Marty Carlson couldn’t believe his eyes. He had only been
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed
him to work of his required physical education credit by
working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they
snapped wet towels at each other’s asses, asses hairy and
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain
himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player’s
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead
mirror that ran the length of the locker room). Continue reading Gays in the lockerroom
Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.
Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. Continue reading Mike the shy guy
I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion. I
don’t know if I’ll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible
changes in my life between then and now.
Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a
medium-size plastics company. I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great
complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin — the perfect
product of 12 years in Catholic schools!
Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted with me,
and a few asked me out. I went, but I guess the fact that I didn’t put-out
got around and the dates became fewer and fewer. Continue reading HotWife Adventures
The sun was just starting to set as the cab dropped me off
on the corner of my apartment complex. I’d been flying all day
and was dead tired, all I was looking forward to a hot shower and
a warm bed.
I closed my front door and collapsed into my easy chair for
a few minutes to rest my feet. I disposed of my high heels,
dimmed the light next to the chair and fell back with my eyes
closed to let the hectic day I’d had disappear along with the sun
that slowly drifting below the horizon. I could still see rays
of sunlight peeking across the roof of the house next door.
I must have fallen asleep there in the chair, because when my
eyes opened again, it was dark outside. My own living room was
dark as well, the only illumination coming from a window in the
house next door.. Continue reading Watching Thru Window
Jenny was hot.
It was 90 degrees outside, the air conditioner had broken down,
and what’s more, she hadn’t had any sex for more than two weeks,
her boyfriend having gone away on a business trip. It was the
middle of a sweltering Saturday afternoon, and she sat alone and naked in
her apartment, the heat making her body shine with sweat.
She thought about her boyfriend, and the night before he left.
Her mouth filled with saliva as she remembered the taste of his
cock on her lips. She moaned and slid one hand down to her cunt,
tenderly stroking her clit. Her other hand cupped her full breasts,
pinching the nipples erect. Her cunt filled the air with the sweet
smell of sex as she got excited. Continue reading Hot July
I don’t remember exactly how you first approached me. I do remember the
business meeting when you first came in and I noticed how tall and interesting
you were. Not classically handsome, but striking. Such a welcome relief from
all the others. Your sense of humor and your incredible Dutch accent were all
so very intriguing. We were gathered in a small resort on Long Island, in the
dead of winter.
After the mandatory cocktail hour and the never-ending dinner we assembled as
if on command in the bar and that was the first time we had a chance to really
talk. It seemed no time before we were dancing, and you were asking probing
questions. I also remember you stroking my thigh under the tablecloth as the
V.P. was grilling me for specific information about my area of the country.
No fair, no fair, at all!! Continue reading Long Island Couple
As my friend D’Glenn likes to say….No shit, there I was. Sitting
in, of all things, con registration. It was the holiday season.
Funny, isn’t it, how people go “the holiday season”, and you know
which holidays they’re speaking of? It’s not Beltane, it’s not
Lammas…it’s “the holiday season”. And everybody knows it’s
Okay, so it was the holiday season, and there I sat in
registration. I didn’t have to do this. I was a guest at this
con. I was providing these people with entertainment, free of
charge, except of course for a membership and room. Yeah, well,
that’s not the way we folk look at it. I wanted to give something
back, since I always got so much out of cons. Besides, working
registration is FUN. I was kind of tired at this point though, and
I was sort of wishing everyone would go away and register tomorrow.
I just sort of sat there, staring straight ahead. Continue reading Hoe Lustful Gal
I have often wondered whether I am more or less unique in the ability to
suck my own cock, and would be interested in hearing from others with this
ability. The following post is intended both as a description of my own
method and as a primer for those who would like to try.
Here is my method: First, I lie on my back on the bed,
usually with my ass at the bottom edge of the bed so that my
head is just about in the center of the bed. Next, I lift my
legs up and above my head so that my feet are resting fairly
high on the wall behind me and my cock is positioned above my
head several inches away. This much is easy, and any
reasonably flexible person should be able to replicate it. Continue reading I Fuck My Own Mouth