that week i was going around to all the company’s PCs, updating
the network software; at one point i found myself alone in the
manager’s office with his secretary, Marseya. She has a lovely
precise, British accent, which contrasts in an interesting way with
her exotic asian looks; dark brown shoulder-length hair, her lips
ever pursed on the edge of a smile. Her dress-sense… neat?
neatness isn’t quite the word (although it would have been impossible
to describe her as untidy)… fashionable? i can’t see her as a
slave to the dictates of others when it comes to clothes; all i can
say is that what she wore accentuated her slight figure in a very
attractive way. (more…)

It all happened on a unusually warm night for December, in
1988. I work for a law office in the Capitola area, as I work on a computer
much of the time I often come in to work in the middle of the night. This
particular night was just one of the many that I spend sitting in my private
office tapping away at the keyboard. I was working on a secret project of
mine when I heard a noise, and it didn’t sound like any I had ever heard
before. I left my office. The atmosphere was quite sinister, I used all my
years of Chuck Norris films to make my way to the source.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge. (more…)

I married Jane when we were both still in college, a little
over ten years ago. They have been a great ten years. I just
had my 32nd birthday, and Jane’s is in a couple of months.
Jane still looks fantastic. We walk or cycle almost
everyday, and she teaches an aerobic class at the community
center. He body is firmer and tighter, now, than it was when I
met her. She is 5′6″, weighs about 110-115, and measures in at
an eye-catching 36-24-35. She has deep green eyes, a great
complexion, and bright blonde hair cut in a short, stylish bob.
So, when I tell you that just looking at her still makes my heart
go pitter-patter, you know why. (more…)

It is one of fall’s indian summer days and we decide to indulge in
one of the last warm sunny days by taking a ride. Today I insist that
you wear a dress which is made of a light cotton, ties up the bodice,
and has a short flirty skirt. You try to protest claiming that while
the day is warm there is still a cool breeze. We settle that you
should wear your leather jacket and press close to me while riding.

The ride is primarily uneventful as road winds sharply and any
distractions could be deadly. The speed is high and I can feel you
pressed to me. I start to slow down, you attempt to scream above the
wind and the engine but your words fly away. I turn down a small road
curving into a small clearing by a lake. You gently dismount so I can
put the bike on the center stand. A smile crosses your face as you
comprehend the action. You mount the bike, only this time placing your
arse on the gas tank, facing me. I can smell your excitement and push
your skirt up to reveal a pair of frilly bikini underwear. (more…)

The mild winter began to recline into the arms of an anxious
spring. Jim opened the door to approach his car for the trip to
his office, as his nostrils were welcomed by the fragrance of the
changing season. His heart was light, and he had a bounce in his
step. The conversation that occupied the previous evening was
music to his ears.

Marilyn, a computer bulletin board friend had agreed to meet
him for the first time. She wanted to know more about the use of
hypnosis in sex. They had shared many thoughts on previous evenings. Some were simply warm and friendly, and others were
downright steaming. They had discussed everything from children
and pets to jumping one another’s bones. (more…)

You walk into the house and it is dark. This is not
unusual, as you live alone. However, tonight you worked
especially late for a Friday night and it was now nearly ten
thirty when you unlocked your front door.
You walked into the foyer and as you reached for the
light a hand grabs your and pulls you away from the light
switch. Suddenly another hand grabs for your free hand and
pulls it back behind you and both hands are quickly secured
behind you with the click of a pair of handcuffs. (more…)

One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my
girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into
two of our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to
invite me to join them for a drink and some gossip.
I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and
checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I
asked Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic
teller.
Tim smiled and brought out his wallet.
“Wait a minute,” he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away
from my open hand, “How badly do you need this cash?”
“Come on, Tim, I’m in a hurry.” (more…)

Jim wondered whether he was unusual in terms of his sexual
fantasies. He had married his childhood sweetheart when they were
both relatively young. He and Peggy had started going together
when he was seventeen and she fifteen. They were married at
twenty-one and nineteen respectively. After about a year’s marriage, Jim began his fantasies about Peggy making love to another
man. He never really analyzed why this idea excited him. All he
knew was that his cock became eight inches of rock hard sex when-
ever he thought of it.

He wondered how he might be able to broach the topic with
Peggy without offending her. Their regular sex life was rather
exciting. They fucked often and with a fervor. She was a fox. Her
height was about 5′3″ and she weighed about 120 pounds. She had
great tits that filled a 34 C bra without trouble. With a rather
small waste, she sported the lovely undulating pair of buttocks
that rippled so nicely when she walked. Needless to say, Jim’s
mind worked overtime when it came to his libido.

Jim tried some of the traditional approaches like attending
X-Rated movies and playing touch and go with some of their
friends. She never found any of his friends exciting enough to
respond or say anything that would suggest she wanted to fuck any
of them. Then one day she returned home after working the after-
noon shift at a local assembly plant. She indicated that Ray, a
guy that worked on her line, was teasing her about her jeans
being too tight. She asked Jim if he thought that Ray was right. (more…)

There he was again. Every day for two weeks he had been in her
car on the subway. She had felt him staring at first and had smiled to
him politely. He did not approach her during the train ride or after,
but for the 35 minutes it took to get her to her home station, he
watched her.
To start, Janet was rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy,
but as the days passed and she admired his muscular frame and soft blue
eyes she felt he was waiting for something.
This morning she had decided to do something about it. She had
woken up early to prepare. Her outfit for the day included medium
heels, garter belt and stockings, blouse, short-cut skirt, bra, and
jacket. (more…)

It was a hot June afternoon. The humidity was low however
so it didn’t feel exhaustingly boiling outside. School had let
out not a month before and I couldn’t get over the feeling of
freedom. I was doing some things around the house feeling com-
fortable from the central air conditioning. Then, the doorbell
rang. I went to the door and there was Tiffany. I hadn’t seen
her since that BUS TRIP I took a few months back. She looked
spectacular! She was even more tan now then she was then. She
had on these bright pink shorts and a safire blue blouse which
was tied at the bottom. She had her hair partially pulled back,
but it looked real good. I smiled approvingly at her and said
“Hi, you’re right on time. C’mon in.” (more…)

We were in Jane’s room. She had a single room right next to Sam’s
(that’s Samantha, not Samuel) and it became a hang out for the four of
us. Brain was pretending to be asleep on the floor, and Sam was trying
to find a ticklish spot with little success. I was sitting behind Jane
on her bed, massaging her shoulders and neck. A nice neck, Burried
under her long brown hair was a firm little body that delightedly held
some curves. She was enjoying the backrub and said as much.
Just then, Sam found a ticklish spot, and Brain sat up, saying Hey
now, hey, now… He was from texas. It showed. He patted Sam on her
blonde head. She had long silky blonde hair that would put a fur seal
to shame. She also posessed a the narrowest waist I’ve ever seen on a
grown woman, all the more amazing set amid her more than generous
curves. (more…)

This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I’d
“done” a married man (though god knows I’ve looked at ‘em in the
past!). When it was all through, though, he could say he’d still
been (mostly) faithful.

I threw this small party for a dozen or so friends Friday
night, sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up
from The City, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend’s
backpacking, something his wife never really liked. I think she
went home to mother, or somesuch. Anyhow, the party went late,
and when it was breaking up, John asked if he could stay on the
sleeper in the living room, rather than try to drive on at night
to a dark campground. I said sure.
(more…)

For as long as I remember, the thought of being the “victim” was
always exciting. And during my childhood, there were people around me that
made this desire even more real. I was eleven when the first real thoughts
came to my mind.
You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls were
really interested in being my friend. It didn’t help that both my mother and
father were alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So, I spent alot of time
alone. My parents were brutal to me at times, locking me in my room, going
without dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But, there was one person who
would come over and play. His name was Mark. And, at this time, he was just
turning fourteen. (more…)

It’s been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting
was rather bizarre (ain’t it amazing what Greyhound can do for
your sex life?) and we’d done some rather strange things with
each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we
decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a
somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each
other more than other people.

She called me one afternoon. It was the day after my birth-
day and she wanted to do something. I suggested a trip to Niaga-
ra Falls. It is one of my favorite places to go. She agreed and
said she’d be over in about 10 minutes. (more…)

A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the
car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner
lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for?
“To fuck like crazed weasels!”, I muttered as I watched Jennifer
slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the
light from the street light. “What’s that, dear?” she said,
pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim
yellow light where the stump I’d been thinking about through
dinner was. “Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They
tell me the insanity isn’t anything to worry about unless I
start st-st-stu-stuttering.” (more…)