I think that in everyone’s life, no matter how much or little sexual experience one may have, there is always going to be that girl that you wanted so bad and never got. That girl that haunts you the rest of your life, the one that you fantasize about more than any other. You may have been good friends, or may have never even said as much as ‘hello’ to her – no matter the effect is the same. That fire that ignites in you that just can’t ever be quenched. That girl for me was LeAnne. We were casual friends in high school; me a bit on the dorky…

I’ve had a tough week, impatient people and more than normal stress, I’m really glad it’s already 3PM on a Friday. Yesterday the bed and breakfast confirmed my room for the weekend. I’m packed, out the door and on my way, glad to get away from the city. Its 8:00pm when I arrive, the lady at the B I notice that the moon is really shining thru the blinds. The bed has a black iron headboard and great sheets, kind of unusual but I’m glad that they are so soft. It’s a warm night. Opening the windows for a breeze, the gentle sounds of the country creep in. I run…

Rosie checked her hair and lip gloss one last time in the mirrored walls of the empty elevator as she made her way down to the building’s lobby. Straightened her dress; she stepped out of the elevator and walked out of the lobby. The clingy black wool dress looked great against her pale skin and her black Mary Jane wedges made her legs look extra long and smooth incased in transparent lace top, stay up stockings. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves down her shoulders and back, past her breast, stopping just short of her slender waist. Making her way down the laneway that housed the great coffee shops…

I stood at the register in Wal-Mart. The cashier handed me ‘the register closed sign’ to put on the end of the belt. She was an older woman, probably about fifty. That was fine since I was fifty-four. Her hair was full and red, that I liked. “Done for the day.” I said. “I get off in fifteen minutes. I really need to find someone to get in trouble with.” She said smiling at me. I had heard that line before. I pulled out a pen and paper and wrote my address down. I handed it to her. “What’s this?” She asks looking at it. “My address, I could use…

After I had dropped her off last weekend I could not stop thinking about how sweet her pussy tasted. I could hardly stand being at our dinner date with friends tonight. The whole time we were out, I was thinking about the drive to take her home. My wife had to get my attention a few times by saying my name. She wanted to know why I was so distant, I said I just had a project at work that was giving me troubles and couldn’t get it out of my mind. She bought it and moved on with the conversation with our friends. I was lost in thought about…

Teri awoke with a start. She had been sleeping so peacefully. It was such a beautiful dream. Then she realized that it wasn’t a dream. She felt a twinge from her irritated mound and smiled to herself as she remembered being loved by her husband like she hadn’t been loved in a long time. Bill had been so passionate, so driven. He was almost like a sex-crazed teenager tonight and Teri had wanted it all. She needed it. She had craved his touch for so long. Hungered for his love and affection. Tonight it had been as though he had been making up for lost time. Her thoughts were interrupted…

We’re both feeling a bit of nerves and anticipation as we meet for coffee and a bite to eat at that café by the water. You know the one. The breeze off the water is cool, but the sun feels warm. I try to stay calm as I see you in person for the first time. I notice that you’ve left an extra button undone on your crisp white blouse and smile to myself. We sit at our table and chat over the meal to get to know one another a little bit better and you relax a bit as you realize there’s a real, warm, person across the table…

It all started when she wore that shirt. I had been spending almost 10 hours a week with Emily for over 2 months and never felt any attraction until she wore that shirt. Anyone would call her pretty: straight light brown hair a few inches past her shoulders, eyes that were some combination of blue and green, an average body with a slight hourglass figure. Because I knew her from her volunteering at the animal shelter where I work, I had only seen her in jeans and t-shirts, usually from the men’s department because they were more comfortable and geeky. I stared right at her chest several times commenting on…

It was a few months after my wife left that I started dating again. I was in my late 30’s and had married at 19 so I was not in the habit of dating and had little sexual experience outside of that wife my wife. It was therefore with some trepidation that I began dating. The first woman I met was an accountant. She was 35, a little over-weight but dressed well and took immaculate care of her pale white skin and dark, shoulder-length hair which was cut one a month at a very expensive salon. Her name was Donna and she was of Welsh background, though she had lost…

Author’s note I’ve struggled with this story’s genre. The first five chapters have been in Mind Control even though the main character is driven to help the women in his life, rather than get more sex from them. This chapter seems like a better fit here Writing this story has been such a strange experience! It’s felt like Felix has been telling me his story at the same pace that I’ve been passing it along to all to all of you. Is that why I’ve valued your comments? Both praising and scathing? Whatever the reason, I really do. I won’t delete any of them, even the harsh ones. At minimum,…