just left with knowledge of scripture but also the knowledge of a stinking hard-on. (more…)

Sometimes I hate living in a small town. There is only one adult bookstore and to be quite honest, it has the complete feel of sleaze about it. It is on the main drag, but just past the outskirts of town. It is a low, squat, concrete block building, with the windows painted out. The unpaved parking lot usually only has two or three cars, one for the clerk and the others belong to customers who scurry in and out before their pastor or kids’ teacher recognizes their car as they drive by. This is especially true in the middle of the day, when I usually visit.

So you could have knocked me over with a feather when she walked in. Once or twice, women customers had come in while I was there, but this was different. She was brisk and professional. She was older. She was gorgeous.

I was browsing the magazine rack when she walked in, shutting the door quickly behind her. She was dressed in a navy blue suit, with cream colored silk blouse. Black heels and hose finished the outfit that was at once professional and deadly. Twinkling at her shoe top was an ankle bracelet. It may be my imagination, but it seems that an ankle bracelet always graces a leg where the skirt is a bit shorter, and the heels a bit higher than most other women are wearing. She was no exception to that rule. (more…)

“Hello, Frank.”

I turned and smiled. I expected to see at least a couple of my old teachers when I decided to stop by my old high school, but I was still surprised to see Mrs. Ross standing there. What was even more amazing was that she looked just as hot as I remembered.

“Hello, Mrs. Ross,” I replied. She was my toughest teacher. She taught honors biology and I had to fight hard to get a good grade.

She was not one of the ‘beautiful’ people, but she had an air of confidence that was very attractive. Of course, back in high school I didn’t see it. All I saw then was the same thing every other teenage boy saw. I’m sure her large breasts still befuddled the boys in her classes.

“You can call me Beverly now,” she smiled as she leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I couldn’t help it. I blushed. It was silly at my age, but all those boyhood fantasies came back in a flash. It didn’t help that her breasts brushed my arm.

“You know, poor Jerry was a lot brighter than he showed in your class,” I said. It was the first thing that came to mind. I groaned silently. She frowned for a moment and then grinned as she obviously remembered Jerry. He was a friend of mine who sat next to me in her class. He almost failed because he couldn’t focus on what she was saying. His eyes seldom left Mrs. Ross’s breasts. (more…)