I stood underneath the sky as I shielded my eyes. Sunlight reflected off my face. Uncertainty became a part of my life, making me gaze through the mist. A gentle breeze blew, brushing against my chestnut skin. I realized it was still early in the morning. My eyes fell upon a bench, and I settled down. A Train of thoughts running through my mind, everything seemed still. As time passed by, you could see pedestrians walking...

Your fingertips glide across my skin Your erotic whispers resonate through my soul Your eyes penetrate my most intimate thoughts Your lips brush against mine, sultry and sweet My spine shivers at your delicious touch My stomach flutters as you tease my bare mound My soft wet folds offer a sweet invitation Your thickness opens me slowly Your hardness fills me completely Your thrusting brings pleasures abound Making love wi...

He's close to orgasm, and I'm happy to help him along the way. He's given me one, a great one that made my whole body convulse. He's on his back, excited but vulnerable. I stoop and plant a few kisses on his glans. Then, I bend and wrap his penis with my mouth. He purrs appreciatively. I employ my lips, my tongue, and the back of my throat. After five minutes, he moans, and then...fluid fills my mouth as if a dentist has...

I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my last. To my eyes, he is not the stiff, balding old man who climbs into bed with me. He's still the young charmer with the brilliantined hair. I hope I am still eighteen...

All bundled up against the snow, Matt, Martha, and Timara arrive at Tim and Abbie’s house around four in the afternoon. The snow isn’t coming down that hard, and there is only about two inches on the ground. What is falling leaves cute tiny droplets on Timera's nose when she is brought in. Luke and Mary arrive right behind them and help mom, dad, and baby with all the gear. Mary smiles at Martha, saying she remembers well...

Lincoln leaned forward, gently kissing my inner thighs as he worked his way up my legs. The scruff of his beard tickled my sensitive skin, causing me to squirm in pleasure. His strong, slightly rough hands gripped the back of my thighs as he ventured further up. I gasped as I felt his tongue run along the length of my pussy, ending with a light flick against my clit. He did this once more before teasing the inner folds of...

I honestly don’t know who was more shocked; me or Lincoln. The instructor’s lecture faded out of earshot for me as we locked eyes. He looked me with what appeared to be a mix of surprise and curiosity. I searched for any indication of anger or disgust, but I couldn’t find any sign as I studied him. Suddenly I heard my cue; my breathing quickening as I came to terms with what I was about to do. Stepping forward, I tugged t...

There's something so intimate about taking a shower with someone. You're only physically naked, but it feels like you're naked on another level, too. It's vulnerable. Having someone see your body so closely.  Corinne leads me to the shower, shirt still unbuttoned and in my soaked panties. All I can think of is how quickly I became vulnerable with her without even realizing it. It felt hot and sexy and taboo, so I know my...

I'm feeling sea-sick in my own bed. My husband hasn’t been sleeping, which means I haven’t been sleeping. Let me tell you, when his six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-thirty-pound body tosses and turns, it feels like a tidal wave rocking the mattress beneath me. We fucked before bedtime; both of us came so hard we immediately collapsed into sleep. But he didn't stay asleep. Work is troubling him lately, stirring his mind. Othe...

An “Old Soul” – that’s what my English teacher called me. My peers spelled it “S T R A N G E.” Whatever anyone wanted to call my inability to fit in, I called it “painful.” I didn’t enjoy the parties and sleepovers, playing spin the bottle or truth or dare, but longed for meaningful conversations and opportunities to learn. Always the intellectual, I was labeled “geeky bookworm” at an early age. Wearing glasses by the fou...