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It appeared to be the beginning of one of those rather disheartening days. Ilsa awoke leisurely, knowing she didn’t have to work later in the day, but felt rather empty when she reached to touch the bed where Richard’s warm body usually lay. Richard, as was his habit lately, had risen with the sun and headed for the office. Ilsa ran her fingers over his pillow and the wrinkles in the sheets, pondering. For some time now, Richard the Lover had disappeared, to be replaced by Richard the Corporate Man. His work had become nearly all-consuming, resulting in many disappointingly lonely nights for Ilsa. She lay back, naked between white…

They are old friends, but they haven’t met up for a couple of years. She is petite and lithe, her taught little body belying her love of dance. Her auburn hair is just short of her shoulders and she has brown eyes. Her nose is a little too sharp and when she speaks, her voice is slightly shrill. It registers with him and he remembers without guilt how annoying he used to find it. Her body is perfect though – her olive green silk bra cupping her pert, proud breasts. Beneath the scooped neckline, her soft cotton top laces up, and her underwear is visible between the laces. The low…

Much of the following week was fairly low key, getting to the beach each day at lunch for an hour or so, but it was otherwise rather uneventful. On Friday You gave me a sheer white g-string to wear. The butterflies appeared again as I slipped off my blouse and skirt at the lakeshore, exposing first my bare tits and then my barely clad crotch. Up close it was clear that I sported a bald beaver, my slit fairly evident through the sheer fabric drawn taut over it. My naked breasts were adorned with one inch silver rings through my nipple piercings, drawing even more attention to them than did…

You drive to my home after a long week. You are both physically and mentally exhausted, yet you hope that your energy level picks up, since you have been really horny and look forward to a long night of lovemaking. Just as you stop your car, you notice that I am already there. I greet you as you open the door of your car, and I hug you warmly as I kiss you passionately. I carry your briefcase and your purse as we walk inside, then take your coat from you. You begin to speak, but I silence you with my mouth over yours, whispering to you first… “Don’t say…

Jason and Kayla became lovers the first day they met in college. She’s a competitive swimmer; he’s captain of the school lacrosse team. Their bodies are toned, hot, and full of energy – which they need for their incessant lust-a-thons. As both of them are the “let’s go for it!” types, their sex life immediately took on an air of adventure. In how many different places could they get it on – especially outdoors? On campus the baseball outfield, football end zone, and soccer midfield became conquests in quick order. But they were too easy. It’s the off-campus conquests that became interesting. Semester breaks and summer vacations rapidly became quests…

Last Saturday, it was made clear to me once again, that stalking has its benefits. I’m not some wacko who stalks a person relentlessly. I wouldn’t even call it stalking, really. I travel a lot with my job, and I have this simple hobby, which helps pass time, when I am in other cities. If I see a good-looking woman, in a car, I’ll follow her for a while. Usually until she gets to her next stop, or until she turns a direction that I am not interested in going. It’s just a game, really. That is, until one particular Saturday. I was waiting for the light to turn green…

Football season is my season. My daughters don’t understand why but they know. No one is allowed to visit me on the day my team is playing. They think it very funny but remind each other it’s good that I have an interest. I do have the football on, the television to see the match and the radio to listen- if there are no delays with either. An old girl like me needs all the help she can get. Narelle, my oldest daughter, thinks it’s very funny. She wasn’t laughing so much a fortnight ago when she turned seventy. I accused her of catching up with me. Soon we’ll be…

They stood in a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around her waist and her fingers pressing into the small of his back. They slowly broke away from their passionate kiss, opening their eyes and gazing at each other. They whispered their goodbyes and stared to move apart. He hailed the approaching bus, turned back for one last stolen kiss as it pulled up. He climbed onto the bus, waving his pass at the driver for that briefest of seconds it took for him to turn his head, flick his eyes towards the date printed on it, then turn back to look forwards out of the bus windscreen, nodding silently. She…

I finally caught my husband cheating on me. No, I didn’t find him in bed with another woman. Jim had been going out nights lately. It was always some lame excuse. One evening I followed him. He said he was going to shop for some pants. He drove instead to a townhouse development. A woman greeted him at the door with a kiss. It was almost a relief. I was getting tired of my husband anyway. I had my eye on someone else. He was the neighbor across the street, Matt. I knew Matt had graduated high school but he didn’t seem to work or go out much. One day…

I had downloaded the video from the camera while we were dressing, so it was ready for viewing as soon as we returned. We both were eager to see the recording, but Diane, as might be expected, had mixed feelings – aroused, but fearful at the same time. She accepted my statement that I had no qualms about her activities, but she was afraid that when I actually saw her being screwed, that I might regret what had happened. I suspect that her worries were logical, given the circumstances, but those concerns were quickly eliminated when she saw my reaction to her performance. For me, it was the most unbelievably…