I pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener. There was Jay, my daughter’s boyfriend working out with his weights. I waved to him, closed the garage and started gathering my things off the passenger side seat, but couldn’t reach my fallen book on the floor. I was glad I that I had worn my comfortable blue jean romper today so getting out of the car would be easy. I rarely wear panties. I was so close to Jay when I got to the other side of the car I could feel his body heat. Sweat covered his face and chest. His masculinity caused a slight tingle in…

Emily and Chris sat in the movie theater making small talk and eating popcorn through the considerable list of coming attractions when she received the text message from her older brother, Greg. She’d been expecting it, hoping for it even. And as she read it felt her pulse spike. Stuffing the phone back into her hoodie pocket, she turned to Chris. “I’m sorry, but my mom needs me, I going to have to go. I should’ve given you a heads up but I really didn’t think it would be a problem. My aunt and her are going shopping, and her two girls were supposed to go with them, but they’re…

This story is about one my earliest and most unusual sexual encounters. I’ve changed the names, and some of the details—but hey, this is a story. It may not be exactly how it happened, but it’s how it should have happened, and it probably conveys the feeling of the experience better than a more literal rendition. My name is Steve. I was a young graduate student in a northern university town, living in a housing co-op with about 30 other people not far from campus. Many of the other residents were undergraduate students, though there were a fair number of working class people as well. It was a pretty liberal…

A couple weeks went by. Sarah seemed to have lost interest in him, and in me. She was dating a guy from our school now, a senior, and he seemed to take up all her time. I felt bad about how we had used the guy across the complex. I had never even found out his name. One afternoon, I knocked on his door. “Can I come in?” “Of course.” He offered me some coffee, and I accepted. “I don’t think Sarah will be coming by here anymore.” “Why not?” “She got what she wanted. Anyway she has a boyfriend now. I’m sorry about what we did. It wasn’t right.”…

Everyone had gathered at Cory’s house for beer and pizza after a long weekend of helping Cory rebuild his rotten old deck. Everyone was pretty well stuffed and the first cases of beer were long gone. Like usual, Cory was the centre of attention, and most of group had already commented on how surprised they were that Cory was still fully dressed and hadn’t flashed his cock at anyone yet that evening. Cory smiled mischievously thinking to himself that this was the perfect time to get everyone involved in a game he had been longing to play. Cory told everyone that he wasn’t ashamed of his body or his cock,…

My name is Keith and I am nearly fifty year of age, I have been married to Debi for just a little over twenty years, Debi is ten years younger then me. Over the years we have enjoyed a happy sex life, not particularly adventurous but satisfying for us both, or at least I thought so…. Until one special night. For the last couple of years ‘it’ has become a chore, an enjoyable one but a chore nonetheless. When we first married we would indulge our urges at any time and place, if we felt horny we had sex, whether full penetrative or oral. I have always enjoyed cunnilingus so…

I am shagging a jerk, I know I am. But I am not just shagging a jerk, I am in love with a jerk. I am that cliché, girls love a bad boy. Every fibre of my being screams at me to walk, no run. All he can ever cause you is pain but I can’t, I can’t give up on him, on us. It’s not all bad. It’s not like he’s violent far from it, he can be sweet to the point of cuteness and then catch himself, scratch his balls and go back to being a bastard. He is not abusive mentally, on purpose anyway because he fucks…

I was sitting in traffic on my way home from work when my phone rang. The caller ID said that it was my friend Kim. She told me that she had a rough day, was feeling down and needed to talk to someone. I explained to her that I was stuck in traffic, and I invited her to meet me at my apartment in about an hour. She said that she would rather go out, and she asked when I might be able to pick her up. I agreed to pick her up in about an hour and a half, giving myself some time to get home, freshen up and…

I know I’m in trouble the minute I look at your face. Your eyes hold the gleam of challenge and your smile is of one who knows he’s already won the war. Bending down, you pick up the wine glass and then take my hand leading me out of the living room towards the back of the house. Opening the door to our bedroom, candlelight still flickers on the walls and the scent of sandalwood lingers in the air. There’s enough light to see but not enough to feel self-conscious. Our bed is in the middle of the room, covered with a fluffy down comforter and lots of puffy pillows.…

Hannah Rae. She was going to turn 22 years old next month, and with her college days not too far behind her, she felt quite accomplished. With a stable job in the Admissions office of a well-known college in the Philippines, she felt she could finally put some of her burdens to rest. She was now independent, spending most of her time after work by herself — either browsing through grocery shelves or winding down in her small condominium unit with a hot cup of green tea. “Hannah, you have a new lead.” She blinked, snapping out of her mid-day loss of concentration. Lunch was always a welcome part of…