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A different kind of picnic.

One weekend my boyfriend and I decide to go on a picnic. Right off I ask him where we’re going, but he tells me it’s a surprise, he won’t even let me look in the basket. So I don’t even have any idea what we’re going to have to eat. He drives for about an hour, until we’re out in the middle of nowhere, he turns on to a deserted road, he stops the car when we reach a run down old shack. I sarcastically ask if this is where we’re going to have our picnic. With a smile on his face he says that we’re not quite there yet, that we have to hike for a bit. We get out of the car and head for the forest behind the shack, with him in the lead. We walk for about a ½ hour – 45 mins. For a moment the trees seemed to get thicker, then we come into a beautiful meadow, perfect for a picnic. We look around and find the perfect spot; we sit down under a beautiful tree.

Veggies aren’t just for eating for this girl in need.

“Oh shit, I shouldn’t drink so much,” Sarah giggled as she stumbled through the front door of her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and kicking her shoes under it. The short drive from the bar had made her thankful that she lived so close to the downtown, but had done little to sober her up. Thank God all the cops were too busy busting transients and tweakers to pay any attention to her black Honda weaving slightly down rainy side streets. She took off her jacket and threw it on the couch, and soon her blouse and slacks followed, creating a wrinkled pile that would necessitate later ironing.

Thinking about him makes her hot.

I miss him. I long for him. Two months is a very long time to be without your husband, when you’re both young and horny, and have only been a couple for two years. I miss the everyday talks; in bed, at the kitchen table, in front of the TV… I miss his smile, his voice, the naughty glimpse in his eyes right before he makes his move. I miss his warm skin against mine when I fall asleep. I miss his long, thick cock, sliding in between my moist folds, reaching in through my pussy and further into my sleep, causing me to wake up, with him inside me.

She gets herself off in the tub.

It was a day for me. I had nothing better to do than pamper myself. I started the day off with a nice relaxing bubble bath. I grabbed a book of erotica and laid in the tub. There were many short stories and the more I read the more turned on I was getting.

I started letting my fingers rub the tips of my nipples. They were already hard. The feel of the soapy water on them made them so slippery. I pinched them between my finger and thumb, pulling on them to make them bigger and harder. I could feel my pussy tingling. It was starting to ache, wanting to be touched.

Nol & Gerar come up with something big.

They were messing around the office one afternoon; things there were slow at that time of year. Experimental Gerar (a feline-like humanoid hybrid) had bought a cache of old data from some Timonier who lived in the Ruhrik Zone, she’d showed it to Nol (a human non-hybrid, who are very rare these days), and the two were going through it, trying to identify what kind of information it was. It turned out to be low-resolution pictures, 2D, from the early 21st century. At the time, there’d been a powerful puritan push in the West; a lot of then-clandestine things (which seem pretty tame these days) had been hidden inside people’s computers.

Can gray afternoon be colored when loneliness is here?

Last night I was alone in the room and began to think of Ulla (a sweet Swedish girl I met in July) and as I did, I felt a slight tingling sensation between my legs. I turned on the TV and laid my hot body on my bed to rest from the long day, when the phone rang.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey Vicky. Maria, Katia and I are going to dinner, you coming’?” said the voice on the other end. It was my friend Flora.

I thought for a second…”You know what, I think I’ll rest here for now. I’m really tired, I had a long day and I still have half a pizza left from last night. I’ll just heat it up if I get hungry,” I responded and hung up.

Jim is subjected to Allison’s whims.

It was a day like any other at least that was what Jim thought. Little did he know that his girlfriend had a few surprises for him as he found out later that night. Allison was an Engineering grad student whose mind had a tendency to wander toward the unusual side. She was designing a special surprise for Jim for those increasingly often short sex episodes. This new device would surely teach him a lesson.

She had him over to her place for their Friday night passion and Jim was none the wiser. Allison caught him off guard as she jumped into his arms wearing nothing but a tiny white thong that was now see through because of her wetness. He carried her up her bed where Alison became extremely aggressive just as Jim liked. She tied each arm to the bed posts and his legs in the like manner. She began to slowly go down on his massive cock that cruelly short-changed her orgasm deprived pussy time after time. She sucked him clean of his oozing pre-cum as he moaned for more.

Woman masturbates, unaware of voyeur watching.

Pat had recently become a widow and was a still a very young looking fifty year-old woman. Lonny’ s illness had lingered on for two years and her physical needs had not been met. She put her needs aside as she lovingly cared for her dying husband.

It was now six months since the funeral and she was ready to get on with her life. Her girls had both moved on to start their careers and Pat still had her career as an lab technician with a local ceramics company.

She had walked her basset hound earlier so they could both get a little exercise. After getting a shower, she settled down in front of the fireplace in her bathrobe with her latest romance novel and a glass of sherry.

And handles herself very well.

Minutes passed after Glenn left before I realized that I”d been hanging over the back of the sofa with this ridiculously huge grin on my face. I raised my arms overhead for a long, luxurious stretch and lowered them, causing my chest to rise up for a moment. Still smiling, I looked at my bare breasts and shimmied the “ladies” proudly.

“How lovely you are!” I thought to myself. “And our blond-boy sure knows how to make us all feel so good!”

The memory of last night brought with it a jolt of energy that would not let me sit still. Throwing my blanket aside, I got up from the sofa and stretched again. This time, the sensation of muscles releasing their tension spread through my entire body from toes to head. Even my pussy was feeling moist and inviting again! Sensuously, I pressed my hips forward, placed one hand just above my bush and twirled the thick curls around my fingers. Sighing deeply, I almost couldn”t believe how good my body felt. Then it dawned on me that I was still buck naked from my adventures in house-sitting. All in one night I”d gone from studious good-girl to fabulous fuck-friend and exhibitionist and whatever that old man across the street came up with! I laughed aloud as I remembered how good my friend was, and especially how good the fucking was!

She shares a little toy surprise.

Running his fingers through her short, slightly purple-colored hair he asks with a smirk, “I love the color, is it natural?”

Lifting his free hand she places it on her pounding chest. Urging him to drift south she purrs in return, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Clenching her silky soft hair in his fist he slides his other hand across her stiffening nipple, giving it a gentle pinch. As he pulls her in for a passionate kiss he slides his hand down her belly and cups the dampening mound between her shaking thighs. “Hmm, I think you need to sit down.” He says. “Let me clear a space for you.”