Attractive collegue

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. Continue reading Attractive collegue

Captured

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. Continue reading Captured

Innocent And Lustful Eyes

I met her on a warm summer evening, her eyes were the first thing that
intrigued me about her. She looked like a picture that was a
combination of lust and innocence.

I asked her how she was this fine evening, she looked at me like I just
ruined a perfect thought. I thought to myself “What a stupid thing to
say”. She replied “I don’t know, you tell me”. I was not sure but I
thought I caught a glimmer of a smile.

Being a very cautious, I told her she looked wonderful to me. This
seemed to please her.

In the few minutes we had been talking she seemed to relax. I finally
looked at her whole form. Continue reading Innocent And Lustful Eyes

Gay Desert Love Story

The depression years were tough on many. I felt myself lucky that I
had received a “fair” inheritance and was not suffering financially as was
much of the population. While I had money, I was suffering in another way. I’m
gay. I had to leave New York because of so much taunting, teasing and
persecution. My dad hated my guts and I had a younger brother that scorned me.
I had few friends. I felt guilty and unwanted. I just had to get away from the
ignorance of others who were making my life miserable. Continue reading Gay Desert Love Story

Sister of my Mom

Sister of my Mom

A Story By

Ravi

My Name is Ravi. I am 23 years old now. This happened to me when I was 18. That
time I was looking for a job after my college. I was staying in my Mom’s sister’s
(Aunt) house in the city attending interviews. My Uncle is a Sales Representative.
He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunt was 28 years old that
time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are
really huge and those two can not be kept with in her Bra and Blouse. Most of the
time when she is doing household work her saree can not cover her big boobs and
her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs. Her
tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy. All the males seeing her will definitely dreams
about meeting her nude in a bed and fucking her real hard. No exceptions.

Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But
couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the
truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the
relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that
time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and
opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she
is so sexy and her body is well shaped.

One Friday morning I was sitting in my Bedroom and reading a Sex magazine I got
it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour. (as usual). Aunt yelled "Ravi , can you
help me?I have to go to the Groceries." I went down the hall to her room. She was
standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on
was her black skirt and white bra. Aunt ‘s got a pretty good figure. It’s
complimented by her beautiful hair. She’s average height (I’m a little taller now),
with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She
is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had
both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed
straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door.

"Come here and hook this will you? I’m late." She turned her back to me, still
holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering.
I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed
the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see
the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a
fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a
blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on
and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the
bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The
bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see
skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries.

That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that. That too my fantasy lady.
That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did.
She asked, "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back
to me." Aunt said "Come and tell me all about It." as she walked to her room. She
sat down on the bed and pulled her saree off. I was standing near the door. She
stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as
she took it off and hung it up. She said, " Well, what did they say? What type of job
is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in
the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching
her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt
and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she
really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back
still to me.

"Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always
ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did
you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off
her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under
her arm as she reached up for a nightie. What a sight it was. Her breasts hung
down some and swayed as she moved. "They look… Ah they’ll call me next week." I
stammered. Aunt pulled the nightie over her, covering up."That’s wonderful.
Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That’s one of my
favorites. Can you fix it?" I looked at it for a second and said " OK" smiling at her.
she laughed, undid the nightie, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the nightie
wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were
tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the
fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the
breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and
were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my
crotch.

The next day, Saturday, Aunt was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to
jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her
bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I
usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them. While I
was fixing the hook, I felt and touched the entire bra, concentrating on the inside of
the cups. Aunt had an early dinner ready for me. She was in her nightie, her hair in
a towel. Her eyes were her best features, next to her tits, at least to me. Today, she
had even put on lipstick. She didn’t put much makeup on when it was really hot but
it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so
I could jack off without interruption.

“Ravi, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No
problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back,
sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked
like she had on panties and inskirt over them. She was naked from the waist up,
facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room.
She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood,
her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking
down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said
"My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She
raised her hands.

It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the
while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my lungi. The bra finally fell
in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me.
"Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one
was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She
still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra
down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. I grabbed the straps
under her arms and pulled. It didn’t work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the
center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing
now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red.

She said "I’m sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I
had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it
quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. I put one hand under a
breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had
ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm,
maybe moist with sweat. My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. Continue reading Sister of my Mom

Learning to please

Learning to please
By: ISS
Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ‘s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. “Needing is receiving. Let need be the giver. Would you like me to guide you to the feeling?” Alexis’ paused. What did the question mean? Did Ilene intend to make love to her? “I don’t know,” she said flatly. Ilene smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you. This isn’t about my passion at all. But I can guide you to your passion. Beyond that: I can show you how to make your soul cum.” She looked directly into Alexis’ eyes. “You feel it in your thighs now don’t you?” “Yes, a little,” Alexis said uncomfortably. “Why so inhibited by the simple need of your body’s pleasure? In fact, why not dwell in it and feel it as a pleasure in itself? It is a nice feeling, isn’t it?” “Very nice. But with you watching me so closely… I don’t know. It all is very strange.” “I’m your guide. I must watch to take you where the feelings are centered. Let’s break the inhibitions. Free your mind of stupid shames. Tell me about the feelings as they come to you. Be open and honest. with me. If I know where you are, I can help you take the next step. Will you do this
Continue reading Learning to please

Song Of Lust

Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ‘s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. Continue reading Song Of Lust