Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
FINGER PLAY
We've been married for several years, and sex just gets better and better. Totally comfortable with each other, we are free to discover what really turns us on.
She loves it when wake up hard and ready to come. I take the lube from our night stand and touch myself. She takes some lube and wets her finger. She wiggles it into my ass as I stroke. As she matches my rhythm, I explode onto her breasts. She loves it, and I do, too.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
BARE BEACH
Vacations were always a turn-on, so they decided why not go to a nude beach? They had heard of one in Florida, which seemed like a warm destination.
John and Allie loved seeing so many other couples, totally comfortable being nude. Many were much older, in their 40s and even 50s. Allie pointed out that everyone seemed to be totally shaved. Being silly, she suggested that, "when in Rome," they shave, too. In swimsuit season, Allie shaved her bikini line and sometimes trimmed up her bush, but in winter months, she let it grow long and natural. John sometimes trimmed up, but had never shaved. He'd never seen Allie totally shaved bare, and the thought turned him on. Why not, he said. If she'd let him shave her, he'd let her shave him.
That morning in the motel, John had Allie sit on the side of the tub. He took scissors and began to snip away her curls. When He had a small pile of her soft hair trimmed off, he lathered up Allie.
Carefully, he began to move the razor over her stubble, scraping away the course hairs.
She was patient with him as he cautiously maneuvered the razor, careful not to nick her. It was thrilling to see the fresh skin appear with each pass. Allie was growing wet with the attention. Next, it was her turn, and she lathered and shaved John.
The sensation was new, and ticklish as John put on his swim trunks. The skin that had been shaded by hair seemed extra pale. And it was extra sensitive. They dressed and headed for the beach.
When they arrived, they wandered down the beach until they were a good distance from the crowds. They couldn't help but check out each other's new, bare look. They swam and relaxed. Allie lay her head on John's thighs. At a distance from the crowd, they let their hands slip over to each other's bodies, exploring for the first time the sensation of freshly-shaved skin. Being so exposed to the sun, sky, ocean made Allie feel alive and brave. Reaching over and slipping his finger's into Allie's smooth folds turned John on. They couldn't really fool around on the public beach, but they both knew what they'd do back at the motel room. Allie kept a lookout.
A couple slowly approached from the distance, and they stopped. John rolled over to hide his erection, and Allie lay back, her head on his legs, her knees raised and the breeze off the ocean tickling her fresh skin. The couple, maybe in their mid 40s, passed and nodded to them. They were both shaved bare and tan. Allie and John nodded back.
Vacations were always a turn-on, so they decided why not go to a nude beach? They had heard of one in Florida, which seemed like a warm destination.
John and Allie loved seeing so many other couples, totally comfortable being nude. Many were much older, in their 40s and even 50s. Allie pointed out that everyone seemed to be totally shaved. Being silly, she suggested that, "when in Rome," they shave, too. In swimsuit season, Allie shaved her bikini line and sometimes trimmed up her bush, but in winter months, she let it grow long and natural. John sometimes trimmed up, but had never shaved. He'd never seen Allie totally shaved bare, and the thought turned him on. Why not, he said. If she'd let him shave her, he'd let her shave him.
That morning in the motel, John had Allie sit on the side of the tub. He took scissors and began to snip away her curls. When He had a small pile of her soft hair trimmed off, he lathered up Allie.
Carefully, he began to move the razor over her stubble, scraping away the course hairs.She was patient with him as he cautiously maneuvered the razor, careful not to nick her. It was thrilling to see the fresh skin appear with each pass. Allie was growing wet with the attention. Next, it was her turn, and she lathered and shaved John.
The sensation was new, and ticklish as John put on his swim trunks. The skin that had been shaded by hair seemed extra pale. And it was extra sensitive. They dressed and headed for the beach.
When they arrived, they wandered down the beach until they were a good distance from the crowds. They couldn't help but check out each other's new, bare look. They swam and relaxed. Allie lay her head on John's thighs. At a distance from the crowd, they let their hands slip over to each other's bodies, exploring for the first time the sensation of freshly-shaved skin. Being so exposed to the sun, sky, ocean made Allie feel alive and brave. Reaching over and slipping his finger's into Allie's smooth folds turned John on. They couldn't really fool around on the public beach, but they both knew what they'd do back at the motel room. Allie kept a lookout.
A couple slowly approached from the distance, and they stopped. John rolled over to hide his erection, and Allie lay back, her head on his legs, her knees raised and the breeze off the ocean tickling her fresh skin. The couple, maybe in their mid 40s, passed and nodded to them. They were both shaved bare and tan. Allie and John nodded back.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
MAIL ORDER
Lynda and Carol lived in the same suburb of St. Paul in the 70s. Neither of them worked, and many afternoons, after sending the kids off to school and finishing the house chores, they'd get together to watch TV or visit. It was such a regular thing that Carol didn't event think to knock one day. As she entered the house and called for Lynda, she heard a noise in the living room. Going toward it, she met Lynda, buck naked and out of breath. "I was just in the shower," said Lynda. But she wasn't wet at all. Carol's eye caught the toy on the couch. Without thinking she reached for it, "oh you have one of these--" she was saying when she suddenly realized the rubber penis was warm and slick. She looked at Lynda, and Lynda's face blushed with embarrassment.
Carol apologized and told her it wasn't a big deal at all; in fact, she was jealous because she had heard of dildos, but had never worked up the courage to buy one for herself. She wasn't even sure where to buy one, other than the seedy XXX shops with the 25-cent peep shows. Lynda relaxed as Carol, clearly not offended, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. "Got anything to drink around here," asked Carol.
Lynda snapped into hostess mode, not really realizing, or caring, that she was still in the buff. She returned with a tray for cocktails.
The women mixed several drinks, smoked, and talked about sex and sex toys. Carol explained that she'd been looking though one of her husband's girlie magazines and had seen an ad in the back for marital aids. Always open-minded to enhancing her sex life with her husband, she sent away for the catalog. She now retrieved it from it's hiding place.
She hid it from her husband because when she brought up the idea of bringing a sex toy to bed, he became upset. "One penis not enough for you?" he said, and "why would you want a fake one, when you got the real thing?" Carol couldn't explain it, and didn't want him to feel like she needed a substitution. But part of her did need more.
Carol and her husband had dated in high school, and despite the so-called Sexual Revolution, the Mid-West remained conservative. They weren't prude--her husband had his Penthouse magazines--but sex in their bedroom was also pretty routine and, overall, lacking. That's what led Carol to order the catalog in the first place. Perhaps her husband's refusal to even consider a marital aid is what led her to place her first order.
Carol and Lynda flipped through the catalog, looking at the various items. They had small rocket-shaped vibrators, and larger "massagers" that strapped onto the back of one's hand. They had rubber cocks in all shapes and sizes. It was the first time Lynda had seen anything like it, and with each page she gasped, pointed, and giggled. The women were buzzed with cocktails, laughing, and commiserating about their husbands and their lack of satisfaction in the bedroom.
It was clear that both women had not satisfying sex for a long time and the reason was mostly in their husbands. They traded stories without reservation or censor.
"That one has two heads," said Lynda. "Why on earth for?"
Carol explained that it wasn't for a man and a woman, but for a woman and a woman.
Lynda looked perplexed, but very curious. "Like us," she said. She didn't mean them specifically, but two women in general, but it came out wrong, maybe from the cocktails.
"Yeah, like us," Carol agreed.
Then they fell silent, staring at the catalog as they both realized that they were, in fact, two women--two sexually frustrated women, two best friends, holding the catalog and with one postage stamp, could in fact send off for the very toy.
"That'd be a hoot," said Lynda.
It didn't seem real, more like a fun double-dare they'd do as kids, as they filled out the order form, fetched a stamp and envelop and scribbled out a check.
When the toy did arrive, they unpacked it with delight. It was far larger in real life than they'd expected. It was far larger than Carol's original toy.
They had no idea how to test it. After several cocktails, they undressed. Laying back on each end of the couch, they positioned the toy between them. They slide forward, pushing the toy. It slipped out several times until at last, it was deep inside both women. With some practice, they began to get the hang of it. They'd move their hips, while letting their hands rub and stroke themselves.
It wasn't at all like making love to a man, but it was sexy. Sharing something with her best friend was a powerful experience, and Carol was glad she'd ordered the catalog.
Lynda and Carol lived in the same suburb of St. Paul in the 70s. Neither of them worked, and many afternoons, after sending the kids off to school and finishing the house chores, they'd get together to watch TV or visit. It was such a regular thing that Carol didn't event think to knock one day. As she entered the house and called for Lynda, she heard a noise in the living room. Going toward it, she met Lynda, buck naked and out of breath. "I was just in the shower," said Lynda. But she wasn't wet at all. Carol's eye caught the toy on the couch. Without thinking she reached for it, "oh you have one of these--" she was saying when she suddenly realized the rubber penis was warm and slick. She looked at Lynda, and Lynda's face blushed with embarrassment.
Carol apologized and told her it wasn't a big deal at all; in fact, she was jealous because she had heard of dildos, but had never worked up the courage to buy one for herself. She wasn't even sure where to buy one, other than the seedy XXX shops with the 25-cent peep shows. Lynda relaxed as Carol, clearly not offended, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. "Got anything to drink around here," asked Carol.
Lynda snapped into hostess mode, not really realizing, or caring, that she was still in the buff. She returned with a tray for cocktails.
The women mixed several drinks, smoked, and talked about sex and sex toys. Carol explained that she'd been looking though one of her husband's girlie magazines and had seen an ad in the back for marital aids. Always open-minded to enhancing her sex life with her husband, she sent away for the catalog. She now retrieved it from it's hiding place.
She hid it from her husband because when she brought up the idea of bringing a sex toy to bed, he became upset. "One penis not enough for you?" he said, and "why would you want a fake one, when you got the real thing?" Carol couldn't explain it, and didn't want him to feel like she needed a substitution. But part of her did need more.
Carol and her husband had dated in high school, and despite the so-called Sexual Revolution, the Mid-West remained conservative. They weren't prude--her husband had his Penthouse magazines--but sex in their bedroom was also pretty routine and, overall, lacking. That's what led Carol to order the catalog in the first place. Perhaps her husband's refusal to even consider a marital aid is what led her to place her first order.
Carol and Lynda flipped through the catalog, looking at the various items. They had small rocket-shaped vibrators, and larger "massagers" that strapped onto the back of one's hand. They had rubber cocks in all shapes and sizes. It was the first time Lynda had seen anything like it, and with each page she gasped, pointed, and giggled. The women were buzzed with cocktails, laughing, and commiserating about their husbands and their lack of satisfaction in the bedroom.
It was clear that both women had not satisfying sex for a long time and the reason was mostly in their husbands. They traded stories without reservation or censor.
"That one has two heads," said Lynda. "Why on earth for?"
Carol explained that it wasn't for a man and a woman, but for a woman and a woman.
Lynda looked perplexed, but very curious. "Like us," she said. She didn't mean them specifically, but two women in general, but it came out wrong, maybe from the cocktails.
"Yeah, like us," Carol agreed.
Then they fell silent, staring at the catalog as they both realized that they were, in fact, two women--two sexually frustrated women, two best friends, holding the catalog and with one postage stamp, could in fact send off for the very toy.
"That'd be a hoot," said Lynda.
It didn't seem real, more like a fun double-dare they'd do as kids, as they filled out the order form, fetched a stamp and envelop and scribbled out a check.
When the toy did arrive, they unpacked it with delight. It was far larger in real life than they'd expected. It was far larger than Carol's original toy.
They had no idea how to test it. After several cocktails, they undressed. Laying back on each end of the couch, they positioned the toy between them. They slide forward, pushing the toy. It slipped out several times until at last, it was deep inside both women. With some practice, they began to get the hang of it. They'd move their hips, while letting their hands rub and stroke themselves.
It wasn't at all like making love to a man, but it was sexy. Sharing something with her best friend was a powerful experience, and Carol was glad she'd ordered the catalog.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
GREAT DEPRESSION--NOT TOTALLY DEPRESSING
The Great Depression was a modest time for most Americans. The flamboyant excess of the roaring 20s seemed outgrown as adolescence, and with dust bowels and breadlines, and a war boiling up in Europe, it was just time to roll up sleeves, tighten belts, and get down to the business of getting by in hard times. Still, it was a golden era for Hollywood as folks projected their dreams and hopes onto the silver screen. And they still made time to go to the beach. And some found ways to enjoy first dates. Boys would could still borrow a car and put a few gallons of gasoline into it could still take girls with curls, curves, and dimples on dates. It was Prohibition, then, and hard to get alcohol. And condoms were not as easy to buy at any connivence store, but you could still buy them. And well, the laws of attraction still worked the same as they have in any generation.
The Great Depression was a modest time for most Americans. The flamboyant excess of the roaring 20s seemed outgrown as adolescence, and with dust bowels and breadlines, and a war boiling up in Europe, it was just time to roll up sleeves, tighten belts, and get down to the business of getting by in hard times. Still, it was a golden era for Hollywood as folks projected their dreams and hopes onto the silver screen. And they still made time to go to the beach. And some found ways to enjoy first dates. Boys would could still borrow a car and put a few gallons of gasoline into it could still take girls with curls, curves, and dimples on dates. It was Prohibition, then, and hard to get alcohol. And condoms were not as easy to buy at any connivence store, but you could still buy them. And well, the laws of attraction still worked the same as they have in any generation.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
MILF
I ran into an old high school girlfriend, Lauren. She was taking her baby for a walk along a path. We stopped to talk.
One doesn't always think of a woman with a young baby as being sexual. Maybe it's just the pure effect of raising a baby through the first year--the no sleeping, the focus on the baby and its needs at all times, and not the needs of the mother. Lauren was radiant, though, and was somehow dressed in a way that made her natural sexiness come out. Her breasts seemed to swell in her sweater. I couldn't help but notice and since we were once lovers, I commented on how well motherhood had affected her chest. She beamed: yes, she said. She loved breast feeding and her motherly breasts. It's sexy, she said. And she showed me.
I ran into an old high school girlfriend, Lauren. She was taking her baby for a walk along a path. We stopped to talk.
One doesn't always think of a woman with a young baby as being sexual. Maybe it's just the pure effect of raising a baby through the first year--the no sleeping, the focus on the baby and its needs at all times, and not the needs of the mother. Lauren was radiant, though, and was somehow dressed in a way that made her natural sexiness come out. Her breasts seemed to swell in her sweater. I couldn't help but notice and since we were once lovers, I commented on how well motherhood had affected her chest. She beamed: yes, she said. She loved breast feeding and her motherly breasts. It's sexy, she said. And she showed me.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
FLAPPER FLASH
A few years ago, the media went crazy when a paparazzi snaps a photo of Lindsay Lohan climbing out of her car and flashing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Just FYI, Lohan, you're hardly original. The Roaring 20s invented the combination of celebrities, fancy cars, and paparazzi.
A few years ago, the media went crazy when a paparazzi snaps a photo of Lindsay Lohan climbing out of her car and flashing the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Just FYI, Lohan, you're hardly original. The Roaring 20s invented the combination of celebrities, fancy cars, and paparazzi.
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
MUSICAL CHAIRS
For those who think the 1950s were an era of sexual purity, consider this game of musical chairs. Played at a party, the wives sit in the center on chairs. The men, naked, circle the chairs as the music plays. When the music stops, they claim their prize by taking whomever's wife they've stopped at.
For those who think the 1950s were an era of sexual purity, consider this game of musical chairs. Played at a party, the wives sit in the center on chairs. The men, naked, circle the chairs as the music plays. When the music stops, they claim their prize by taking whomever's wife they've stopped at.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A FANTASY
Ellie had been playing with her toy while giving her husband head when she discovered that the idea of having two cocks fill her at once was a huge turn-on. She wasn't going to go out and cheat on her husband, and fantasying about being with two men and actually doing it are not the same thing. They talked about it openly, and even read some of the craigslist ads together for MF in search of M or M in search of MF. They hadn't actually taken the next step to contacting someone, but they let the fantasy become one of their favorite role-playing scenarios.
They'd read some online postings and pretend that they'd contacted whichever one was the hottest, and that he was coming over. They'd then mess around, her using her favorite gold vibrator to get worked up. Sticking her big rubber dong on the wall, she could back up to it, pretend that she was being taken by their "special guest" while her husband presented her cock for her eager mouth. Bouncing back and forth between his cock and the dildo ramming up her backside, she could close her eyes and imagine herself in a MFM sandwich. She loved her new fantasy.
Ellie had been playing with her toy while giving her husband head when she discovered that the idea of having two cocks fill her at once was a huge turn-on. She wasn't going to go out and cheat on her husband, and fantasying about being with two men and actually doing it are not the same thing. They talked about it openly, and even read some of the craigslist ads together for MF in search of M or M in search of MF. They hadn't actually taken the next step to contacting someone, but they let the fantasy become one of their favorite role-playing scenarios.
They'd read some online postings and pretend that they'd contacted whichever one was the hottest, and that he was coming over. They'd then mess around, her using her favorite gold vibrator to get worked up. Sticking her big rubber dong on the wall, she could back up to it, pretend that she was being taken by their "special guest" while her husband presented her cock for her eager mouth. Bouncing back and forth between his cock and the dildo ramming up her backside, she could close her eyes and imagine herself in a MFM sandwich. She loved her new fantasy.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
BRIDE TO BE
She was getting dressed for her wedding, thinking about the wedding, but already eager for the honeymoon.
Friday, September 25, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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...
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...
Monday, September 14, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
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
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