She closed her eyes and felt him. His arms around her bare shoulders. His lean hard body pressed hard against hers. He had a gently way of making love... taking his time... cool and relaxed. He allowed the feeling build... gradually until it was more. He had long fingers that he knew instinctively how to stroke. He stroked her eyes, pulling her face to his and kissing her closed eyes.

I am a successful restaurant owner. I have had numerous of restaurant throughout my life, but recently, my son encouraged me to open another. It has been one year, and we are quite successful with our new venture. We are actually quite surprised how quickly our little place has taken off. We have a long list of regulars who enjoy our cuisine. Owning and operating a restaurant has its difficulties.

She accepted the gift with more than a drop of reluctance. She never saw herself as kinky and was not interested in the various fetish realms. And yet, the Hosiery given held a special mystery as if she was about to open Pandoras Box and be enlightened by the secret within. Her boyfriend Gregg just couldnt wait. He was so eager to get her home and see her in her special gift. As they drove home, they discussed the Hosiery and the depths of the leg fetish. Sandra looked directly into Greggs eyes and was more than a bit mystified.

Being gay has always been a blessing. I knew I was gay, the moment I had any sexually urgings. So it was not surprising, that my first sexual experience was with another guy. My life has been full of relationships, both rewarding and meaningless with other men! I met him as I did many of the men I have slept with, at a club. He was alone... sitting at the bar, and looking quite nervous.

She hurried from the store, her bag of groceries nestled against her chest as she ran to her car trying her best to miss the rain drops. She was not doing very well... her hair was damp and she felt her wet shirt clinging to her back. The car seemed so far away. She berated herself that she asked for her groceries to be bagged in paper versus plastic. It was an old habit... she was thinking of the environment, instead of common sense.

Her beauty stemmed like a rose. Her hair having the essence of a garden in spring. And her eyes glowed with the truth of love... She stood, breathtakingly on the crest looking up at the full moon. Her hands were spread high above her head. Her slender body was covered with a thin piece of white fabric... It looked... like a ceremonial gown. She was praying to the moon for guidance and enlightenment. Marcs eyes started to hurt and lowered the binoculars from his eyes.

I was born one of a set of twins. I wouldnt say that Paul and I are good looking in any way. We are average guys that more often than not have no dates on Friday Night. We were both tired of this arrangement and decided to do something about it. It actually was Pauls idea. He brought to my attention that we just needed to plunge ourselves into a tight hole. Any hole would do...

There was smoke where none should be. A smell arouse and deepened. It was an unidentified smell. Sweetness and bitterness combined. It laid heavy in the air like a wet rag. The air moved around and swirled down at her feet. She tried desperately to look through the smoke, but was unable to even see her feet any longer. She wasnt fearful, but rather at peace and rather aroused.

The mind is a powerful tool. When used creatively it can be enjoyable and exciting. Close the eyes and image me... a women filled with promise. Filled with sexual essence waiting... struggling to burst forward and explode all over. A women with needs that only you can fill. A women that loves to love you. But, darling Freddy... I am a women that needs to have a more fulfilling sexual encounter... then what you have been providing me. Remember last night.

Granted I may be weird, but I have this thing about panties. I can not explain how it got started, but I just know it is... It happens mostly when I go to the bathroom in public washrooms. It happened just a few moments ago, my boyfriend knowing nothing about it. We went to dinner, like usual... and I needed to pee. I seem to need to pee more often when I am out then when I am at home. So I went to the womens bathroom.