Sonia's Erotic Stories

The best job I ever had was that of a newspaper delivery boy. I did this job for 6 years-from age 10 till age 16 (I lied when I first took the job and told them I was 12). It was hard labor to be sure, hauling pounds upon pounds of newspapers from one household to another- especially for a 10 year old. But it had its benefits. Who knew that suburbia could harbor such perverted secrets? I didn’t start to catch on till I was about 13 years of age (three years, utterly

This story begins when I was a Senior in school. I was your typical 18 year old . I loved to go to parties and like every kid my age, I tried to get laid. I never was successful, so I had to resort to looking at dirty pictures in a magazine and jacking off. Life was unfair, but when our new neighbor’s moved in, my life was about to change. The family consisted of Mom and Dad and one little guy of 3. Mom’s name was Barbra and as I learned later, she was 41.

When I got in my office, there was a note on my desk from Martin to call him. He wanted to know how I was intending to get to the sales conference. To be honest, I had been so busy all week that I had quite forgotten that I needed to make some travel arrangements. Luckily for me, Martin had been on the ball and said that he would have room in his car, but that meant I had to be ready to be off in a couple of hours. It was a good

My Wednesday and Thursday daytime appointments were much of the same, a couple of the senior management wanting to get their share of my body before I left at the weekend. Ken Buyers, who had booked me for an evening appointment, had left me a message to contact him when I returned to my office. I showered and cleaned myself up and slipped into a wrap before calling him. He wanted to make arrangements with me for the evening. He said that he would come over to my office for me around 5:30. I

I awoke the following morning still feeling a little tender after the party the night before with David and his mates. I rang Mellor and explained the situation, and as I had no appointments that day, he suggested that I rest. “You need to be in good form for next week,” he explained. “It’s your last week and I have got a full diary for you for next week, and also there is the annual sales conference at the weekend.” It was the first time I had heard about the sales conference and I

The Birthday Present Monday morning and I was back in the office after my weekend with the Becker’s. I glanced at my calendar. I had only ten days left before my month was up as office slut. Yes, I had over the last few days realised that was what I had become: Hinkerman’s office slut. My body was available for any member of the management team to use and abuse, just as they wished. Looking back over the last two and a half weeks, I would never have believed that I would ever have

The rest of that first week followed a similar vein as the last two days, I was used as a naked secretary by most of the management team who all seemed to want to get a look at me and of course show me off to their visitors minus my clothes of course. It seemed that this sort of thing was one of the perks offered to visitors who did business with Hinkerman’s. Some wanted just to have me around, others wanted to use me in various ways either for sex or to

I sealed my fate on the way home that night by depositing the cheque in my bank account. The young girl behind the counter looked at the large cheque with interest. “Nice little deposit,” she said, smiling, as she wrote down the amount. I wondered to myself what she would have thought if she knew what I was about to do for it. The following morning, I was extremely nervous about what I was about to do. I took some care dressing. I still did not know what to expect, but after yesterday’s interview with Mellor, I

The Start of things. The whole thing started with a discussion among a group of us in the rest room at Hinkerman’s, the company where I worked in the typing pool. It was all about how far you would be willing to go for money. It had started with a reality TV program that had been shown the previous evening, where girls had been offered money to flash their boobs in public. The shows presenter could have offered the girls up to £100, but it was surprising just how little he got away

  It was late summer and all of my buddies were either on holidays or working at crappy low paying jobs. I had just turned eighteen and felt every hormone tingle in my body. I had been a small boy growing up, not attracting attention from girls, but over the last year or two I had developed, in more ways than one. I had sprouted to above six feet and, with the help of my father’s weight machine, put some muscle on formally thin frame. After football practise the guys would tease me in the shower and

When I was young and my hormones were out of control, I had a crush on a woman who lived across the street from my parent’s house. Her name was Sally, she was above average in the looks department but was a real bitch when it came to personality. Everything she did was very neat and tidy, and she was very strict with her children on keeping the house clean and neat. But what I found attractive about her was her long brown hair and feminine way of dress. She always wore a dress or skirt

I am a 16 year old male from Maryland. The story I’m about to share happened two weeks ago after school let out. I live in a small development and their aren’t many good looking women living in my neighborhood except for the woman 3 doors down from me. She is only 22 years old and lives by herself with the only other occupant of the house being her dog. Well the day school let out I was walking home and passed by her house. I noticed that she was sitting on the porch in a

About 15 years ago I lived in the suburbs of Sydney with the typical wooden 6ft picket fence surrounding each yard. My neighbour (married and 10 years older than me) used to hang her washing out each morning about 8.00am and take it off the line about 3.30pm. I was working shift work for many years and also took on a distance education university study so I would generally sit on a banana chair under a lemon tree out the back yard to study. After a while I noticed the regime that “Mary” would take each

 The last apartment that I lived in was in bad need of repair. The super did absolutely nothing except collect the rent on the first day of the month.  So, I started shopping around and looking for a new apartment, closer to work, about the same price.  Prices had hiked a bit in the area, but that’s nothing new.  I found a complex that was only a year old, and rented a two bedroom one.  With some help of some friends, I was moved in and unpacking boxes in no time flat.  I was settled in

It was the first day at my new job. It was a small office, it had about ten employees. There was four women working there, two were worth talking about. One was a big breasted Latina named Cindy, the other was this very attractive blonde named Pam. Pam had long hair, a great body, and she wore very sexy clothing. I became very attracted to Pam, she always wore a skirt and it always showed off a lot of cleavage. But what I enjoyed the most was looking at her legs, and trying to see if she

It’s been a fantasy of mine that we have talked about numerous times over the last few years.  I would love to watch my wife seduce and make love to another man.    Since I am avid voyeur, the curiosity is natural.  My biggest question though is how I would feel if and when we ever crossed that line between fantasy and reality.  We toyed with the idea many times as she flirted and teased with men she met at a local nightclub, but we were always hesitant to invite any of them back to our house.

I was in my second year of college and living in the dorms when I first heard about Anne. She was a 25 year-old massage therapist who worked from home just off campus. I met her in August during the last part of our football camp. She was a knockout. A beautiful 5’8″ Italian girl with black hair and dark eyes that could bring any man to his knees. I was awestruck and speechless at our first introduction. I was sure she thought I was retarded or something, but her voice was soft and sweet. A

I work for a large clothing chain, and had to do some research on some marketing techniques.  So I decided to take the day off work and head to the local library. I got there about ten o’clock and found all the info I needed to help my research. It was around one thirty when my wife called me on my cell phone. She said work was slow and she was going to meet me at the library in fifteen minutes. I said that sounded good and told her where I was located in the library.

Jason Wintergreen was a 14 year old boy who was trying to earn money by cutting lawns on his parents power lawn mower. He enjoyed cutting the lawns but he enjoyed the money he got even more. He knew Mrs. Jessup quite well and her daughter even better. They were in the same classes at school and he wishes that he was not only in the sames classes with her but wished that he was also in her. Also from knowing her mother he wouldn’t mind getting into her either. He was riding around

I moved into an apartment in East Los Angeles, an area predominantly Asian. The apartment was above a detached garage in a residential area. The young Asian woman had rented the place to me for a reasonable fee, and it was fully furnished. I liked it very much, and it was very close to my new job. She had a daughter, a lovely young woman named Annie. They were recent immigrants to this country, and didn’t speak English very well. Right outside the balcony of my apartment, Annie and her friends had built a tree house.

*** A fifteen year old boy is seduced by the lady next door. (F/m-teen, 1st) *** There isn’t a whole lot you can do when you’re fifteen years old. I mean, you can’t get a job, you can’t drive, and when you’re stuck in the suburbs without any public transportation, you might as well be dead. Your world reduces to wherever you can get on foot or on bicycle, and when you live in my area, that’s very difficult anyway, because there are no sidewalks, so you’re walking on the street half the time,

Several years ago I worked for a company in a major city. I started out as a temporary worker because the firm was waiting for some positions to open up before hiring any more permanent employees. I really enjoyed the place because it was interesting high-tech work and the people were friendly. The pay as a temp wasn’t really great but the prospect of being hired in permanently was an incentive enough to stick with it. After six months, the day I’d been waiting for came. I was asked by my immediate supervisor to report to

Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jeffery, a very shy and horny 15-year-old boy – an intellectually gifted freshman at Tremont High School in a large city in southern California. I have been labeled as a “science nerd” – a label I wear with pride. If you saw me walking down the street, you would probably dismiss me as just your normal teenage kid – a boy that you would never look at twice. I was very average physically – not tall or short, neither fat nor skinny, with an ordinary face

    This story is absolutely true which you will no doubt believe when you read it. Nothing really happens, there is no plot, just an attempt to describe the wonderful experience I had one night as a youth. Our winters are somewhat mild here in Kentucky but we do occasionally have a small blizzard or ice storm. One of the later fell one January day when I was twelve. The roads were impassible for three wonderful days and school had already been cancelled. In anticipation of the storm my mother had bundled me and my

 I couldn’t believe it; I’d just filled the small gas tank on the top of my In-law’s small lawn mower for the second time this morning and I hadn’t even made a dent on their tall over grown yard.   Pushing the lawn mower back out into the yard where I’d left off I pulled the rope to start the machine. The going was slow and tedious because their grass was so long and thick.  I had to slowly push the lawn mower into an uncut area and patiently wait while the blade chewed away at

(A continuation of My Mother in Law) By Bob  As truckload after truckload of used lumber arrived, George divided the loads into three piles.  The crap consisted of broken or split boards and lumber full of nails.  Good stuff, consisting of good dimensional lumber with few nails in it.  And the best, lumber and boards free of nails, plywood sheathing and anything that George thought that he could use for Gladys’s workout area.  The pile of the best stuff was moved from outside into the barn after sorting through each truckload hiding it from Pete.  While

 I got this job in a firm as an apprentice, through my girlfriend’s father.  It was the first big break of my life, and although I made mistakes, I learned from them and bettered myself.  Although she had two brothers that also were in the firm, and much further up then me, I wanted to get up as far as I could, taking every opportunity to do so, but, not as a hatchet man, but with proven work abilities.  About 6 months after I started, my girlfriend started.  It was her father’s wish that anyone in

Gala Event… The limousine was early and I arrived at Sarah’s thirty minutes before our appointed time.  I rang her bell but there was no response.  I rang a second and then a third time before she opened the door.  She was standing before me in a pale blue satin robe tied at the waist that came to mid thigh. She was stunning.  I apologized for being so early and we embraced and kissed. My left hand pressed into the small of her back and brought her close to me.    I then slipped my hand

By Bob  Once on the highway I set the cruise control to just under the speed limit.  I had to keep my wits about me as I was driving drunk.  As I drove along into the bright afternoon listening to the radio and feeling the warm breeze on my face from the open window I glanced over at my passed out mother-in-law.  She was slumped back against the seat with her mini skirt still hiked up around her waist.  Her sheer black silk blouse hung open her breasts jiggled with each bump along the highway, her

By Bob  Gladys’s new 1970 car was parked under the shade of a big old pine tree.  The hood was up letting the over-heated engine cool down.  We were sitting on a picnic table nearby eating the lunch that my mother-in-law had packed for us.  Although the cooler of beer wasn’t as full as when we started Gladys had been sampling on the long journey.  I opened two more beers for us and took another sandwich from the container.  One of Gladys’s oldest and dearest friends had suddenly passed away; we were on our way to

After several minutes of just sitting in a daze, I decided I wanted to take a longer look at my angel’s panties.  I got up and went into the unisex bathroom and locked the door.  I pulled the ripped panties out of my pocket and immediately put them to my face.  The smell of her crotch juices was incredible.  After a couple of seconds, I pulled the panties away from my face to examine them.  They were the full ones (not grandma panties, but a lot of material) and were as soft as her slip. 

I remember this story so vividly, it remains to this day a memory I masturbate to frequently. I was extremely shy as a boy of about twelve. Unexpected and inappropriate erections were commonplace for me and I was constantly using my books or a jacket or untucking my shirt to conceal the bulge that would appear at the front of my slacks whenever I entertained a sexy thought or caught a glimpse of a sexy girl, which was pretty much all the time. My family was going to attend a wedding and my mother took me

My first exhibitionist experience came when I was 15. I had been getting erections for some time and was masturbating a lot. My two cousins, aged ten and eleven, and I were playing tag in the house when the eleven year old tagged me like three times with her hand on my crotch which was erect at the time. After we were done playing, the younger cousin went downstairs while the older one asked me what was it that was so hard in my pants? I was shocked, but nervously said it was my penis. She

I met Steve at a bicycle race. We had finished next to each other, sharing third place in a big, local race. After that, we hooked up often on training rides and raced against each many times while remaining friends. We lived in adjacent towns about 50 miles apart. I knew Steve was married but I only saw his wife once at a race and only from a distance. She was tall, with long, blonde hair and what looked like a great body. Sometimes, on training rides, Steve would talk about Debra and how uptight

Chapter 1      It was one of those long weekends and Mom and Dad decided that they needed to be alone. So, all of a sudden I found myself packed up and leaving to stay over at my Aunt’s house. Not to say that I don’t like my Aunt Julie, but I had plans. My friends and I were going to go down to the lake and pick up some girls. For, a 17 year old guy it was hard enough just trying to fit in, but being sent off to your aunt’s to be babysat was definitely

My Introduction Into The World of SEX I first started to get erections when I was 10 and I had heard about masturbation but I didn’t really know what it was about. I had overheard some boys in school talking about it one day but thought it was gross. I lived with my mom who was 33 and my big sister who was 12 so I couldn’t really talk to anyone about how to relieve the tension. One day after school I was sat my friends house and he told

I was never into sex in high school, but when I lost my virginity in college, I couldn’t get enough. I ended up pregnant my senior year and had a beautiful baby boy. I devoted my time to him and to the science of sex. With Viagra already on the market, I wanted to make something better, something for both men and women. After years of study, I came across something. Two element combinations that would boost the sex drive of both men and women. It worked on the lab mice, but I

This is my first time sharing an experience, hopefully with more to come. I have had a love for exposing myself for many years now and this particular incident led to many more experiences so I thought it might be a good place to start. It involved an elderly neighbor lady and a beautiful, sunny, hot summer afternoon. I had the entire day to myself. This is rather rare around my place so I always take full advantage of it. I put on an old pair of boxer type swim trunks with the lining cut out

 At the time I was working in a grocery store, an older lady worked there, and her daughter worked in the lady’s department.  The lady’s department was situated next to the grocery department, which is where I worked.  Many times the two ladies would invite me to have dinner with them while at work, and most of the time, to be next to and to show off for the daughter, I would often pay for the meal.  I guess the mother had the months of the year in mind cause the mother’s name was May, and

The boat was now moored conveniently in the little harbour below the hotel. We made several fairly long trips along the coast, visiting and dining in various places between Toulon in the west and Cavalaire to the east, but most days we would go across to Porquerolles and anchor in one of the many secluded bays (called Calanques) on the far side of the island. Our sexual activity seemed to increase as the days slipped by, stimulated by the warm sun, the relaxed atmosphere, and perhaps by the excellent local wines!  We made passionate love

It was the beginning of the first full day at Giens in the South of France. Simon kissed me good morning and brought me some coffee as soon as I was awake.  He said he would be away for a couple of hours as he was meeting Tom to inspect the boat. After a long soak in the bath, I washed my hair and started to sort out our clothes.  I dressed casually in a sporty blouse with a short skirt, and set to work getting the room organised.  I had hardly started when Simon

Another sunny day welcomed us as we awoke in our hotel at Macon.  The riverside window was closed and shuttered to keep out the noise from the busy road below, Simon opened it and threw back the shutters.  I put on my robe and went over to him.  He kissed me tenderly and put his arms around me.  We stood for a while, watching the morning sun reflecting on the river Soane, and in the far distance, the Alps, looking magnificent against the clear blue sky. We decided to skip breakfast and make an early

Our journey towards the South of France continued in perfect sunny weather, the quiet roads through the wine-growing regions around Dijon took us alongside the river Saone as it meanders through the Beaujolais, towards the picturesque town of Macon.  We decided that this elegant and interesting town with its riverside shops and cafés, would be charming and romantic place to make our second overnight stop in France. We chose a 4 star hotel near the centre of the town.  Our room was more like an apartment, it was enormous, with a commanding view of the

Our leisurely luncheon, followed by our canal-side activity, had taken up more time than we had thought.  We therefore decided to press on more quickly so, at the next ‘échangeur’ we turned onto the fast trunk road, or ‘autoroute’ as it is called in France.  We were eating up the miles when the sky began to darken and we could see heavy rain clouds on the horizon.  We stayed on the autoroute, stopping only briefly at a ‘Station de Service’ to re-fuel and put up the hood before the rain came. After a few more

We thought about taking a holiday in France this summer.  Simon had recently traded his Alfa Romeo saloon for a 2-seater sports model of the same make, so we decided on a touring holiday.  Rather than reserving hotel accommodation in advance, we thought that we would try a more ‘ad lib’ approach, finding places to stay as we wandered slowly towards Giens on the Mediterranean coast.  Simon has a small powerboat in storage there, and it could quickly be made ready for us by his friend Tom, who owns the storage facility there. Living in

The days following Simon’s return from France were very busy for both of us.   At home, we had plenty to talk about. He told me about the meetings in Paris and about the success of his presentation at the launching of the new magazine.  Naturally, most of this talk took place when we were lying in each other’s arms relaxing with a glass of wine after a busy day at the office. At dinner that evening, he told me that he too had been as randy as hell during his stay at the hotel.  He then

Simon returned from his trip to Paris after five days and was given a lift from the airport.  I had returned from my office only a short time before he was due to arrive, just enough time to shower, change my lingerie and put on some fresh clothes.  I was really quite flushed and breathless when I heard the car arrive.  He looked wonderful and I could tell that he was really horny when his colleague helped bring in with his baggage.  He couldn’t get rid of the guy quickly enough and as soon as he

The Departure I have explained that I am a busy public relations manager working in a city office in the North of England, and that my partner Simon works as a picture editor for a group who publish technical magazines.  The headquarters of this group is in Paris so he sometimes has to attend meetings there, usually when they are launching a new magazine.  The first time he had to attend such a meeting he was told that he would be away for almost a week – Poor me!  Left alone to return to an empty apartment, after

I would now like to tell you about one particular day when Simon was working from home instead of from his office.  I arrived at our apartment, having stopped briefly in the village to buy some ingredients for our evening meal.  Simon’s car was in the usual place in front of the apartment. I collected my things from my car and went inside, expecting to see at least that the table in the dining room had been laid ready for our meal.  Simon normally did this if he arrived home first or if he was working

This story is not fantasy, it is true.  My name is Jenny (Jennifer) and I am a professional public relations manager, 36 years of age, brunette, medium height and with a good firm figure.  My male office colleagues say that I am a very sexy lady, probably because during the summer I wear quite revealing dresses, generally with no bra, and yes….always stockings! I have a steady boyfriend, Simon, who is a picture editor for a technical magazine.  We have been together for about 4 years now and we share a modern apartment in a

My parents both worked and my mother had a succession of maids cleaning our home over the years. The most memorable one was the one she had in my senior year of high school and the following year. She was usually there when I arrived home from school three days per week. Initially, there was nothing remarkable about her, but that soon changed. I came home one afternoon to find her working in a bra and half slip. She had very large tits and the bra was cut low and somewhat push up. My cock, of

Hi I´m Mike. I would like to relate an event that happened just before last Christmas. We have a lady who comes in and cleans for us a every 2 weeks or so. She is about 65 and quite petite but with a nice body for her age. I often work home and sometimes she is cleaning whilst I am there. I started some time ago to get very horny when she is there. She had a habit of changing into her work clothes in front of me so I had seen her in bra and

by Stockingtops I went to the kitchen to join Miss Betty for breakfast.  I had found another nightgown to wear, as she had instructed.  It was a long pink nightgown, made of sheer nylon material.  My nude body was somewhat visible beneath the material.  As I thought of appearing before her dressed this way, my youthful erection returned, tenting out the material in front of me.  As I walked into the kitchen with my erection bobbing around, I watched Miss Betty’s eyes focus on my erection, which she could plainly see beneath the see-through nightgown. “That’s

by Stockingtops I was turned on and confused at the same time, by the actions of Miss Betty.  She was a conservative church lady.  And yet she had forced me to sit naked with my erection throbbing over her dinner plate as she ate.  I wasn’t really sure what lesson I was to have learned, but I sure was becoming hornier. Due in part to my increased horniness, but mostly due, I’m sure, to the easy access to Miss Betty’s late mother’s lingerie, I started becoming fascinated with panties and slips.  Every night, as I went

 After the initial shock of my divorce, I decided to hell with it, and concentrated my mind on my job.  Putting in way too much overtime, taking on extra work loads from everyone.  I buried myself in it, forgetting about the one thing we all need.  Because of this, I was quickly promoted and went up a floor in the organization that I work for.  Rather than having a little opened area that I called an office, I was given a rather large office, nice furnishings, and a secretary.  Knowing business like I do, I know

I was a typical 15 year-old boy with raging 15 year-old hormones. It was summer in upstate New York and my best friend Rob and his family had invited me on a camping trip to Wellesly Island on the St. Lawrence River. Since my family never went on vacations, I literally jumped at the chance. It was about a three hour drive up to the river and onto the island, and toting along the huge trailer wasn’t speeding us up any. The camping contingent consisted of Rob’s father, mother, and two older sisters. Kathy was eighteen, flat-chested

Ann Williams was getting annoyed with her son, Robby, for staring at her friend Lena’s tits.  Ann knew Lena was a whore who loved to show off her big, if saggy, breasts; but she thought her son was staring more than he should.  She didn’t blame her son for looking at the long cleavage line in the middle of Lena’s low-cut blouse, but there are limits!  To make it worse, Ann could clearly see her son’s cock sticking up and to the left in his pants, clear up to his belt. “Excuse me for a

Ever since the first time I visited this office for my interview and this very attractive woman led me upstairs, she had captivated me. She was in her early forties and was about 5′ 6″ with shoulder length brunette hair. She was wearing a jacket that fitted snugly around her slim body, with a loose, calf length skirt that revealed glimpses of the shapeliest legs I had seen for a very long time. Through the pleats of her skirt it was possible to determine the rounded outline of her buttocks, all of which told me that

Tony was on another one of his business trips and had been gone for about two days when all of a sudden out of the blue I got a phone call.  I would never have expected to hear from Mr. Jonas, the CEO of Tony’s company but here I was talking to him on the phone.  I had met Mr. Jonas at the last Christmas party but other than that I had never really had any contact with him.  So I was quite surprised by his phone call! Let me explain; Tony, my husband of

She Went Down On Me In The Theater               It was my birthday, and I had just completed my graduation requirements.  I was also ready to start a new job so there was a lot to celebrate.  My girlfriend invited me out to dinner and a movie for our celebration evening.  On the way to dinner, she informed me that she was wearing my favorite blue panties under her outfit.  We had a nice dinner and made our way to the movie.  Even though it was a week night, I was surprised that we had

I started wearing girl’s panties when I was very young. I started by wearing girls shorts I would find in the class room. The first pair of panties I wore were my sister’s. I was curious and got very aroused by wearing girl’s underwear. Soon after, I started masturbating in them. I must state here that I have never masturbated with my hand. I would masturbate by laying face down on the floor and put something soft, like a pillow or towel under my penis, and then start to rub back and forth while wearing girls panties.

Doreen May and her nephew Tyler watched the woman behind the desk carefully. It was Friday afternoon and they were in the office of the Loan Officer at the First National Bank. Doreen had applied for a car loan and now waited to find out if it was approved. The loan officer was an attractive woman in her forties. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes. Tyler also noticed her long red fingernails. She tapped them on her desk while she was on the phone. The 13 year old boy looked away quickly whenever she

When I was 12 or 13 my family rented a house in Washington state. The people we rented from lived just down the street and the house had belonged to the guy’s parents, who had passed away many years before. There was a neat little attic loft and I asked if I could have that for my room. My folks said ok and I moved in. There was lots of stuff stored in the attic and I got exploring around in there. There were 3 old steamer trunks in the room and I started rummaging thru them.

PART I: Fond Remembrances. Cindy Hughes stood in front of her dresser, admiring her clean white body. At twenty one, newly married, she was conscious of her looks, and how they would affect her married life with her husband. Her body was slim, with firm breasts and buttocks, and a girlish cast to her face, which could be stunning, especially when she smiled. She opened her dresser drawer, and selected her underwear for the day. A snowy white pair of lacy silk panties were slid up her long legs, and settled prettily at her hips. The elastic

Me ?? Oh I was a senior in high school and it was a couple weeks to graduation! I was partying real hard with my friends, drinking…doing a little smoke and getting ready to find the most fuckable girl and do some serious lovemaking. Heh heh. Hey, I waited 12 years for this day!! Sure all of us knew that driving and drinking was a no-no, but how do you tell seniors this? Ya can’t! Anyway, it happened. An accident. All I remember was Tom saying we were gonna roll and then I must have blacked out.

“Surely you’ve done it, just a little bit… haven’t you?” Rose was asking me if I ever had fun with our patients! We were both nurses in the same doctor’s office and we often settled patients in the examination rooms and instructed them to undress. “Good grief, no!” I responded. I couldn’t believe she was asking about such a thing. You get used to the routines and you act professionally to put the patients at ease. You don’t go around seeing what you can get away with! “I don’t mean anything terrible, just a little experiment. You

Dear Sonia, My wife and I have been enjoying adding some exhibitionism into our love  life with rather pleasing results ;-), in part thanks to you ! Here is a  true story. Enjoy. One evening on my way home from work my wife called to say that we should  go out to dinner at a cafe, and maybe catch a movie as she was not in the  mood for cooking, or being at home. She suggested I detour, and meet her in  the city at trendy cafe we knew. She would take her car and meet

 At my current job, a new updated inventory system was put into place and I was sent to a school to learn how the system worked for 6 months. My job was to learn all the in’s and out’s of the system for reasons of computer failures, networking problems, etc.  As usual it was boring and I couldn’t wait to get back home.  Finally I graduated and went back to my regular job and began upgrading our system there.  I got it working smoothly and then was told that I had to teach other supervisors and

Once my mother asked me if I would mind spending the weekend helping my Nana around her house as her live-in nurse had to take off for the weekend for personal reasons. I said that it would be fun, plus I would not have to take the long 12 mile bus ride home, I could walk the several blocks to school on Friday and then walk back to school Monday. So when Friday morning came, I packed clean cloths for school on Monday along with my PJ’s (had to stay inside with Nana so thought PJ’s

He knew he should not be going into her room. But he had seen something as she was folding her laundry that he just had to see again. He started opening the drawers of her dresser. In the middle drawer he saw what he was looking for, among other things that sent a shiver through him. It was the many colors and different types of her panties that made him breathless. But it was the red panty that his eyes were drawn to the most. It was the thin strings and sheer piece of

I dare say that this story sounds like a fantasy but it is, like the previous 2 stories, entirely true. I thought I would relate one of our swapping episodes this time, this wasn’t the first time we had been involved with others but for me it was one of the more memorable occasions. The week previous to this, I had been working up in London and on my way home I noticed a lovely little outfit in a dress shop window. The emphasis was on the word little, it was a white crop top with

I am a married man now in late 40s and live in Kerala.  My first experience with a maid was about 10 years ago. Till then we had an old lady helping us. After she left we got a girl of 16 years and she started staying at our house. Her name was Latha. She was fair and I never thought of doing anything with her. Apparently her mother was sick and wanted to stay with her and leave her daughter with some secure family. One of their close relatives knew us and that is how

Susan was being very meticulous about her dress. The instructions she had received had been quite specific about what she had to wear and she wanted to create a good first impression. Firstly she clipped on a white lacy suspender belt to which she attached her sheer black seamed stockings. Then she pulled up a tiny pair of white g-string panties. Then she stepped into a pair of four inch high black stiletto heeled leather shoes, before clipping on a white lacy bra. She admired herself in the bedroom mirror. At 28 years old she was

My mother had asked me to stop by her mother’s house on  my  way  home from my friend’s house to pick up a crocheting book.  Both  my  mother and my grandmother were really into crocheting, and they traded  these cornball little magazines with all kind of  intricate  little  designs and patterns in them.  The magazines came with not only pictures,  but detailed instructions, written in code, on how to crochet whatever you wanted.  Don’t spread it around, but I had even tried it myself.  It’s not a masculine thing to do, true, but it sure was

When I was about 13 I went to my aunt’s house to visit for a month during the summer. I had started masturbating when I was 11 years of age, by 13 I was hormone driven and constantly looking for a place with a little privacy for a quick jerk. My aunt was an attractive divorced lady about 40 years old. She was about 5’6″, 120 pounds, with long brown hair. Her son was in the army and she was living alone. Her house only had one bathroom and she thought nothing of walking in on

If this is any indication on how this Summer Season is going to be like; I have no problem with it at all! Yesterday, I chose to take a walk and enjoy the weather we were having ( I guess that I wasn’t alone in that thinking either because other people were out doing their chores and walking as well)! Anyway, as I was walking around my block, I saw a couple of very attractive young women walking ahead of me. ( I was glad to see them and I was glad that they were ahead

The summer I turned 17 was a very special one that I will never forget. It was spent at the summerhouse of my Aunt Karen, and it helped me discover the full extent of my long time attraction to maternal discipline. Aunt Karen was married to my mother’s younger brother, and was hardly 40. She was a very attractive woman, and although young and inexperienced I instinctively sensed that she was much more erotically oriented than most of the women in my family. She always wore make-up, and she dressed in a sensual and even sexy

My sexual world had two awakenings. The first one was Easter vacation in 1955. My uncle and his family were being transferred to Europe from the United States. So, my father took me to help his bother get ready to move. My cousins were both older than me. Mary was in college; Sam was a year older than me. My dad had Mary’s room, and I bunked in with Sam. While bunking with Sam, he taught me how to jack off and even gave me a couple of his “treasures” to take home with me. They

This is a story about my to my mother’s best friend’s place, Who i’ve always called aunty Sue even though we’re not directly related , the story is about how my visit to spend my summer holiday’s at aunty Sue’s place turned out to be the most memorable experience of my life. From the age that I can remember, I’ve always been really fond of aunty Sue. She’s about 30 years old, with short blonde hair which falls upto her shoulders, really slim and terrific body.Aunty Sue also had dimples when she smiles, which makes her

She told the woman on the phone, “I’d like to place an ad, please.” “I would like it to read…Wanted high school or college student to work part time. Mainly yard work and some painting.” “Please call to arrange for an interview.” She gave the woman her phone number and then went into the garage. The lawnmower was there, along with all the other lawn tools. She had mowed but her work hadn’t allowed her the time to trim the hedges or edge the sidewalks and driveway. Her son had maintained the yard before he

It was a vacation to remember when I spent the summer with my aunt and her 19-year-old daughter Ann who was several years older than me. So many things were different living with two women.   I was always catching a glimpse of them in bras and pantyhose as they dressed for work. Sometimes if I stood behind my bedroom door I could see into Ann’s room when she was dressing.  The first time I saw her put on a bra after a shower it almost took my breath away.  She was a plump athletic girl with big

Maybe it was the heat. All day, Micah and I had been bickering. It started when he saw what I was wearing, which really wasn’t a big deal. Emphasis on “big.” My dress was short, and the top, which was two triangle cups, left the center of my chest and the sides of my breasts bare. Hey, it was over a hundred degrees outside!  Here’s the other thing: notice how I said “the center of my chest” and not “my cleavage”? Well, that’s because I don’t have any. All through high school

by Spyder It all started when I agreed to a silly bet with my husband, Jimmy. I thought I knew the correct singer of an old song on the radio, but I was mistaken. I shouldn’t have insisted that I was right, because I agreed to do whatever Jimmy wanted me to for one evening if I was wrong. He was so smug when he proved me wrong, and he insisted that I live up to my wager the next night, Wednesday. I was showering when he got home from work and he called in to

When I was 14 I had a cousin who was about 3 years younger than me. Patty lived a few towns away, and I remember a couple of times when her parents went away for long weekends alone she would come to our house and stay with us. This one time she stayed over my Mom had to go out shopping for the afternoon (Patty and I didn’t want to go) and my Dad was out of town on business. So we got to stay home alone. It was a really rainy day so there wasn’t

Shortly after I turned 32 my wife and I found out that she was pregnant with our first child. We had lived on our own for a few years, and we lived pretty far from our parents. We had a decent sized house, since I had a good job, but with myself working full time, and her being tired all the time from the pregnancy, there was no way for us to keep the house up to where it needed to be. And she didn’t feel like cooking either, and one can only

Chapter 1 My Mother died when I was little, and I really don’t remember that much about her. Growing up it was just me and Dad, and so there really wasn’t much need for modesty. Usually after dinner I’d take a shower and then spend the rest of the night, and most of the next morning until school, walking around in an old t-shirt and a pair of tighty-whities, and Dad usually did the same, except that he wore boxers. Around the time I turned eleven, Dad took a promotion at work, and he

I was about 14yrs. old. I had to always go to my gramdma’s house after school so she could watch me cause my mom had to work. One day my uncle who was a truck driver had to move in with my grandma and his new wife too, my step aunt. My grandma had gone thru cancer and stuff so she was on pain killers. Well my aunt started to steal them, all the time. She was fucked up alot. Any way her and my uncle lived down in the basement. My uncle was

When I was about 14, living in my childhood neighborhood, would steal my neighbors bras and panties from her dresser and her hamper. Her name was Shelly, she was a very nice looking lady, about 35 yo. She was married with two kids and they would never lock their door when they would go out. I had went to her house a couple of time and stolen many of her bras and panties. I don’t know if she noticed but I bet I had about 6 bras and 6 panties. One day in the

The category says stories, but this stuff went down. I was about 15 or 16, and was really close to my cousins, like brothers. I would stay with them for a month at a time. My uncle was constantly traveling for business, and I just tried to live like they lived, which was not as strict of a house that I lived in. There was a boys-will-be-boys mentality at my Aunt’s, and that was cool with me. When we hung around at the house, we could just chill in our boxers, and we were innocent

The summer I was 13 was a bad one for me in many ways, since my parents were in the midst of a divorce. The tension and fighting was unbearable, and on several occasions I ended up spending several days and nights at my Aunt JoAnn’s house. (She is my mom’s sister.) It was a relief because I could get away from all the crap going on at home. Aunt JoAnn was great. It was like an oasis. She had a beautiful house on about five acres, with a beautiful swimming pool and tons of woods

It was with some misgivings that I agreed to look after my young nephew while his parents were away for two months one summer. I’ve never been that fond of kids – certainly not enough to want any of my own – and wondered how on earth I could entertain a 15-year-old whose main and perhaps only interest seemed to be football. He wasn’t a bad kid, though: not rebellious and with no repellent personal hygiene habits that I knew of. In the event he struck up with some of the village kids and they spent

Squirting With Grandma When I was 18, my parents had me stay with my grandmother for a month one summer. She lived alone in a small house on the poor side of town. I was there to repaint the house, which needed a lot of work. It was a particularly hot and humid July when I temporarily moved in with my grandma for a month to repaint her house. My home was three hours away so my parents thought it would be best for me to stay there until I finished the job. The house was small,

        You might have thought my job teaching English at a boy’s boarding school was rather boring and tedious.  Especially for a woman of my obvious talent and ability.         That’s exactly what I thought when I started.  It was my first teaching job out of college, and the only one I could get due to the pitiful job market.  I had to work very hard to get it, though, and I wanted to make the most of it.  But yes, it certainly was boring.         In order to make it more interesting, I

When I was thirteen my dad had to work abroad for six months, mum went with him, and I went to stay with a family friend so I could continue at school. Sheila was about forty, slim, blonde and quite attractive. She was divorced and had a daughter Karen who was coming up to her seventeenth birthday. Karen was a bit overweight and plain looking so she was not someone I lusted after despite my growing interest in girls. She was also a quiet girl and with the age difference, which seemed a lot at that

I was raised by a single, working Mother and it was Summertime, 1962 in Northern Indiana. She felt there should be someone taking care of the house while she was working. The 18 year old she selected was a neighbor’s daughter. As I recall, she was not particularly good looking, but had a very supple and mature well developed body. Her name was Sheri. I had already begun to masturbate, usually with a nice pair of nylon briefs. The first couple of weeks with Sheri were uneventful. But, in the third week some unusual things began

I was 17 years old when I visited my Aunt, an old friend of my mom. I was supposed to stay with her for two weeks and I was really thrilled. She was then in her 40’s and I had a crush in her, because she was gorgeous. She was always clad in an about knee length skirt, beige colored stockings or pantyhose and high heeled pumps. She was really sexy. She met me at the train station and when I saw her my heart almost stopped. She was wearing a tight gray over the knee

My parents used to send us kids to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s during the summer. I used to think it was because it was fun for us, but now I suspect, it was to get a break from us! One year, when I was 14, we couldn’t go to Grandma’s and Grandpa’s so we split up; my sisters going to one Aunt & Uncle and I going to Aunt Keri’s. Aunt Keri was 31 the summer I went to stay with her and was a widow who lived alone. She was very pretty and I

Kevin honestly hadn’t planned for it to happen. It just had. And all because his sister fell asleep in front of the TV with no panties on. He had just gotten home from seeing a late movie with some of his high-school buddies. It was around one, and as he walked through the living room he noticed his younger sister Katie sitting zonked out in their father’s recliner. It looked like she had fallen asleep while watching some old movie. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt that she liked to lounge around in,

About a week before New Years, my sis-in-law, Sara, flew into a nearby city and of course needed a ride to our home where she was staying for two weeks. I was elected to make the drive to the airport, two hours worth, and bring her back. She is about 5’6″, 31, petite and dresses very revealingly as she has an ample bust line and very curvy. I met her at her gate after a two hour delay and we finally loaded her single bag in the rear seat and headed home. She described a dreadful flight

I was on holiday with my mom and my aunt who is a few years younger than my mom, It was dinner time and they were going down to the restaurant for dinner my aunt had just had a shower and had not left enough time for mom to shower, they left leaving me on my own in our room all alone as I made some excuse about not feeling to well as soon as they left I went straight to the clothes my aunt had left on the bathroom floor found her used panties

*** If like me, you have a passion for spike heels, stockings, fine lingerie, and above all else, slips as worn by women who like to exert control over men, then this story is for you. Based upon my own experience. *** As he came into room he saw her, sitting in front of the mirror brushing her long hair. In an instant he savored the sight. The four inch spike heels arched her calves, the deep lace trim of her slinky black slip riding up over her crossed legs to reveal a

Lynn and Greg loaded up in Lynn’s luxury car and drove off to the institute. As they arrived Greg observed the immaculately landscaped grounds and beautiful building. They entered where Carla was waiting. She was dressed smart wearing a brown satin blouse with bronze colored silk pants with dark heels. Carla and Lynn Hugged and embraced. Lynn introduced Carla to Greg as Mrs. Carla. Mrs. Carla examined young Greg with a smile. She reached out and held his face up to her and said “so you’re the young man who enjoys fiddling around with satin slips are

author’s name: silk Sweat was trickling down Greg’s young face as he worked in the hot warehouse. The company sold floor tiles. From time to time gorgeous sales ladies would walk into the warehouse from the showroom looking for samples. Greg could hear her shoes tapping as she walked, then he smelled her lovely perfume as she neared him. He turned his head and she smiled. She was wearing a light blue business outfit that consisted of a skirt and blazer with a pale blue satin blouse. Her name was Lynn she was in her

Part one author’s name: silk     Sweat was trickling down Greg’s young face as he worked in the hot warehouse. The company sold floor tiles. From time to time gorgeous sales ladies would walk into the warehouse from the showroom looking for samples. Greg could hear her shoes tapping as she walked, then he smelled her lovely perfume as she neared him. He turned his head and she smiled. She was wearing a light blue business outfit that consisted of a skirt and blazer with a pale blue satin blouse. Her name was Lynn she

Kelly was 14 when it all started, and while she wasn’t supermodel material she was certainly pretty, fairly well-developed and quite popular with the boys at our school. We had been pretty close during our pre-teen years, and were often left alone, so were very used to each other’s company. There had been a few experimental games of ‘doctor and nurse’ in previous years, but they weren’t entirely sexual, more out of curiosity and boredom. However when I hit the hormone years I started to get very, very curious about girls. Naturally my step-sister, being the

Chapter one: how it began Lisa wondered why it was that despite her successful career in middle management and a plethora of dating options consequent to her tall, blond good looks, she still felt empty and unhappy. In fact she didn’t much like dating – all too often she would find the guy’s shallow attempts to impress, to make her laugh, and to get into her jeans to be frustratingly unsatisfying. She usually delivered a forceful rejection to each guy, and even went on to instruct him on how to improve his life. Her career was

Two of my four sister in laws came to visit us on Easter Sunday, Mary is 32 and married and Bridie is 16 and to my knowledge hasnt had a boyfriend yet. Bridie has gone from a geeky kid into a very attractive young lady, and I`ll be honest, I`d love to give her a good fucking. Anyway, we`d had our dinner and the kids started moaning that they wanted to go out to play. After much pleading I gave in, Mary wanted to chat with my wife, so Bridie agreed to come with us. Off we

Since I have been married (15 years) I have had a sister-in-law that has been a tease ever since. Let’s call her Nancy . She is a very attractive woman and just as sexy. We have known that there has been a tension between us since I first started to date her sister, my wife. I don’t know how many times I had to masterbate after seeing her pool side. One day we had to go and pick up her car and drove together. Somehow the conversation led to me telling her that I have jacked

Sally Brown. Just the mention of her name made my stomach flutter. I was eighteen at the time, about to finish school, hopelessly naive, and a virgin. I remember the first time I noticed her. I was standing in line to buy a ticket to a film, when the girl in front of me bent to pick some fallen object from the ground. Wearing a long, pleated navy skirt and white blouse, her shining auburn hair drifted down her back, and I could smell her perfume. Her skirt opened as she stooped, and I saw a flash

Every Friday my sister used to get off work at noon time and my mom and I would always go pick her up. I usually looked forward to these days because usually the three of us would go out for lunch. One Friday about three years ago my mom and I left as usual but half way down town we got a call from my sister saying she was going to have to take the bus home later since she had to work late. My mom and I decided that since we were

I am male and heterosexual, but have always loved wearing slips and other lingerie, but mainly slips. I prefer full slips, as they feel so sensual and turn me on. I normally shop in charity shops, as they provide good value and ready access to full slips. They are not always available in mainstream stores nowadays. Anyway, one day I was out shopping. I was wearing my usual gear, i.e. a black, silky 36C bra, a pair of stockings and suspenders, nylon pants, and a full slip. I wore t-shirt and trousers as well. I’d been in

One summer day When I was fifteen my mom sent over to my granny’s house to help her go shopping. I had brought my friend Joe and granny had her friend Maggie join us. We set off to the mall. My granny looks like Mrs. Howell off of Gilligans Island if any of you remember that show. She was about five foot five, small boobs-b cup I think, bottle blonde hair. She was very upscale classy looking lady. Her friend Maggie was much the same way. We must have a million stores that day.

   One day, I was sitting in my room and the phone rang.  It was her.  “I’m going shopping for clothes.  Would you like to come?” She said in a sexy, seductive voice.  I said, “Why not? I’m not doing anything right now. How about I take you?”  She said, “Fine.  Mom was going to, but I’d rather have you take me.  I’ll tell her.  Meet you outside.”    I jumped up and got the keys to my car, and drove next door to her driveway where she was waiting.  She was wearing a green sundress.  Scoop neckline

I know a buddy of mine who always has a big smile on his face and I asked him one day why he is always so happy. Brett told me he had recently taken a part time job as a salesman at a upscale ladies shoe store. He mentioned that not only was he supplementing his income but he was getting an opportunity to look up a woman’s skirt and getting paid while doing it. My buddy is a good looking guy and the lucky guy is the only male employee who works there along with

I was returning Karen & John’s vacuum cleaner. Mine had blown up a couple of weeks earlier, and I hadn’t spent the money to fix it or buy a new one yet. I didn’t know either Karen or John particularly well; they had only moved into our duplex about 3 or 4 months before, and what with work schedules and all, I only ran into them at the mailbox or front door a few times for a couple of seconds. Anyway, Karen answered the door, and as I thanked her for the use of the appliance, she

When I was 18, I accompanied my parents on a out-of-town trip to attend an Uncle’s wedding. We arrived late the night before the wedding after a two-day car journey. We were staying at a hotel near the church where the wedding was held. My parents dropped me off at my grandmother’s house and went out shopping for a last minute wedding present. My grandmother, Grandma Rose, lived alone in an old, modest house. My father was one of 11 boys that my grandmother raised. No girls in that family. I remember staying there

Zipping down the road, Sheila enjoyed the breeze blowing across her legs.  She hadn’t pulled her skirt back in place, so she could feel the cooling effect on her skin, especially between her thighs.  It didn’t help the throbbing in her clit, however.  Nothing would help that but more stimulation.  She would have loved to have pulled over and satisfied herself, but she was late. “What’s wrong with right now?” she asked.  Not bothering to answer, she dropped her left hand into her lap and pushed her skirt back out of the way.  Spreading her legs

Jumping into her little Honda Civic, Sheila sped off to the gas station.  She pulled into the full service lane and waited for the attendant.  Usually it was young Ronnie, the owners’ son, but sometimes big Ron, the owner waited on her.  Sheila had noticed in the past they always made very sure her windshield was extra clean.  Looking down, she noticed her dress had split open and slid back up her thighs.  Even from her angle Sheila could see her panties.  I’ll bet young Ronnie creams his jeans when he gets a look at my bush.

A very busy morning as the secretary to the head of Marketing left Sheila with little time to think about the events of the early morning. But a voice saying “Sheila would you like to have a cup of coffee with me?” brought it all back. Turning around she saw her new fried Claire leaning over her desk. Sheila had another long look down Claire’s dress at her lovely tits before looking up to meet her eyes. “Since its 10:00 I think that’s a great idea”. Sheila

Sheila let her hand run across the fabric of the bras in the drawer.  “I think something very sheer today.  Pink, maybe.  This should do nicely” she thought holding up a pink underwire with see-through cups.  Opening the drawer on the right, she selected a pair of pink nylon bikini panties, completely sheer except for the double layer crotch.  Selecting a pink garter belt and black nylons, she dressed in her selections before facing the mirror.  Looking back was a stunning dark-haired women, 5’6″ with long legs and full but firm breasts.  She stepped closer to the

Lisa Lorraine Bishop-Sullivan sat across from Bill on her white leather loveseat, her deep tangerine skirt riding high on her long shapely tanned legs. Her full breasts were straining at the thin material of her tight stretch top, her nipples plainly visible, hard, erect, shouting “touch me, Bill” mockingly across the room. Her tiny feet and ankles were framed in a beautiful pair of white stilettos with very thin straps around the ankles. Her face was radiant and lovely as always. Yeah, OK, she was getting to be a pain in the ass for him, but what

My father left when I was 12 years old and shortly after that my Godmother Betty began to take a special interest in me. She stopped at our house often, brought meals and took me out to plays and concerts. Betty was about 40 at the time, a large woman with huge voluptuous breasts. She was five years older than my mother and treated her like a little sister. My general impression was that Betty was a lesbian, since she lived with a woman and my mother always avoided questions about her, including why she never got

This incident occurred a few months ago. My mother-in-law a rather shapely lady in her middle 40’s still had that electricity to make any man take a second look . Been a rather shapely, slim, tall, modern women wearing clothing from sarees to dresses any skirts with rather skimpy tops was no exception to my eye’s. From the shape of her saree blouse and fitting tops it was easy to see that she had excellent well shaped boobs. She would often wear thin skirts or her nighty and walk around the house. I was especially fond of

Now what am I going to do? The question struck to my core. For months, I had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in people’s homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don’t know your host. My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, and a small article in our newspaper had piqued my interest. I’m sure Steven would admit that it piqued his as well. From Steven’s perspective, he lost weekend days and nights with me, but he gained

I am a shoe salesman. I work at GERARD’S, which is a small up scale independant shoe store in west L.A. We sell women’s shoes, and, in order to compete with the big stores we have to give the customers reasons to come in to our store rather than going to the competition. One of those reasons is our policy of service to the customers. The boss says, “Treat ’em like they just bought a dozen pairs, whether they ever spend a dime or not.” That meant measuring every foot, and helping them on and

When I was late 18 I began doing odd jobs for our neighbor Miss Grace, who was then about 50-ish and had been widowed. These jobs included a bit of gardening, cleaning the gutters, washing her car, etc. Mom didn’t mind my going over there and the pocket money was good. Several months later, one summer day I was standing cleaning some leaves out of the gutter when I found I could look into her bathroom and there she was stepping into a shower. I only saw her bum but it was enough to make me

I used to spend a lot of time in the bathroom of my parents’ bedroom, peering through a crack in the door as my aunt undressed. She’d call to me not to come out until she said so, unaware that I could see her quite clearly. I’d watch as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her large breasts, always in a basic white bra. The mere fact that I was spying on her was enough to arouse me, but the sight of her bra made me even harder. I’d continue watching as my aunt took off her slacks,

              When I was young, I had a downstairs bed-room all by myself.  My bathroom was down the hall adjacent to the laundry room.  A small florescent light was always left on in the laundry room so I could find my way to the bathroom at night.  Often when I would make my way to the bathroom, I would stop and admire and feel the panties that my mom had hung to dry on the drying rack.  She had many different colors, white, blue, pink, and ivory.  She also had some green and yellow ones

Around three years ago I was on a job for a divorced very attractive woman named Donna.  She was probably in her middle 30s.  I was 26.  Anyway I install carpet. I had all the old stuff outside when it started pouring.  By the time I was finished loading it into my van I was soaked.  When I got back inside Donna suggested I put my wet clothes into the dryer.  I told her I didn’t have anything else to put on she said don’t worry she would find something.  So I went into the bathroom and

   The next morning, I woke up with a woody.  This, of course, wasn’t really unusual.  After all, I was 13 years old.  Any morning following any night that I didn’t have a wet dream — and even some when I did — I could count on having a rager in my underwear as I rolled out of bed.  The usual result of this was that I’d have to stand over the toilet for at least five minutes, waiting for my erection to die down, so that I could take my first leak of the day. 

Hi Sonia, Just wanted to say you have a great site! You’re very pretty and have the sexiest lingerie. I’ve had a slip fetish for many years now, and have run into several situations were I’ve taken or masturbated with a women’s half-slip. There’s nothing sexier than catching a glimpse of a women’s half slip. Here is a story of something that happed to me several years ago. I hope you’re not offended. * * * When I was young and my hormones were out of control, I had a crush on a woman that lived across

By Bob  While I was in the basement watching the Avon lady thrilling herself with Caroline’s young body, I could hear the distant rumblings of thunder.  After I watched Larry follow the Avon lady down the dead-end street I hurried outside to dismantle my camera fearing it would get soaked in the approaching storm.  I packed up the sound equipment and left it by the door. Caroline was passed out and it’d be hours before she would come to.  My curiosity got the better of me and I took a walk down the dead-end street.  Approaching Kathy’s

by Bob ************ Note:  This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex.  This is a work of fiction, and is only intended to be read as a fantasy.  Just as some women have fantasies of rape, but would never actually want to be raped, this story is only a fantasy and neither the author, nor the site on which the story is posted, would condone these acts in reality.  If you are offended by this type of fantasy please DON’T READ THIS STORY. ************  As August wore on I didn’t have much work at the young couples house.