MEMORIAL DAY

What did you do over your Memorial Day weekend? Barb used hers to make some new friends.

HIS WIFE AND ANOTHER MAN

They had gone to there first swingers event. He liked seeing his wife for the first time with another man.

WICKER COUCH

When I'd come to visit her, she liked to have sex wearing a tight corset. She loved being dominated, flipped over, her butt in the air, taken hard from behind. As if that wasn't enough, she'd take a large jelly dildo, and jam it in her ass, and fuck herself silly as I pounded her. The wicker couch would creak as if it was about to break, and I think the sound turned her on even more. Man, she loved sex.

VODKA

Vodka can get you really drunk.

LOOKING GOOD IN LACE

Lingerie has such a fine way of drawing attention to certain parts.

JAZZ AGE

A seriously sexy flapper from the roaring '20s. The Boomers like to claim they invented sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but if I had a time machine, I sure like to see the party being thrown in the '20s.

I SEE PARIS, I SEE FRANCE, I SEE SOMEONE'S UNDERPANTS

I remember the thrill of catching a glimpse of panties. Not just the soft and often silky fabric, but the hint of what was underneath.

BATH MAT QUICKE

WOOL SKIRT

Amy used to work as a receptionist in a high-power law firm. There's someting in that energy that got to her, and she began being more and more daring. She'd wear perfectly pressed suits and slacks, and form-fitting skirts, with hight heels. But instead of pantyhose, she began to wear stockings and a garter. Seated behind her desk, few saw the change, but when she needed to make copies or run other small office errands, a few of the men glanced down and noticed the small outline of her garter clips. They never said anything, but their eyes said they approved.

This made Amy even more daring, and she began to wear no underwear to work. There was no way for anyone in the office to know this, but she knew, and that's what made it so exciting to her. It was her little secret.

Like most young women with ambition, she wasn't going to stay a receptionist at that firm forever. When she gave them her two-weeks notice, the length of her skirts, although still professional, got shorter and shorter and shorter.

PHOTOS LOST, THEN FOUND

My wife and I took a vacation last summer. Coming back exhausted and jet-lagged, I guess I must have forgotten to clear the memory card after uploading them to my computer.

We hadn't used the camera since then, and just had it hanging around the house. My friend Allan asked to borrow it, and I said sure. It's not a very expensive camera and it's several years old by now. I lend it to friends whenever if they need it for anything.

Just a couple weeks ago, I grabbed the camera and discovered that our vacation photos were still on the card, including a couple of my wife on a deserted beach, when we decided to go skinny dipping.

At first I panicked. Allan wouldn't have gone back through my files, would he? Had he seen the moment private to just my wife and I? The photos weren't totally graphic, luckily, but one did show her spreading for me. After the panic settled and I realized there was nothing I could really do, the idea actually began to turn me on. I liked the thought of Allan and my other friends seeing what I was able to see, my sexy young wife. So I share them here.

BATHING SUIT

Normally she wore her bathing suit. It felt good to finally be on the beach without it. Her skin was so pale, from a distance, it almost looked like she was still wearing one.

OFF ROAD QUICKIE

They scanned the road for a safe place to pull off. They found a side road off the main highway and parked. They jumped out and she yanked down his pants and took him, already hard, in her mouth. As she squatted, her skirt bunched up. She wasn't wearing any underwear because she'd taken them off in the car. She'd masturbated in the passenger seat as he drove. She'd given herself a powerful orgasm, but he had to concentrate on the driving, keeping his eyes on the road. So it was his turn, and she'd give him quick release, but they just needed to find a place to pull over.

FREEDOM

A beach. The sun, the wind. You, exactly as you are. Beautiful and free.

YOGURT BREAK

Cute girl in a cute apartment, eating some yogurt, with french-press coffee on the counter from the morning. She hasn't put any clothes on yet. She's just taking a break to get fortified and go back to bed. No back to sleep, of course, just back to bed.

THE NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR

Before we moved, we lived next door to a family that had a swimming pool and a daughter who was once my babysitter. She always seemed so much older than me. When she was my babysitter, she must have been only a sixth grader, maybe 12 or 13 at the most, yet she was given the full authority of the house and the responsibility of a grown up when my parents left. I of course feared, respected, and mostly obeyed her authority when I was young. By the time I was in sixth grade, and no longer needed a babysitter, she was in high school. My attention to her had changed as my interested turned toward girls--though I knew nothing about them, hadn't dated any, hadn't even kissed one. So it fascinated me to spy on her whenever I could. My favorite was after school, before either of our parents had come home from work. On hot days, she would lay out beside the pool, unaware of my curious eyes, and the lessons she was teaching me.

SPRING SPRUNG

Oh Spring. I love it when women wear only light tops with thin straps and no bras. You can always see their nipples poking at the thin fabric, and each time they learn down a view of pale cleavage. Sometimes you can just imagine those straps slipping off.

HOT TUB SALE


This is how you sell hot tubs.

JEN IN COLLEGE

My college girlfriend, Jen, had a thick patch of naturally blonde pubic hair when we first started dating. For some reason (this was the mid-90s) the trend was quickly becoming trimmed or even shaved. Sometimes we'd look at porn together and she'd hint that maybe one day she'd surprise me and be shaved completely bare. One day, she did.

NAKED @ CAMP

There was a YWCA camp I went to as a kid on the Oregon Coast in the 70s. It wasn't a nudist camp, or at least it wasn't officially a nudist camp, but a clothing-optional culture had developed. It wasn't like someone officially decided that nudity woudl become part of the Westwind experience. No one really knows how it started, but in the late 60s, a lot of people at Woodstock, or the Vortex concert, or Golden Gate Park, had gone naked publicly. People who had lived on communes were accustomed to shed their clothes with warm weather. Nudity was definitely associated with the counter-culture, but in the 70s it was less rebellion and more a "back to nature" zeitgeist.

One of the camp sessions was just for mothers with very young children. It was a retreat for them and a fun treat for their kids. So it'd be common to see naked toddlers playing in the sand, splashing in the water, and a mother strip down to skinny dip to play life guard, or layout and soak up sun. Since it was all women, and none of it sexual, no one seemed to care. It was like a women's gym locker, just outdoors and scenic. Since the mothers and the young kids did it, a lot of times, the counsellors (may who had been campers themselves) went au natural on the hot afternoons, at the beach, or laying out on the deck. Or just hanging out in the cabins.

I was a young girl then, but I remember it with fondness. The women came in all shapes and sizes. and so I never grew up to think the body was ugly or shameful. As a result, I never developed an eating disorder in high school, and never let anyone make me feel bad about the shape and size of my breasts or my hips. The 70s might have been a little reckless in drugs and had other drawbacks, but I really do miss that sense of acceptance of the human body as natural. Things are so much more conservative today, and our daughters at camps are not able to just be themselves as we were. And I worry for them.

PLAIN JANE SUPERMAN SURPRISE

Sometimes its the girls who seem the most plain, the most reserved, who are, in fact, the ones with the hidden wild streak. Take Jane, for example. She wears glasses and sweaters, and more than once, has been called a book-worm, nerd, and such. Her favorite comic book hero is Superman, because she worked on the school paper and wore glasses and really related more to Clark Kent. She steps into a photobooth, like Clark Kent into a phone booth. And like Super-man, she peels off her plain exterior to show her true strength.

The Art of Fellatio

ABANDONED SHACK

Abandoned ruins are fun to explore. There is definitely a sense of trespassing. Stripping down naked for a photoshoot makes it even more fun. I wanted her to stand in the light, but she had to keep lookout.

MESSY ROOM

Who has time to clean their room when you can better spend the time taking naked self-snaps on your cell phone and sending them to your boyfriend?

THREE NIGHTS

There are three types of nights in our house: nights where we're not going to have any sex; nights when we will have sex; and nights when we have freaky sex.

If I come home and she's pulled out her 10" dildo and dressed up like a cat, I know what kind of night it will be.

THE ART OF FRENCH COOKING

THE OFFER

Animal Game

One of her favorite things to do was an activity she called the "animal game." It was part social experiment, and part just for fun. She said that her sexual libido was never constant. Sometimes she'd go through a period where all she could think about was sex and she'd masturbate three or four times a day, and sometimes she could go weeks without even a fleeting thought about sex. She wondered if she was normal, and the more research she did, the more she realized that most animals only have sex at certain times, like dogs in heat, or elk in rut. She thought, humans are just mammals. Maybe I go in and out of "heat."

She read about wild horses. When the female horse went into heat, all the stallions would try to mount her. She watched a documentary where she saw this real life scene take place. It turned her on more than she could ever expect. She saw the stallions rear up and hick and bite and battle over the mare, like she expected. It was a powerful site to see the mustangs vying for a chance to mate, but it was even more surprising and sexy to see that as the two dominate stallions grappled, a whole band of other stallions circled the mare, and one at a time, mounted her. One after the other, they climbed up behind her, pumped and shot their loads of sperm, and then slipped off to let one of their friends take a turn. It was raw and visceral, seeing the mare taken time and time again.

Seeing the documentary on wild horses made her seriously wonder about how the horses in the wild had evolved that social interaction. In college, she had been taught the theory of survival of the fittest. In this case, the most dominant stallion battles all the weaker stallions, then impregnates the female, so his, and only his genes are passed on. In this way, each generations' strongest survive, and the weaker don't breed. But she had just seen that the dominant stallion was so busy fighting, that he didn't even get a chance to take the mare. All the other male horses were getting their chance. Afterwards, the mare would go off with the dominant stallion, where she would raise her young. Perhaps that was the secret the horses had discovered: it's good to have a strong mate for the day-to-day of living, but when it comes to sex, it's good to get a little from the whole circle.

So, she invented her experiment, the "Animal game." Basically, when she was feeling "in heat," she'd go to a public, but fairly secluded park, lay out a blanket, and wait for a guy, or group of guys to pass by. She'd slip off her coat to reveal something sexy, like a gater and stockings, and then "present" herself to the men. The experiment was if the men would act like "civilized" humans and say, "no thank you, we don't know you." Or if some part of their animal brain, from thousands of generations past, would snap in and take over.

She found her experiment worked. Just liked wild horses, as soon as one started, the others would circle around, waiting their turn. She tried to never talk, but only make animal sounds, like grunts, squeals, moans. She was always on all fours, like an animal, her backside open and exposed. She loved being on her forth or fifth mate, feeling filled, overflowing with cum, mixing together with each thrust, running down her legs, churning inside her. This was the survival of the fittest, she thought. This is the mix of ancient genes of ancient generations swimming in me now.

WEDDING RING

WISH LIST

This is a sight pretty much any man wishes he could see once in his life. Two would be amazing, but three... some guys have all the luck.

HAPPY MAY DAY

Well, it's May my friends. Happy May day. I hope your month is as lovely as this image.