HER FAVORITE UNDERWEAR BRNGS BACK MEMORIES

He had given her the crotchless panties as a gift for Valentine's Day. When she wore them for the first time, they made passionate love. It was a long time since Valentine's, but sometimes, when she's alone and in the mood for something extra, she'll put them on. Just the feel brings back the memories and she's instantly aroused. She loves to open her legs, recalling how she revealed the panties to him, and how he took her with an intensity unmatched in their usual sex life.

SHOWER POWER!

She love-loves-loves her showerhead. Who can blame her?

CAR FLASH

THE SWING SHIFT

Carl and Deb had been married a long time--since high school. Carl was in construction, the electric trade, but the economy had been tough the last couple years. When he finally got a sub-contract at a new housing development, he took it. It was long hours, but he was glad for the work. The long days left him away from Deb, working a lot on his own. He had to get the entire house wired for the finish crew--he had to have all the wires in before the dry wall crew came to hang the sheet rock and tape and mud, and the cabinet makers to install, and such. He worked overtime alone.

Deb would come with his dinner. Taking a short break, they started thinking about something fun to do. After so many years of marriage, their bedroom sex life was pretty dull. Carl was always so tired, and so stressed about getting fired. But on site, he still had energy, and Deb was renewed with the thrill of doing it on the construction site liked they did when they were first married.

Deb was snooping around while Carl ate, when she found a hole cut into wall where the electric was going to go. She saw Carl on the other side, and motioned for him to come over. It didn't take Carl long to realize what she had in mind. He dropped his pants and pushed his cock through to her waiting mouth.

They were having a good time when the finishing crew showed up. The foreman hadn't warned Carl that he'd sent the crew in early to try to push the schedule. The crew stood in disbelief, seeing Carl on one side of the wall and Deb on her knees on the other side.

Jim, the leader of the crew was not amused. The foreman had stern words about the electric taking too long, and falling behind schedule could get them all fired. There were plenty of unemployed in the construction trade ready to take their jobs. Carl knew that he could be fired on the spot if Jim reported him. Deb seemed to pick up on the tension, too. She could see the look on Jim's face, and the worry on Carl's.

"I'm here to help things along," said Deb. Carl had pulled out and hitched up his pants. Jim looked at Deb and then at the hole in the wall. He face relaxed and he smiled.

"Oh, you're on the crew then," he said. "Well that's different."

Deb returned his smile and staring at the bulge in his Carhartts, gestured him behind the wall. Soon Jim's cock was wagging through the hole and Deb took it up. She sucked him hard and fast and he came like a man who had needed to cum for months. Before she could wipe her mouth, another cock was inserted. She finished off each of the crew in turn. Some would work while she worked. She could hear the hammers and saws and heavy boots clomping around the job site. The smell of plaster and sawdust and adhesive was a real turn on.

That night, both Carl and Deb returned home exhausted, but so aroused by the turn of events, they made love in bed like they had when they were first married. Carl had overheard the crew bragging about Deb giving the best head they'd ever gotten and had made comments that Carl was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the crew. Carl had always found Deb attractive, but hearing it from the workers reinforced it. He felt like his wife was the hottest thing ever and that he was, indeed, a lucky son-of-a-bitch.

The next night they returned, and noticed the crew had drawn all over the wall. It'd soon be mudded and painted over, but the comments proved how excited the men had become for their own job-site glory hole.

Deb stripped and took her position. She serviced the crew again in turn. The morale had definitely improved and work picked up. They finished two days ahead of schedule and were all given small bonuses by the foreman. The foreman never knew exactly what had turned the crew around, or why they smiled so much when collecting their final paychecks. He noticed that they were al very loyal to Carl, and had nothing but good things to say about his work. So the foreman decided he'd hire Carl again for the next big project.

BRIDE TO BE

She was getting dressed for her wedding, thinking about the wedding, but already eager for the honeymoon.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

Many years ago, we lived in Colorado. We were both teachers, and had our summers off. We loved to hike the back country.

In summer, it'd get hot, even in the alpine zone. Sweaty, dirty clothes were uncomfortable, and we preferred to be nude most days. We'd hike and set camp and swim in the remote lakes. Complete freedom, and very happy memories.

SELF-HELP

Sometimes, when she is in the mood, but I am not, she'll lay back and say, "Let me take care of it."

It's not that I'm lazy, or not inspired by her. But sometimes, when you live with someone day in and day out, you're not in the mood 100% of the time.

She also likes to be watched. It gets her that much more excited to know that I am on the bed, watchign her fingers explore adn dip into her wetness.

WINDOW WATCHING

In the mornings, she often rolls up from bed to peek out the window and consider the weather and what she might wear. She knows, as she watches, that I am watching her, rubbing sleep from my eyes, still bleary, but morning hard. She knows how much I love the sight of her natural breasts hanging, and her round, smooth butt, and the thatch of thick curls between her legs. More than once, I've leaned over to inhale her scent, slightly musky from sleep, and burrowed my tongue in for a taste. Other times, charged with more energy of a good night's sleep, I'll come up behind her and mount her. We won't even say a word, but she knows, and has grown wet with anticipation.

GREEN RIVER

She peels off her clothes, and especially the jogging bra. It leaves marks. But soon the water will erase traces of clothes. She will remember the sensation of water and skin, skinny dipping, free.

FINGER DEEP

BEACH DARE

We normally like to plan our vacations in the off-season, less crowds, cheaper prices. We had no idea that if we went to a popular nude beach in September, we'd have it to ourselves.

The first day of fall had not officially arrived, so, technically, it was still summer. It was cooler, but still warm, sunny. Nice. Maybe it was the season, or the fact that we'd come in the middle of the week, but we walked out onto an empty beach. We stripped and laid out. After half an hour, we still hadn't seen anyone. My wife leaned over, and asked if I wanted a special vacation present--to help relax and forget about work.

Sure, I said.

She reach for me and began to rub me. Being naked outside, I was instantly turned on. "Here?" I asked.

"I'll keep my eye out," she said, and leaned forward, taking me into her mouth.

YOUR TURN FOR THE SHOWER

They were on a trip and sharing a hotel room. Kimmi had taken her shower and was starting to get ready when Lola thought the steamed mirrored looked cool, and that they should document their big adventure.

UPSHIRT

Everyone's heard of an 'down blouse' shot, and an 'upskirt' shot. What about an 'upshirt' shot?

Sarah demonstrates.

SEXUAL REVOLUTION

Baby Boomers claim they invented sex. drugs, and rock and roll. They like to point to the 'Summer of Love' and Woodstock. In contrast, the 1950s may have seemed straight-laced, even prudish. Anyone who looks a little closer at history knows the '50s did, in fact, invent rock and roll, had plenty of drugs, and yes, sex, too.

SUN AT LAST

For spring break, my group of friends decided to ride to the Redwoods and camp for a few days and hike. We found a cool little campground at Elk Prairie, where there were a few spots for RVs and tents. For most of the trip it was cool and overcast, especially in the mornings. We didn't realize how much cooler it was in the Redwoods. But one day the sun burned off the pacific fog, and it warmed right up. Dan's girlfriend said she wanted to soak up some sun while it was out. She changed into a string bikini.

We all knew she had a smoking body, but wed only seen it in shorts and sports bras, and other camp clothing--we'd never seen her so stripped down. The string bikini left practically nothing to the imagination. And when she lay on her towel, it seemed to bunch up. We tried not to be too obvious, but none of the guys could keep their eyes off of her. I tried to take a picture, but this is the best I could get without being too obvious.

NEW CAMERA

She got a new camera and wanted to test it out. She had no one else to use as a model, so she set up her mirror and tried some self-portraits. The more she did, the more creative she got. She liked the pattern of the parquet floor, and how her legs looked liked an 'M' when she stood over her mirror, bending her knees.

She was in a photography class, but wasn't sure if she'd submit this roll to her teacher. Maybe... he was sort of hot and seemed to stare at her as she worked in the darkroom...

MADMEN









My girlfriend and I have been watching Madmen lately.

Set in the early 1960s, the hit series revolves around the world of the fictitious Sterling Cooper ad agency on Madison Ave in NY. As the characters struggle to stay a step ahead of the rapidly changing times, the series also depicts authentically the roles of men and women in this era while exploring the true human nature beneath the guise of 1960s traditional family values. Cocktails flow and affairs are as regular as dining out. Perhaps one of the most interesting and tense elements is the suggestiveness not of main character Don Draper's steamy extra-martial romances, but the one in his own bedroom.

This has lead my girlfriend and I to a new fantasy. If Don and Betty Draper were real, and if my girlfriend and I could somehow have a time machine to this fictional moment, and if we were all drunk after a dinner party, and they offered to swing. We'd become swingers for them.

HER WAY

She loves to use her toy in the front and reach back. It gets her every time.

HER TURN

An open invitation to place your face close, and taste. She raises her legs, says you like? You nod. She has let her hair grow again, and it tickles. You can't wait.

WATCH US! - mw4mw - 35

Thank you all for looking at our ad. We are a mid-30s couple who really want to be watched. We think that this would be a huge turn on for both of us being able to perform in front of a couple and having a couple preform for us! We have both done similar things with other partners but this will be the first time with each other. We hope to find another fun willing couple that thinks this would be a great idea as well. She wants to stare into the eyes of a woman as she's having an orgasm while being taken in the back. We would love to talk with you and hope to hear from some couple looking to expand their boundaries and have some fun with us. Look forward to talking with you soon J&K


 

BACK TO SCHOOL

She wanted to send him off with something to remember her. She had an idea, although hadn't tried it before. She grabbed her camera, her toy, and the mirror from the closet.

ANGIE

Angie and I met at a party. Neither of us were attracted to each other at first sight, but when I put my arm around her shoulder while joking, we felt the immediate physical connection. Our bodies fit just perfectly. With a week or two, we had slept together. There was no denying then. Our love making was athletic. I loved that she let her tuff of pubic hair grow. She shaved the sides, but let its length grown out in the middle. I loved that we'd make love until we were soaking in sweat, sucking hard for air. Like most things so passionate, it didn't last, but while it did, it was really really good.

BIG

She was not a big girl and 10" was perhaps far more than she could accommodate. But she would try. Yes, she would try.

Split

This picture tells a story. I could tell you one. But it's such a good one to look at, and bring your own story to it.

WATER SO CLEAR

HAPPY WIFE

A reader's submission with the following observation: "If the wife ain't happy, ain't no one happy."

GEARSHIFT

She always wondered what it would feel like. One night, returning home from a party, she was just buzzed enough to find out.

THE PANTS IN FRANCE

Why are foreign women so damn sexy?

DOUBLE DIP

NOT THAT LONG AGO

It's funny. I was thinking of her the other day, and for some reason I couldn't remember her name. Se was not a girlfriend, not even a close friend, but we were romantic. Maybe that's putting it too politely: we had sex. A sexual relationship. It was like a "fling," but that usually implies that one of us was escaping a serious relationship to have such a fling. It wasn't an "affair" because that usually means someone is cheating. It wasn't a one night stand or a "hook up" because we did hang out as friends, and it went on for a few months.

She first emailed me on Myspace, I believe, said we'd gone to the same university. We didn't know each other then, but that my profile looked interesting and she just wanted to say hi. And I wrote back, because she seemed cool. Similar taste in music, especially. We eventually met in person and hit it off right away, like we actually had gone to school together. We went to backyard bbqs and coffeeshops and movies, and dive bars. She was fun to be around. The kind of girl who always put a few dollars in the juke box, the kind of girl who would call a cab and say you should come home with her to be safe and that she'd fix coffee. Next thing you know, you're in her bed, and it's innocent enough, but hands can't stay off each other. Hands reach for skin, arms wrap and you are drunk and she is drunk and you both know it and know that sloppy wild drunk sex is a great way to end the night.

She was from a small town on the coast originally, and her dad was into computers in the early 80s, before they hit. I can remember those stories. She had become a computer expert in her own right and had accepted a job in Seattle for Microsoft. Something about international security and the internet. It was high paying, highly classified stuff, and before she moved, she had a large advance. She bought all the drinks, and got me drunk, and got the cab, and took me home to her place. Each night more stuff was packed in boxes. It was a clear visual that our time was coming to an end. Perhaps for this reason we got even more wild and more urgent.

She was not a BBW exactly, or maybe she was. She was my height, and probably weighed 50 pounds more than me. She was a big girl, but proportioned. She had large, full breasts. To that point, I'd mostly been with smaller girls with perky B-cups. When she rode me, her breasts flopped down in my face. They practically smothered me. I loved it. She could roll around with me, and it was equal. There was nothing delicate about it. When we discovered anal together, that's practically all we did. I fit into her backside easily and she loved it. She loved rolling on her side and having me mount her, my cock popping into her butt. As I fucked her, I could watch her huge tits flop. I could fuck her as hard as I possibly could in the ass, and she could take it. Again and again, she always wanted more.

Each night we repeated. Drinks, a cab, and fucking. Her neatly arranged room became scattered as she packed, and then the boxes, and then, just a mattress and us, flesh and flesh slapping together in the bare room. And then she left.

I can remember the size and shape of her large purple nipples, and how coarse her pubic hair was, trimmed with scissors. I can recall that her dad paid for tennis camp for her even before they'd struck it rich in the dot-com boom. But I can't, now, for the life of me, recall her name. I went back to MySpace, but the old emails had long since been deleted.

BEACH BEAVER