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Belt-test at the dojo, you as tester. You come home around ten,
flushed, sore, and exhausted. You sag into a soft chair, your equipment
bag still dangling from your fingers. I remove it from your hand and ask,
“How was it?”

“They were all very big and very good,” you mutter under your
breath, “and seemingly tireless.”

“Hungry?”

You shake your head. “A glass of water would be great, though.”
You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks. I go
into the kitchen and return with the water. “From the tap,” I say. “Not
too cold; don’t want your stomach to cramp, dearest.” Read the rest of this entry »

You were understandably excited about the chance to get a starring role in a movie even though you were not familiar with
either the production company nor the director. But when you
arrived at the studio you first thought you must have the wrong
address. To say it was in a bad section of the city would have
been a naive statement. But then the producer who called you
told you that he did art films, so you didn’t really expect him
to have a glossy setup. At least his promise of exposure at the
Cannes Film Festival was enough to dispel any fears you may have
had.

Once you walked inside and saw how nice the reception area was,
and how sophisticated the receptionist, your no longer doubted
the wisdom of your decision. The receptionist greeted you warmly
and asked you to have a seat until Mr. Lamborghini could come for
you. Lamborghini. Even the name was reassuring. Read the rest of this entry »

Standing on the street, you’re waiting comes to an end as the white
limosine pulls up directly in front of you. The door opens and you enter the
large back seat area, seeing three other women all dressed as you are. Each
wears a thin white cotton blouse, a short white skirt, white hose, and white
shoes. A bit confused, you sit down and close the door, and the other girls
are looking at you keenly.
One woman looks to be in her mid thirties, with short dark hair and very
piercing blue eyes. She has nice legs and her short skirt shows them off
well. The girl next to her seems only about 18 or 19, with firm, breasts,
and long blonde hair. She has brown eyes, and a sensual mouth. The third
girl is in her early twenties, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She has
the largest breasts of the four of you, and her legs are shapely as well. You
wonder what is going on with the three other women. You remain silent as you
were instructed, but your mind creates questions faster than you can think of
answers. Read the rest of this entry »

I had placed an ad in the paper to rent a room. Having to pay all of
the rent for such a large house was draining my resources. Besides,
a guy of 18 who had moved away from his parents watchful eyes, needed
to show them that he was self sufficient!

The ad said “Wanted, male, 18 to 24, to share 2 bedroom house, with same.
Rent, $200 per month. Call…” and the number was listed. I had the ad
running for a few weeks and a number of guys came by to look. The house was
a typical batchelor pad, sparse furniture and no frills. It was located
in a quiet neighborhood and far back far from the street and other houses.
I was renting from a couple who had moved to Florida and wanted someone
to take care of the house. Read the rest of this entry »

After Julie got up and made breakfast for the children and
sent them out to play and was about ready to have some coffee,
Becky came into the kitchen. Becky looked a bit haggard and tired
as if she had been drinking the night before. Julie, on the other
hand, looked fresh and ready for the world.
“Morning Becky.” Julie said,”You leave Ralph still sleeping
his life away ?”
“Yes. He needs plenty of sleep for his job as you well know.
Also he could not believe what happened last night and wanted to
talk all night. I don’t really believe it either and if someone
had told me about it, I would have called them a liar.” Read the rest of this entry »

A month ago, my girl friend Jill and I got to talking with a waitress at a
local restaraunt and we really hit it off. Her name was Chris and she said she
had two hung guys who were coming over to her place when she got off work… and
we were welcome to join them. We accepted her invitation quickly and met her
when she left the restaraunt.
About a half hour after getting to her place, Chris disappeared to get out
of her “work clothes”. I was sitting right next to Jeff on the sofa, while Jill
and Pete were making out across the room. Jeff’s finger touched under my chin
and I turned to look at him. I kissed him, feeling his lips slowly part, and
his tongue gently stroked my lips. I parted my lips and let his tongue enter
my mouth, eagerly swirling my tongue around his. Read the rest of this entry »

Erica’s first year after State U. had turned out to be very
disappointing for romance. She’d made friends, but just hadn’t found
any guys to play with.
She went through her wardrobe and selected an outfit for a
night on the town. First the black stockings attached to a satin garter
belt. Next a pair of almost luminescent white panties, followed by a
loose silk blouse and an above-the-knee skirt. Lastly, some medium
heels, a tailored jacket, some light makeup and perfume.
Erica decided to head to the Max Club, a northside bar that
wasn’t too crowded. That night the crowd was lively if small. It didn’t
take her to long to attract the attentions of a tall blond guy. He was
wearing a subdued leather jacket and black jeans. He strode over to her
table with another bottle of the beer she was drinking. Read the rest of this entry »

Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in front of a
camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of course, it wasn’t at any
studio. Time for the old home photo album. You and your lover had talked
about it for some time, after you had admitted to him that you enjoyed
looking at the women in the men’s magazines, like Playboy, and Penthouse.
But, you had told him, they seemed a little tame, and that you got more
excited and envious when you were looking at the more graphic pictures in
Hustler. The ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show the
pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun. Read the rest of this entry »

We meet for the first time in a crowded subway station in Manhattan. I, a
successful investment banker, dressed in only the finest. You are dressed in a
beautiful white evening dress that just barely covers your ass. We get on the
train together just casually exchanging glances and I find I seat in the back.
You are forced to stand in front of me holding a handle attached to the subway
car. People are squezing you from all sides, it is 5:25 and everybody is going
home for the evening. It is a normal trip home you think until you feel a hand
caressing your ass ever so gently. You think to yourself that somebody
probably brushed up against you but it continues with more intensity. I am
going to make this lady come, I think devilishly to myself as I rub your ass,
just enough to make you wet for my future plans. You can’t believe how hot
this train has suddently become. I procede to step two of my plan. I run my
fingers down your leg so slightly that you barely feel them. When I get to the
bottom, I slowly work my way back up to your awaiting tunnel of love. I am
not too surprised to learn that you aren’t wearing any panties. I keep
thinking to myself what I would love to do to this beautiful creature if there
weren’t hundreds of people around. I procede to put my hand on your bare ass
under your dress. I can feel the heat your body is radiating. You Jump when I
run my finger between your checks giving you unmesurable pleasure. I feel your
wetness emminating from your steamy cunt. I gently carress your pussy and
flick your clit with my middle finger. You push your hips out to me to enhance
your pleasure. Just at this moment, I pull my hand away and continue to read
my Wall Street Journal. I wouldn’t want you to come that easily? You can’t
believe this unbelievable pleasure has ended so abruptly. “Damm. Just when I
was about to come. Oh well. I will just have to finish the job myself when I
get home,” you think to yourself as you peek over your shoulder. You see four
men sitting behind you all within reach and all looking at you except for a
hansome wall street type reading his paper. You quickly rule him out and
decide it must have been that dirty minded old man with the sly grin. You give
him a quick smile, after all you haven’t been this hot since the time your
older brother’s friend sneaked into your room and woke you by licking your
pussy or the time you walked in on your brother while he was masterbating and
coming all over your virgin panties. The subway stops at your exit and you are
disappointed that you have to get off. You walk two blocks and enter your
apartment feeling along the way that you are being followed. You quickly go to
your dressing table and withdrawl your handy artificial cock, unfortunately the
batteries are dead. You go to the bathroom and turn on the water in the tub to
HOT, the same condition you are in. You take off all of your clothes and just
as you are about to get in, the doorbell rings. You have a lovely body and are
a bit of an exhibitionist so you procede to the door completely naked with your
dildo in your left hand………

The curtains wave softly, the fresh spring scent of lilacs blowing
in through the window. The scent just exists, neither demanding notice
nor escaping it. The soft hues of blue and violet wrap the room in a
peaceful cocoon of quiet. I study the room with great care. I want
everything to be perfect. I light the tubular candles, placed
strategically around the room. The dancing flames cause the room to
appear to shimmer. The music of the Masters waft softly through the
room. Satisfied the room is now perfect, I go down to await your
arrival. Tonight I wish to give only pleasure. It shall be your night.
The night that you surrender only to the sensations of your body. And,
in the giving to you, I know I shall find rare delights to satiate my own
needs.
Your knock on the door brings my mind back to the present.
Taking the glass of chilled wine, your favorite, I meet you at the door.
The sheer pale blue negligee swirls around my body when I open the
door. Ahhh. The look in your eyes tells me you are finding the view
enjoyable. A smile tugs at your lips as you pretend not to comprehend
this unexpected greeting, or its significance. I take your hand and draw
you into the foyer. You draw me close to you, bending down to cover
my mouth with yours, your tongue gently probing. Our tongues twirl
about each other, sending thrills down my body. Read the rest of this entry »