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Briefly going over some things written in previous chapters, Sara looks like Laura Cover, if anybody wants to visualize what Sara looks like. This is a “take me” role playing scenario where her husband Sean is called Sir, Sara’s name is Toy, and Sir will be referring to Sean/Sara’s husband as LB (Lucky Bastard). Italics are Sean/Sir and normal type is Sara/Toy. I pull Sara/Toy up into a sitting position and hold her in my arms, and it feels incredible. This whole evening of stroking her with a feather, touching her, and kissing/licking her suddenly feels like it was lacking, and just feeling her body against mine and her head…

Chapter Seven: Retreat I left England with open-ended tickets on flights down to northern, Turkish, Cyprus. I hadn’t made any arrangements at all for once I got to Cyprus. I had no idea how long I’d linger there or where I would go from there. I had no idea when–or if, sexually–I’d go from there. All I had were images of Turkish men on top of me and inside me in my mind and the need to get away from my life in London and my unsatisfactory prospects with Nigel, trying to trade incomplete sexual satisfaction for a lasting relationship that Nigel didn’t seem to be seeking. I didn’t know…

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is your smiling face, framed by the sunlight shining through the open window. “What you grinning at?” I ask as I reach across the bed and give your ass a gentle squeeze. You scoot closer to me, still smiling, throwing a leg over mine, our noses are nearly touching. “I’m grinning at you.” I kiss your nose softly before I kiss your full lips, still wearing last night’s lipstick. “Don’t kiss me with your morning breath,” you say through a giggle. You erase the last remaining inches of space between us and press your body against mine. This time, you…

To the victor go the spoils. I’d heard the phrase before, but I didn’t understand what it meant. I was 19, young, lean, and restless. I was living on the family ranch, a few miles outside of a small Nebraska town of about three thousand souls. Now, many years later, I look back on that lifestyle, rural middle America, with some fondness. At the time, I was chaffing to get out, but had no idea where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I wasn’t looking for a purpose, hell, I didn’t even understand what that meant. Days were full of hard physical work and nights were…

This is the story of poor Carol Hendrick, a normal, healthy young woman with normal, healthy desires. Unfortunately, she followed the advice of her conservative parents and married Alan, who has a low sex drive and is unable to satisfy her. But Alan is aroused by the idea of his wife having sex with other men, so he suggested she become a Hotwife and start a relationship with a man who can serve as her Bull. In Chapter 6 we hear Carol suggest a new way to spice up their sex lives. ………………………………………. “We’d like for you to come over to our house.” That’s how Carol introduced me to the…

Chapter Six: Acceptance of Change Not many people liked the new me, which I knew would happen. The change was hard for people to process, especially for those who didn’t know me before I married Jacob. Those that did loved it. “Up here,” I smiled as I looked at the guy in front of me. “They won’t get your drinks, I will.” “Sorry, but they are just so big,” the man smiled. “I know. I carry them around all day,” I nodded. “What do you want?” The new me no longer wore clothes that tried to hide my large chest, or did I try to hide anything about my body,…

This introduction is my introduction into the joys and pleasures of sex, starting… BEFORE WOMEN My name is Joe Barker. I was born and grew up in a village in North West Lancashire, where everyone knew everyone else. And knew everyone else’s business! My dad, Harry, was an aerospace engineer and a very practical man, especially about the house. As I grew up he would always find something to explain, to tell me about something practical, like changing a fuse/light bulb or fixing a leaking tap. Something that I might need to know later in my life. My mum, Jean, did everything for us but like dad she insisted I…

The waiting room in the gynecologist’s office was crowded. Maggie scanned the throng of women impatiently. She had finished her book and there was only so long one could scroll through Twitter. “Maggie O’Doul?” called the receptionist. Maggie leapt to her feet nervously. She had just turned eighteen and it was her first appointment at the gynecologist. She was seeing Dr. Greg and she had been sweating about it for the last half hour. She was a virgin. The furthest she had ever gone was letting her prom date feel her up in the limo (she was a DD and on a thin frame they were very pronounced). She was…

“In here,” she said, “I’m going to take a nap,” “OK,” He said, ” I’m off to run some errands” He didn’t think much of it. She’d rest up and he’d finish up some of his last minute Christmas shopping. 
He was working with a sales associate, when felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, indicating a text had come through. He didn’t want to be rude so he just let it sit for a minute. When the salesperson helped someone else with a question, he looked at his message. “I couldn’t nap because I am so freaking turned ON. Maybe we could find a way for you to help…

Author’s Note: This poetic vignette is published as a Writer’s Challenge, 750 Word Project 2023. This difficult challenge is to write a meaningful story using exactly 750 words – no less, no more. May you find this story to be poetry in motion, as well as short and sweet as intended. Join Luna as she boldly rides in search of Eldorado. –Sandy +++++ I needed an A if I was going to have a shot at grad school. I’d thought, ‘How hard can a class in rhymes be?’ Especially since it was taught by a cute, young professor with the poetic name, Sonny Shade. But, I wasn’t doing well. “Luna?…