Nubiles Girls

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel
room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the
diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another
feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he
thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back
to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch
against the window as a storm raged outside.
(more…)

Once again I had gotten burned. It happens time and again, but I
never learn. But then again, it’s not always all that bad. Maureen
is the departmental secretary/receptionist for a systems group at
Merrill Lynch, and I met her while working there on a contract. She
is attractive and sexy, and after some very limited conversation, I
started fantasizing about making it with her. Somewhere along the
line I started losing touch with reality and believing I had a chance
with her … that’s how I get burned. After leaving Merrill I had
barely established a pleasant acquaintance with her, but I already was
starting to believe she wanted me. After a few months of being away
from there, I was engaged in full-blown, wet masturbatory fantasies
about a willing and eager Maureen finally getting the chance to
satisfy me. (more…)

We awake early, rousting you from a deep sleep, lightly
kissing your taught nipples, I remind you, it’s time to get up,
we have things to do today. You sleeply smile, and lay still for
a moment, enjoying my warm lips searching your breasts, then
reluctantly sit up, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your
eyes. “Cummon now sleepy head, let’s get going, I have plans for
today, we can’t waste it in bed.”
Moving to get dressed, I watch as you fumble thru your
clothes, finding something to wear. I watch as you pull on your
jeans and top..(thinking to myself, just what I had in mind, no
undergarments to get in the way).
You seem a bit puzzled as we leave the house, but know not
to question where we are going or what I have planned. (more…)

Sometimes a couple that lives together learn each other too well.
How can I be proud of myself, when the guys in the old
neighborhood would call me pussy whipped if they knew what
happened. You see, I was telling my girl friend that I had
enough money set aside to buy my mother a really nice birthday
gift. Her response was “Oh, that’s nice.” Little did I realize
that she had plans for me and this money.

The next morning, I getting ready for work, and she says “I’m not
going to work today, I’m going shopping.” I think to myself,
funny, didn’t she tell me yesterday that she was broke? Then,
the boldness comes through. “I want the $200.00 you were going
to spend on your mom.” At this point, I’m in disbelief. (more…)

No one would ever call Terri beautiful, except for me. That may seem like a
strange way to start talking about the woman I love, but it’s the truth. Guys
I know have called her “cute” or “decent-looking” or even “plain,” but it
doesn’t matter to me. She’s a little bit on the short side, which I like, and
although she does have a few (only a few) spare pounds, most of her weight is
muscle. She has an average bust, small waist, and her behind and legs look
great in a pair of tight pants. Her hair is straight and light brown, and her
face, truthfully, is more cute than pretty in the usual sense. Her eyes,
though, are a pale, sparkling blue-grey with always a hint of mischief in them. (more…)

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My friend Drew and I had been in the lounge for about a half hour,
absorbing its throbbing intensity. The gay bartenders were winking at
Drew and he, to my astonishment, was smiling back. The atmosphere was
heavy with the crowd of stylishly dressed bodies of all races and persuasions–straight, gay, bisexual. My friend excused himself to move
closer to the scantily clad blonde dancer on the raised platform.

I crossed my legs, letting my dress creep up. My blouse puffed
out as I shifted in my chair and showed more bare flesh beneath than I
would normally allow. The sexual beat of the music intensified my feelings of abandon. (more…)

“Ah, could you slow down a bit, please?”
Terri complied. Her movements up and down the shaft of Keith’s dick slowed,
and he looked visibly more relaxed. She smiled and sped up quickly,
enjoying the look in his eye, the tension felt thru her hand, the heat from
his body. Keith gasped, and she slowed again.
“Now, that’s not fair now. There’s a hands-off for you for a reason, and if
you keep this up, I’ll have to break it.”
“Well, you’ll have to do what you have to do, eh?” replied Terri, a
mischievous grin on her face. “And then the results will be more…
interesting.”
With that, she moved away from Keith’s face and plunged towards the
rock-hard penis in her hands, still being caressed and gently handled.
Taking him in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the head, sensing Keith’s
excitement, and then took him into her mouth as far as she could go. She
was still an amateur at this, even though she had done this many a time with
Keith (and others). But she still had a certain “flair” for oral sex, and
Keith told her this repeatedly. She never believed him, and this sort of
bothered him. But not too much - it made her work that much harder. Keith
could deal. (more…)

Wiping his hands on the dish towel, he turned to watch her as she stretched
to put a glass on a high shelf. The sleekness of her body had always excited
him. But as they’d spent more time together, something more had developed, a
tug at his heart when he looked at her, that he had not expected.

He reached for another plate to dry, and thought of how they made love.
The first time, he’d wanted her so badly he could hardly resist handling
her roughly. The memory of her unexpectedly joyful response made him smile.

They wanted the same thing. A friendly pat could become a full-fledged
spanking in no time. When it didn’t occur to him to treat her that way,
she’d find some playful way to give him cause. They had fun together.

A gentle nudge jolted him from his reverie, as she took the plate from his
hand. Were she not now been holding something fragile, he’d have… (more…)

A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the
leaves from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the many
people out enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we pull up
short in the doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to pull away
but your hand came up and slid behind my head, tugging, bringing me back
down. We chuckled and our teeth clicked. I slid past your lips, past your
soft cheek and on to your ear. What delicacies are your ears, tender
whorls inviting me deeper into a trance. The words come easily to my lips.
I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of my love. My hands on your ribs
feel your breath rising and falling, catching with the words. How I do
want you, in an urgent way in the doorway of this apartment building,
people walking by close, talking. I come back to the reality of your palm
against my chest, my thumbs against your nipples, my fingertips resting
lightly on your sensitive ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the
spell broken for now. (more…)