The Roommate

In college I roomed with a guy named Keller. Keller was a cool guy, always sort of the clown of a group.  He'd joke about how much of a loser he was with the ladies, but it was just self-depricating humor. The girls at college loved him. He always seemed to have a new girl who was never a "girlfreind," but just a "friend." They were never the blonde big-boobed cheerleader types, but the almost always the girls who has a very natural, simple beauty to them, almost granola, but maybe more small town girl, with great figures hidden under outdoor backpacking clothes, long strait brown hair, brown eyes, and maybe soft freckles. Basically, girls I was totally jealous of him getting. The ones that got good grades, could hold down a conversation, could hang out and have beers at barbecues, and the ones that seemed to scream loudest and get the most into having sex.

Keller had this one girl that was perhaps the best he'd ever found. She was tall, almost as tall as him at probably 5'10". She wore jackets and sweaters in the winter, but when she'd be at our place and wearing a long underwear shirt at the breakfast table over coffee, I could clearly see the outline of her beautifully-shaped breasts and nipples pinching in the morning cold.

At nights, I could hear the bed springs creak and her moaning and knew that lucky bastard Keller was experiencing something he may never get again, and I may never get at all. I had such a crush on that girl. So I can't really excuse what I did. But I did it anyway. One night, when I heard the slapping of the headboard and the bounce of bedsprings and her huffing and moaning, I "accidentally" walked in on them.

She was on her knees, and Keller was ponding her from behind. He said something like "hey dude," but didn't stop. She looked up, half with panic, and half still in the mood of being fucked silly. Keller didn't even seem to care as a mumbled my "apologies" for interrupting. 

It was almost surreal. Time seemed to slow down. I felt like I was standing there, frozen, for a good minute. Keller pounded away, and she looked at me, while still getting fucked, the look in her eyes saying, go away, but her brain being so swirling in the act of sex that her body, too, seemed frozen and unable to change position or her mouth about to form words. It was like time was passing and I was watching her get fucked and she was acknowledging that I was seeing this, but neither of us could do anything about it. 

Then I shut the door and left them to finish. The image of her long body on her hands and knees and her beautiful breasts hanging down, jiggling as Keller drove into her, made a permanent image in my mind. 

The next day Keller didn't care at all. She seemed annoyed, but didn't say anything. After a few weeks, she and Keller weren't seeing each other, and he'd moved on to another plain, but attractive girl. I never walked in on him again.  

Marge Monday

Marge, ready for her shower, invites Homer to join her.

Bikini Peek

I love it when women loosen their bikinis to tan. They think their covering up, but aren't completely, often letting just the slightest glimpse of nipple. That peek is sometimes even more erotic than if she were completely topless. 

Winter in Wisconsin

Ah, small town American girls--is there anything more rock and roll? Kick ass.

Tube Socks, Tube Top

Tube socks, tube top, a classic combination!

Party with Friends, before and after

So it starts out pretty simple. A group of seven friends are all hanging out, having a couple beers. There's a lot of flirting going on, and since the couch is full, one girl sits on the lap of her boyfriend in the arm chair. The brunette, although she has a boyfriend, is flirting with her blonde friend, who she finds rather sexy and has always wanted to invite to have a threesome with her boyfriend. 

Then, who knows how it happens. Someone starts kissing, and then another couple is kissing, and then a shirt comes off. Everyone is too busy to notice, but then some pants slip off. Within minutes, the couple in the chair are fucking doggy style, the girl on the couch straddles her boyfriend, and rides him, as she braces herself against the coffee table to get more leverage. 

The brunette is on her knees, getting it from her boyfriend as the blonde watches, touching herself. The boyfriend is inserting a finger into his girlfriend's butt to give the blonde a better show. 

Yeah, you could say sometimes orgies just happen.

Freshman Year

My Freshman year I met Jennifer, who would become my girlfriend through college. She was blonde, with long straight blonde hair, and lovely c-cup breasts with large nipples. This was before any of the college girls shaved or did anything to their pubic hair. Compared to other girlfriends with darker, thicker natural hair, Jennifer seemed rather unhairy, with her pubes being a soft light brown, and thin, just barely covering her lips. Freshman year she lived in the "French house" on campus. One day, for fun, I photographed her by the window, and she tried to pose as she imagined a sexy model would pose. Before the internet, our access to porn was rather limited. We didn't really know how to pose sexy or take a sexy picture, but still, this picture is sexy to me, and so was our innocence.

Marge Monday

For anyone who's thought about Marge without the green dress, wearing only her red shoes.

Bed Boots

She has a pair of boots she actually doesn't wear much, but when she does, and I find her naked in bed wearing only her boots, I know what she has in mind.

Hippie (Hipster) Couple

The old hippie is the new hipster.

At the grocery store

Love this image.

69

The definition of the 69 position: a win-win.

Taken

At the beach

Being silly,  she lifted her legs and pulled up her swim suit.

Ocean Dip on Birthday

When I turned 30, I decided to mark the life milestone with a plunge in the Pacific. It was freezing. Absolutely numbingly freezing. The cold cut into my skin like tiny pins, and it literally pinched my lungs so I couldn't breath. I was in only for a few moments, but, stepping out, I have never felt so alive.

PS--This was the Oregon Coast, not a nude beach. It was mostly vacant, being winter. But none of the other visitors seemed to mind my birthday plunge.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Marge Monday: Happy Valentine's

One thing Simpson viewers know is that Marge is a great baker. She once worked in an erotic bakery, in fact. For this Valentine's Day, she baked Homer his very favorite: a frosted doughnut with sprinkles. Ummmm, sprinkles.

She then applied some heart-shaped pasties, and posed provocatively. (Another thing she has experience with is posing for the camera.)

It's certain that Homer got everything he wanted for Valentine's. Hope you do, too!

Cabin Rental

One thing we love to do for Valentine's is rent a cabin in the mountains. She always buys new lingerie, which is a present for her, and me, and both of us. In the cabin, with the pine walls and gabled roof, bookshelves of old magazines left by past guests, and the brass bed, we have the best sex of the year, completely invigorated and uninhibited.

Pegged

My girlfriend pegged me.

House Mates

They shared a house together. They met on Craigslist. They cooked together. They shopped together, sometimes. They had sex alone, sometimes. When they wanted to go anything as a group, they did it in the kitchen. That was one of the house rules. They found it was easier to talk about sharing chores and bills after they'd fucked.

Walk in the woods

Returning from their picnic, she decided to walk back without putting her pants back on. She had the blanket just in case she came across anyone coming up the trail in the other direction, but it was night, and she was feeling tipsy and the thrill of not having any pants seemed perfect.

Rainy Day

A good indoor activity for a rainy day.

Chatting

When she discovered online porn, it totally changed her life. She was soon looking at images and exploring what turned her on. She ordered a pink rabbit vibrator online, too. When she figured out that she could do online chatting, she was thrilled. She found other women online, also masturbating with toys to talk to and have orgasms with. It was sexy.

Check In

What I love most about this self-snap is that it's so clearly a hotel room.

Marge Monday

In bed, when feeling frisky, Marge shows that come-here-Homer look. 

Beautiful

Road Trip

This photo is hilarious. Classic road trip hi-jinx.

Photo by Chad Moore

Pretty Poet

In high school I had a crush on Kim, who was four years older than me. She wrote poetry and drew in a sketch book and always wore vintage clothes. She had long, straight dishwater blonde hair that she parted in the middle. Such a sensitive soul. Oh how I had a crush on her.

Hint

Her husband wasn't very good at subtle messages. 

Kick back on the grass

It was already dark, and getting a little chilly. But she was still tipsy from the party and in  a playful mood. She stripped off her shirt and lay back on the grass. It was soft and cool. Holding her camera above her head, snapped a picture. Her nipples pinched from the evening air.

Beach Beauty Enjoys the Option in Clothing Optional

She packed sunscreen and very little else. She didn't fly all this way to a sunny beach to wear clothes.