Clunky Boobs

Monica had been playing with her new vibrator. Lying back on the bed, her legs wide apart and her new nine inch toy buzzing away happily as it massaged her clit, slipping every now and then into her sopping pussy. She was nearly ready to orgasm when the doorbell chimed.

Damn, she thought. Quickly throwing on her dress, not bothering with undergarments, she headed for the door looking as fresh and innocent as a Catholic schoolgirl.

“Hello Monica. We were just in the area and just had to visit.” Karla smiled her charming grin and tossed her lovely mane of red hair as she entered the hall. Behind her a tall, rugged man followed like a muscular shadow. He was over six feet and his muscular structure indicated he worked out. Monica felt her pussy quiver as she looked into his hot blue ‘come-to-bed’ eyes while his small, lopsided smile promised great passion. (more…)

You arrive late at the hotel for yet another conference that you have to go to for continuing education. You”re tired from the drive to the mountains, and can”t wait to climb into a nice hot shower and then into bed. You walk up to the reservation desk, only to find they don”t have you listed for a room. You can”t believe your bad luck. The clerk asks you to stay there, as he believes he did have a phone message for you. He returns with a note, and you walk over to sit down and read it. You can”t believe your eyes as you read the note: (more…)

My wife Maya is very beautiful and smart. Even though we have been married for almost 15 years, Maya has maintained herself well. Both of us work in high-pressure jobs. Since we found little time, we had sent our only son to a boarding school in South India so we lived alone in our big house in a posh area of the national capital New Delhi.

It was perhaps due to the high pressure of work that sex lessened and then almost stopped between us. I feel no sexual arousal when I look at Maya. I am going to turn 45 soon and sex does not seem to interest me any more. That however changed in a very interesting way that I would like to share with you dear readers. (more…)

Lightening crashed. The flash of light woke Amy up from a start. The thunder from the previous flash of lightening rumbled in the distance. The light wouldn’t switch on. It took a second for her brain to turn on and start it’s own rumbling. She moaned lightly as she remembered what happened.

It was prom night. She had a date with Cyrus Warner. Cyrus was the big man on campus and normally preferred the cheerleader types, no brains, and easy. Amy was an opposite. Sure she enjoyed sports, but she wasn’t the type to be the airhead blonde on the sidelines. She was the type that wanted to participate. Soccer in the fall, basketball in winter, softball in the spring. It kept her in shape and in good overall spirits. The concentration on the field also brought a concentration to the classroom. Guys at her school did not like to be around guys that not only outsmarted them, but could beat them in one on one, and she didn’t mean the kind in the bedroom. (more…)

It was early spring, the leaves were just budding on the trees, and the weather still had a bit of a nip in it. The sun was shining though and it seemed like a good day for a drive. He had just cleaned up the car. He liked to call it “his little pony”, black mustang convertible, with all the toys to go with it. He stopped to buy her favorite bottle of wine and tucked it in the backseat of the car.

He drove home and packed the car with a soft blanket, a couple of wineglasses, and a corkscrew. He looked at his watch, it was almost 4:30. If she had left right after school was out, it wouldn’t be long until she pulled in his driveway for the weekend. He grinned as he thought of the fiery red haired woman that seemed so docile on the outside. She was all professionalism in public, but when they were alone, she could make him forget that the outside world and all it’s troubles ceased to be. A lady on his arm and a lioness in his bed, the rest of the world had no idea what happened behind closed doors. (more…)

“Please note that this includes some earlier short stories plus new material.”

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*Chapter 1: Her Beginning*

Patricia was fed up with her life. She had married 18 to the most handsome guy in her high school the day after graduation. But over the years she had grown and he had stayed the same guy she knew in high school. In addition, he had not wanted her to succeed at work and start making more money than he did. He discouraged her from trying too hard at work, telling her that she should focus her efforts on being his wife. Her husband had also been her only sex partner in her whole life. To make it worse, her sex life was limited to a once a week fuck. Basically he would flip her on her back and mount her. Once he came, he would just roll over and go to sleep. He had no consideration for her needs. Frankly, she didn’t think he really understood lovemaking, part of his general immaturity. To top it off, there had been no children from the marriage, so she had nothing to tie her to this life. So here she was, 38 years old in a dead end job with minimal sexual experience and no children to warm her heart. (more…)

It was a clear, cold, quiet night just after Christmas. I was waiting impatiently for Stephen, a fellow teacher, to stop by my house to finish a report we had to do for the school budget. Normally I would have been nervous with anticipation- it had been a long time since I had been with a man and Stephen was just what I needed. Not a stud, but definitely my type- tall, broadshouldered, not skinny but not fat, always in need of a haircut and with a lopsided grin that reminded me of a little boy. Although in his thirties, he still dressed in a college boy’s button-downs and khakis and always looked a little rumpled. (more…)

She had dressed to impress - he was a man she barely knew - but she still wanted to give it her all. She had spent nearly 2 hours preparing for tonight, first taking a long hot deep bath, soaping herself all over and removing all unwanted body hair, before taking a shower to wash and condition her long black silky hair. She loved being alone, taking the time to pamper herself. She opened a drawer to retrieve her black hold up stockings, then sat on the bed to put them on, pulling each one in turn over her foot and sliding it her leg, allowing it to gently snap around the top of her thigh - just the feeling of the nylon gripping firmly against her skin sent waves of excitement through her groin. She idly scanning the selection of underwear she had brought, but decided against wearing any, opting instead to have the feel of the warm evening breeze sliding up between her legs and kissing her freshly shaved pussy. Her outfit choice after that would pick itself, it was after all the only one she’d packed - it was the fail safe little black dress and if felt amazingly good as she pulled it over her head and allowed it to fall down to its resting place, the hem barely covering her stocking tops. She checked herself in the full length mirror, briefly having second thoughts, but the prospect of what would happen that evening was too good to even consider turning down, so without further hesitation, she slipped her heels on, dropped the room key into her clutch purse and headed down to the hotel bar. (more…)

*AUTHOR’S NOTE:*

This is the third chapter of a story which broke nicely into four chapters. Two of the chapters could possibly stand alone, but the four fit together better as a single tale. I’ve changed the characters’ names and deliberately left out certain specific details in order to conceal the participants’ identities. The reason will certainly become obvious.

*SUMMARY OF CHAPTERS 1 AND 2. *

Bill, Kim, and I had been sent by our college to an academic conference. Although each of us had been a faithful spouse (Bill to Sue, Kim to Rick, and me to Terri), the three of us had playfully ended up in bed together. Kim had surprised all three of us when her continuous orgasms only ended when Bill and I collapsed into exhaustion. (more…)

Jenny climbed behind the wheel of her car and closed the the door behind her. She sat for moment, keys in her hand, staring at the dashboard. Did she really want to do this? She had always told herself that she would, if she could. The thought of being with more then one man at once had always fascinated her, and she knew that if it was ever going to happen, tonight would be the night.

She was supposed to meet him at a bar outside of the neighboring city, far away from her life here. He didn’t know her name, and she didn’t know his. That’s how it was supposed to be. Safe, anonymous, and one time only. (more…)