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I told you I was done with the Candy on Candy series, but I got to thinking readers might be interested in a conversation I had with Sean on our third or fourth rendezvous at the no-tell motel. I'd gone to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to wipe myself off after our romps that night. We were lying naked next to each other on the bed chatting. Sean asked me, "How old were you the first time you had sex?" I told him I was...

Emily opens the app and orders a delicious-looking pizza. After watching a few videos, she has finally decided to do a naked pizza dare. As the doorbell rings, she looks through the peephole. Seeing a delivery boy standing outside the door made butterflies flutter in her stomach. She gingerly opens the door, leaving the towel on the floor. “Surrrprriiissseee!” In a flash, her face turns pale as her gaze shifts from the de...

After several years of feeling sorry for myself, I decided to make many changes in my life. I was married to a man that would rather take a dick in the ass than enjoy the love of a passionate woman. As difficult as it was, I stayed faithful. To this day, I don’t know why. I can’t change the past, but I can certainly change my future. The first adjustment, get rid of my gay husband. That was easy. No kids, no love, I earne...

Susan was an attractive woman in her early forties. They lived in a large house in the suburbs of San Francisco. They had a swimming pool, a hot tub, and a beautiful ocean view. After the death of her husband, she kept pretty much to herself. Her daughter, Emily (eighteen), and son, Justin (twenty), tried to get her to date and go out but were unsuccessful all the time. No matter how hard they tried, Susan never wanted to...

Somewhere downtown, in a tall building decorated with floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a woman sitting at a desk. She waits for him. Her foot taps under the desk, matching the ticking of the clock as her impatience grows. She gave him specific instructions to be here by 5:30 PM. It’s now 5:45 PM. As her impatience grows, so does the wetness between her thighs. She’s excited to hear what kind of excuses he’s going to thr...

Sandy sat morosely at the small table in the corner of the bar. Occasionally, her eyes lingered on any attractive man who walked by.  Her thoughts drifted to Bart, the muscular, big cocked American footballer, who, in that wild few hours in his hotel room, had fucked her three times into sensations that she had only dreamed of.  Five years of marriage with gentle, sexually cautious Alan, had frustrated her. Often, after h...