I looked at the arrival board for the umpteenth time. Debs plane was late, nearly an hour late. I had been pacing back and forth, nervous as could anyone could be. Finally I saw by the board that her plane had landed and a few minutes after that I got a call on my cell phone from Deb. She was following the signs toward baggage claim. My heart began beating a little faster and my nervousness almost overwhelmed me. At the Northwest terminal in Detroit, the passengers descend an escalator to the baggage claim area.

Not long ago I embarked upon an adventure into the French Quarter with Blaise, the man of my dreams. In fact, he was probably the dream man for most women -- tall, dark, and handsome, and, most importantly, that special something that tells you that you are the only one. We strolled up to our courtyard hotel, carrying our few bags, with the hope of getting a room with a balcony overlooking Royal Street. It was close to noon and we had just had a very French brunch -- Eggs Benedict with Hollandaise sauce -- ummm, so savory! After checking in we went up the old wood-carved, railed staircase. The rich floral carpet beneath our feet was luxurious and spoke of elegant days gone

It was a hard rain. The type of rain that soaks you through, soaks you even though youre wearing an overcoat. I had never felt so wet before. I managed to make it through the door to the restaurant and stood there in the foyer, dripping. The water poured off my hat onto my collar, down my overcoat, and on to my already drenched feet. I shook the water off and best I could and stared out the front window. This rain wasnt going to let up soon.

Weve been meeting for several weeks for coffee and Ive always been a perfect gentleman. Our conversations on-line have been so sexy, and Ive enjoyed them so much. But I enjoy our weekly coffee just as much because I get to see your lovely face. I look forward to seeing you, just as you look forward to seeing me. Afterwards, outside in the parking lot, we always kiss. A little peck on the cheek. This time, however, we stop between our vehicles and I move in closer to you. For a moment we stare looking into each others eyes. An awkward moment.

I lay in bed and watched you dress. Our afternoon together in my hotel room was unbelievable! Each time we made love was better the time before and every time you took me inside you -- in your pussy and in your mouth -- I thought that I would die of ecstasy. I loved everything about the experience -- your taste, your smell, the feel of your naked skin against mine, the feel of you on

Mystique knelt naked on the bed, her blindfolded head pushing into the bedspread, her arms outstretched and tethered by soft cords to the bedposts, her heart racing as she imagined what was in store for her. The only information that she had was some stirring in the bathroom where her lover was making preparations. The cool air from the air conditioner touched her raised ass and her exposed pussy. This was the third time she had met her internet lover.

Jody and Joe were friends. They were also partners. They were also cops. At the precinct they were known as Jo-Jo. Or sometimes Go-Go. Jo-Jo because of their similar names and Go-Go because if there was a chase, they were the team to be in it. Jody could drive with the best of them. She loved to speed down the highway, chasing down some dope that thought he could outrun her.

It was one of those hot August nights. The type of night when you just want to sit on the patio and wait for a little breeze to come along to take the heat off your body, if only for a moment. I was sitting on the chaise lounge finishing off the last of my nice cool lemonade. It was nearly midnight and the stars were out in all of their glory. I was thinking about getting up the energy to go get another drink when my husband John

To say that the circumstances of my first meeting with Wendy Jayne were unusual is an understatement. I was just pushing my hard cock into this gorgeous asshole, when the woman turned around, looked at me with lust on her face, and said "hi". Yep, it was Wendy. And I was part of her gang-bang adventure. I was travelling in Australia and was visiting a friend with whom I had gone to grad school. Dave was always preoccupied with sex, so it is not surprising that after a

In retrospect I think that I was always attracted to women. In high school I always thought the cheerleaders were kind of cute and even a little sexy in those outfits, shaking their pom-poms and turning cartwheels. And I enjoyed looking through my boyfriends Playboy. I thought that I just enjoyed looking at beautiful things, including women, but I now realize that I was attracted to them sexually. When I met Steve, he and I hit it off right away in bed. He knew what to do to get me off and was very good at it. After about two years of marriage, however, I had come to think that something was missing from our sex life.