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She likes having him watch her.

He was standing against her bedroom door looking down at the top of her head. She had her hungry little mouth plastered against him. And she was doing incredible things with her tongue. It was sliding up and down against the underside of his cock. Her mouth was creating pressure around him he’d never felt before. His head fell back against the door and he closed his eyes. Giving into the guilty pleasure, he let out a little moan. The pressure increased as she slid her mouth down the length of him and met his pubic hair. He felt her shift a little and then she had a hand on his balls. She took one gently into her hand. Rolled it softly between her fingers. Her other hand grasped the base of his manhood. Suddenly, he was released from the hot wetness of her mouth with a little ‘pop’. Then, her mouth was taking his right sac into it. Incredible, he thought. I can’t believe she has her mouth there. His knees were weak. His breath coming heavily.

She pleases herself after an interesting day.

I’ve worked in the library now for a while. It wasn’t really my first job choice but I was tired of busy offices and I liked to read. The little kids get rowdy and the big kids have to be watched, and the adults usually seem to behave, usually.

Yesterday I had one of those unusual experiences with an adult. There were a few college students come in as they usually do in the afternoon. Let me explain something our adult section is primarily fiction with the non-fiction section all the way to the back of the library and real research material is up a tiny set of stairs into an upper alcove that was added sometime a good 100 years after the building was built. This section isn’t easily seen from the library desk. So when students come into the library if someone can keep an eye on them it’s a good thing. Yesterday I couldn’t, it was a rare day that was so busy I couldn’t keep an eye on anything but the desk.

Unwanted toy gets a new lease of life.

The Barbarian was an unwanted gift and it still lay in its carton below the bed gathering dust. Helen had laughed with embarrassment when her friend Sharon had presented it to her as a going away present. The mat black box had been placed right in the middle of restaurant table to the amusement of all her friends and a sly wink from a passing waiter. She immediately whisked it away and stuffed it in to the carrier bag with her other presents. When she eventually returned home, she tipped the contents out on to the bed, only to feel mortified once again by its presence. As well as being rechargeable, it promised many other things, including a naturalistic look and feel, a dual function control that allowed reciprocating motion as well as vibration, and a tireless motor: but best of all it guaranteed satisfaction. After a moment of staring through the cellophane window in the front of the packaging at the large rubbery phallus, Helen got down on her knees and slid it carefully under her bed, pushing it right to the middle next to her box of old diaries and childhood souvenirs. She wouldn’t entertain the notion of using such a thing, but she felt obliged to keep it until she could dispose of it carefully. This would have to wait, as her journey to Paris the next day took precedence over anything else. After all she would be there for three months and careful planning for such a trip had been required and there were several things she had to do.

She tries on a sexy outfit.

It was a normal lazy Sunday night and I just got out of a hot shower and slipped into my soft white terry cloth robe. Walking into my bedroom, I quickly locked the door behind me. Fumbling through my wide range of body lotions, I pulled out my new Pink Sugar body lotion that I had just purchased earlier that morning. I opened the cap and poured some of the white lotion into my palms. I rubbed them together and smoothed the silky lotion onto my newly shaved thighs. The lotion was cool and it felt so refreshing, my skin was now so soft and smelled like sweet sugar and cotton candy.

Finding sone holiday photos brings back memories.

Josie arrived back from work on flopped on the sofa. It had been a long hard day and she was desperately in need of a stiff drink and more importantly a stiff hard throbbing cock.

Work was really tough at the moment, she was having to work long hours and there was little time left for relaxing, or her favourite hobby of surfing chatrooms in her lunch hour and having a midday cyber session to get her through the afternoon.

Josie had an extremely high sex drive, the merest hint of sex and her pussy became wet and her clit started to throb.

Young man turns to covert public fantasy and masturbation.

Poe was not a typical young man. It wasn’t that he was outlandish in any obvious way. In fact, with his short dark hair and lean physique, he looked both reasonably attractive and intelligent. Attending classes at the local downtown college, his only vice, on casual observation, was a tendency towards dark clothing and social isolation.

When he wasn’t taking his college lectures, he worked part time for a local book store, and then spent his evenings writing. Not only his school papers, which he tried to take care of during the day, but fiction and poetry as well.

Her first toy ensures a sensational birthday fuck.

Although I’d only had one lover before I met my husband, I had always thought that the sex in our marriage was fine.

Over the years we tried all the usual sexual positions, and a few I hadn’t heard about before. We got to know each others bodies intimately, and our lovemaking almost always finished with both of us coming simultaneously. I knew I never wanted another man in my bed, but after twelve years of comfortable normal lovemaking, I realised that I wasn’t horny very often. Realising this just made matters worse. Slowly, I started avoiding sex. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him, I just felt I was failing to excite him; so the damper that put on our sex life became almost unbearable at times.

She’s got a strap on for you.

Getting my things together, I find myself daydreaming; my thoughts have been wandering all night. I think I am starting to enjoy this night shift. Especially on your days off, knowing your home; asleep; in that big bed. Oh but you won”t stay asleep baby. Grinning to myself I head out the door and to my car, still thinking and planning.

We”ve known each other for years now. Friends first. I think at first you were scared of me. I wonder why that is. At first all we did was talk abit. Every time you”d come in, we”d talk, usually about nothing. Sometimes about your kids, or about what was a good deal. I remember when you got divorced. Then I got divorced. I started flirting then with you; and you”d turn red, especially when you heard me talking to my helper about what a nice ass you had. I can still see you walking towards the registers your head red. You were shyer than I thought.

Couple’s sex life changes.

Don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t trade being a father and a parent for anything in the world. But since the birth of our son, I had seen subtle changes in my wife Jenny that had, over a long, slow period of time, drastically altered our sex life.

As I escorted our young son out to the car so I could drop him off at the baby-sitters, I turned and waved as usual back towards Jenny who stood, as usual, at the front door, waving and seeing the two of us off.

Like most “young” couples, we both worked. And part of our “daily” routine was for me to drop our son off in the morning on my way to work. Jenny would now begin the process of getting ready herself, and would be the one to pickup our son at day’s end.

A young nineteenth century lady explores her body.

I recently bought an old, slightly damaged vanity box from a market stall in Portobello Road. When I got it home, I was delighted to find that it had a false bottom and that concealed within it was a smallish leatherbound notebook. Upon opening the notebook, and breathing in its exciting, musty scent, my joy at my good fortune was greatly increased. I discovered that the book was filled with the small, meticulous handwriting of a young lady. Her writings therein comprised a diary which she dated to the early part of the nineteenth century.