Learning to please

Learning to please
Beauty is an aphrodisiac. A warm, humid breath whispered from lungs pumped with hot blood. To feel it against the skin, is to know a wisdom in passion. What is there to know beyond knowing passion? In a whisper of breath, know the nature of beauty: it is the joy of pleasure, of souls feeling a heat to the skin. In such a way, Alexis understood passion: that it is a physical energy for spiritual consumption. “I’ve felt my body sing while making love,” she was saying, “but too often that song drowns that of the soul.” “It ‘s easy to bring bodies to orgasm,” said Ilene. “Perhaps the song you want to hear is in the lingering notes of a body seeking release, in its yearning. What if the body craved release so badly that it looked to the soul as a lover?” There was no answer to Ilene’s question: the experience was the answer. “I would die to feel like that,” Alexis said. The thought was abstract, but it stroked her body’s length like a silken dress falling from her shoulders. “You’ve already begun,” Ilene replied in a smooth voice. “Needing is receiving. Let need be the giver. Would you like me to guide you to the feeling?” Alexis’ paused. What did the question mean? Did Ilene intend to make love to her? “I don’t know,” she said flatly. Ilene smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to touch you. This isn’t about my passion at all. But I can guide you to your passion. Beyond that: I can show you how to make your soul cum.” She looked directly into Alexis’ eyes. “You feel it in your thighs now don’t you?” “Yes, a little,” Alexis said uncomfortably. “Why so inhibited by the simple need of your body’s pleasure? In fact, why not dwell in it and feel it as a pleasure in itself? It is a nice feeling, isn’t it?” “Very nice. But with you watching me so closely… I don’t know. It all is very strange.” “I’m your guide. I must watch to take you where the feelings are centered. Let’s break the inhibitions. Free your mind of stupid shames. Tell me about the feelings as they come to you. Be open and honest. with me. If I know where you are, I can help you take the next step. Will you do this thing?” “I’ll try. I just can’t help feeling embarrassed by it.” Ilene leaned closer to Alexis. Her voice was barley a whisper, “It would feel oh so very good to be touched right now, wouldn’t it?” Alexis closed her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “It’s been a while since I’ve made love.” “Has it been a while since you’ve touched yourself?” At this question, Alexis blushed. Again she closed her eyes to find a privacy denied in Ilene’s soft gaze. She didn’t want to answer. Almost every night, she felt her body demand the caressing touches, tracing her fingers down her stomach to her loins. Her fingers flicking her clitoris erect; finding the rhythm and pressure that made her senses dance; making herself cum deliberately slowly. Ah, deliberately slowly, allowing the sensuality bath her, flooding her with a liquid, oily heat that surged in orgasm. “No,” she said softly. “Open your eyes and watch me,” said Ilene. Alexis obeyed the request. Ilene stood before her and unbuttoned the first three buttons of her blouse. “Watch me,” she whispered to Alexis. “Did you touch yourself like this?” Her hand slid into the opened blouse. Through the white cotton, Alexis could see Ilene’s hand move over her bare breast, her fingers tracing small circles around her nipple, caressing the smooth skin with luxurious strokes… She watched Ilene remove her hand, the erect nipple poking a small peak in the cotton of her blouse. “Was it like that, Alexis?” “Yes,” she breathed. “Did the touching make you cum?” Ilene said. There was more in her voice now. A melting quality. “I masturbate, Ilene,” she said. “I told you, it’s been a long time since I’ve made love.” She tried to hide her embarrassment in snapping the words out. Nonetheless, she felt the warmth in her grow. Ilene was exciting her, eroding the wall she had built for her intimacy, cutting through the feelings that covered sensual feelings. Her voice lowered and softened, “and yes, it made me cum.” Ilene sat next to Alexis on the couch. “Now watch me,” she said. “I’m going to show you a lovely thing. I want you to look at my face for a few minutes. Watch my lips and eyes as they change. I’m going to give you a vision.” Alexis watched Ilene, watched as her eyes closed, as she seemingly retreated to another reality. Almost immediately, her breathing came in hushed sighs edged in urgency, became deeper and somehow more luxurious. Her lips opened slightly to allow her tongue the passage to lick, to keep them moist in the flow of air entering and exiting her lungs. In a barely audible voice, Ilene whispered. It was a low, lilting sound that filled Alexis’ mind as the smallest wisps of air fills a moan. “Alexis, can you see what is happening?” “Yes, but I don’t understand…” “Don’t understand it; feel it. Ummm, delicious. Feel it as I feel it, a bath of sensuality. What is it you see?” Ilene parted her legs until she felt Alexis’ thigh against hers. Alexis paused between words, “I … see … you … becoming … aroused …” She shook her head as if to shake off a dream. “I think I should be going.” “Please don’t leave,” Ilene said softly, almost as an aside. She rubbed her palms along her thighs slowly, then stopped abruptly. “Do you know how sweetly I feel the longing for a touch right now? How difficult it becomes not to touch myself?” She sat silently for a moment, swallowed deeply, then continued. “There,” she whispered smiling, “I’ve centered in the pleasure of it. Um, watch me make love to it, Alexis. Be with me for this, please.” Alexis silently nodded as she watched her friend’s face slip deeper into an unknown pleasure. Small drops of perspiration beaded on Ilene’s face. “I want you to know how I feel, Alexis. It is truly wonderful. Oh god, to feel a cock’s round head part my lips… Ah, that is the longing… wet and empty, my clitoris stiffens and stiffens as if to fill the emptiness… my stomach melts, the heat rising from my thighs in slight waves of pleasure… waves washing my breasts and nipples like the tantalizing licks of oh so many tongues… waves washing me closer… wave on wave becoming a caressing flood… a myriad of insistent fingers tracing sensual paths across my skin… like a lover whose desire is to see me burn… see me burn until my need consumes me… until the my lover speaks… and the words touch me… and their touch… is more than I can bare…” She paused, consuming the sensations, her hips rocking back and forth so slightly as to hardly be noticed. “… yes, it will be a voice, Alexis… a voice that will plunge deep inside of me… filling me like a cock gorged with blood and its own need… cumming in me… Ah, Alexis, can you see how close I am…?” “Yes,” Alexis said, strangely aware of the humid warmth in her own voice. The rhythm of her heart beating faster, her breath coming deeper. She knew Ilene had brought herself to the very edge of orgasm. She understood that her presence was not necessary. The walk along that maddening precipice was the pleasure Ilene sought. She had reached into herself and become a sensual moment frozen at the peek of passion. The promise of gratification sucked alive the delicate tissues between her thighs. They tormented her with a thousand tiny explosions of shear pleasure, each a delight beyond imagination, but not complete enough to bring the filling gratification complete release demanded. Sitting beside Alexis, Ilene was an island of complete pleasures; pleasures that sang to Alexis like sirens, sending loving and passionate kisses to her ears. In Alexis, the longing to walk with Ilene, along her beach, became the most exquisite desire. “I want to watch you cum, Ilene. You truly are a vision. What you are feeling lights your face like a soft, dim candle. I can almost feel the gentle pressure of your lips against your tongue, taste the sweetness as if it were mine…” Alexis blinked. It was a cry for reality. She could not reconcile the words coming from her mouth nor the voyeuristic intrigue with the woman she knew herself to be. Nonetheless, the sensual music of the sirens, of Ilene’s breasts heaving with breath, the lithe dance of her smooth skin moving beneath her clothing, moving with her muscles growing taunt to quivering, stroked continually her most intimate and hidden desires, licked between her thighs and along their length, to exude her heated lubrication with involuntary contractions. Indeed, cupped her breasts with an exacting pressure, a gentle pressure, kneading her nipples taunt and hard. With her slightest move, the fabric of her blouse grazed across these sensitive peaks as maddeningly as the expert brush of a feather. Seduced, she abandoned all but pleasure. She became immersed in her longing. Ilene shuddered and stiffened slightly, her lips parting. The moan she uttered rested upon Alexis like the weight of a phantom lover pressing close. Ilene shuddered again, this time it was more obvious than the last. Her mouth was drawn more tightly, opened a bit wider, her voice more urgent. In a moment she unclenched. She bit her bottom lip and became still like a sensual sculpture of polished stone whose soul reason for creation was to beg an appreciating touch. Soon Alexis could see her thighs quiver, her stomach roll from a firm, flat plain to a softer and slightly rounded arc, her breasts swelling with the pound of her blood, her lungs filling beyond capacity and exploding in a rush of air time and time again. “I’m still cumming,” she whispered, “still cumming, building in me… God, Alexis, watch it take me!” Her body knotted in spasms, her senses exploding in a soundless cry. Arching from the couch, every muscle squeezed the moment for an eternity of pleasure. “N… Now,” she cried, throwing her head back. Her body clenched, she came again. For several seconds, she remained locked in a dimension were only orgasm existed. Her clothing, drenched with sweat, clung to her like a second skin as sensual delirium subsided to pleasure, and pleasure simply became satisction. Alexis now understood the edge: understood how her voice coaxed Ilene to cross it. Her own longing had passed that of those nights alone when she would lie nude in bed caressing herself. Then she felt her hands make a slow but sure journey to the warmth between her thighs, felt her fingers play along her opening lips until their velvet smoothness became silken with her wetness. It was without a touch that her body had become the living presence of need – – more than that, become a woman totally seduced by that need. Without a thought driving her actions, but a deep primal craving, her hands sought the softness of her breasts. The touch was electric with pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan at the moment of contact. There was a hunger in the feel of her fingers as they closed on her mounds. She was transported and alone. Her right hand unbuttoned her blouse. The cooler air touched her skin like a sensual liquid; her breasts blazed with the sensations, her nipples drawn to a hardness she had never felt before. Her hand continued lower. It unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. The need to touch herself had become an instinct. Soon, so soon, she would feel the flick of a finger against her clitoris, move it between her thumb and finger like an oily marble. Yes, soon she would insert a finger into herself, feel the slick walls close about it and feel the slow withdrawal as her body shivered, shivered as another finger inched inside her. Oh soon, there would be satisfaction, satisfaction and release. Oh God, the desire to cum poured through her like lava. As the palm of her right hand grazed across her stomach she bit her bottom lip. The sensations were blinding and deliriously beautiful. Her fingers played along the elastic edge of her panties, the euphoria of expectation coursing between her thighs. Only Ilene’s voice could find its way into this ecstasy and be heard, “How much do you want to cum, Alexis?” Alexis spoke from the depth of her passion, inhibitions no longer had any place in her mind, “It would take so very little… if I touch my cunt, even the slightest, I will explode…” “Put your hands by your side, Alexis. Don’t let this moment be robbed from you, Ilene said in a pleading voice. “I know that I could hold you in my arms even though it isn’t a woman you want. I know you want me to hold you, don’t you?” “Yes, I want you to kiss me. Just that, a kiss from you, wouldnt be enough,” Alexis very nearly sobbed as she place her hands at her side. She was consumed with an aching need more intense than any she had endured before. “I will do anything to cum,” she said. A tear formed in her pleading eyes. “I see a cock, long and thick, throbbing for your kiss. It’s smooth head tipped with a drop of pre-ejaculent shines like a star. Take the cock into yourself. Feel it slide into your cunt, spreading the lips with frictionless ease. Take it very slowly, Alexis… Very slowly let it fill you. Can you feel its size? Tell me how it enters you.” Alexis drew her words in pants of breath, “My… God…, I feel it…! Yes, I can squeeze it… Oh, Ilene, it’s pushing deeper…. Oh, dear Ilene, make… me…” Alexis’ head tossed side to side, her eyes closed tight. “…And it is ecstasy as it withdraws,” Ilene soothed. “Ecstasy, Alexis. There, you are now, my sweet Alexis, I see your body twitch with every second. Ache for me, Alexis… I have the knowledge you want. Willou kiss me for it? Will you touch me for it?” “Anything…” Alexis panted, her body arching to receive, her muscles squeezing to implore release. “Put your hand in my lap, Alexis,” Ilene said softly. “Put your hand in my lap and feel me move against it.” Alexis placed her hand in Ilene’s lap. Ilene’s voice seduced her further: “Undo my jeans, darling.” Alexis’ fingers trembled with the button and zipper, but soon Ilene’s request was met. Again, Ilene’s voice trailed over Alexis like warm kisses. “Do you know what I want you do now?” she asked Alexis could barely find the ability to speak, “… touch you… ” she said, her tongue licking her lips. “Make me cum with you, Alexis. Put your finger in me. Feel how smooth and wet I am to the touch, how you excite me. Touch my clitoris, Alexis. Is it like those nights alone? Ah, your gentle fingers, show me how you cum, Alexis. Feel my cunt as if it is your own, my body as if it is your own. Ah, how you long to masturbate. How close it must be for you.” Alexis’ fingers trembled as they smoothed along the folds of the lips between Ilene’s thighs. Their creamy, smooth warmth, still alive from numerous, intense orgasms, pushed against Alexis’ touch and moved in a slow deliberate circle. “Show me how you masturbate, Alexis,” Ilene coaxed. Alexis’ fingers found the rhythm of Ilene’s rotating hips. Her middle finger massaged Ilene’s clitoris with frantic flicks and strokes. “Please, Ilene… I must cum… please…” “Then cum. Open yourself completely. It’s so close… so close. Cum for me. Let me watch you cum.” Alexis felt her stomach knot. It rolled like a golden wheat field in a summer wind. Melting her muscles. Then clenching them. Like birds released long her legs, the dance of wings the frantic flutter of surging pleasure, soared through her spread thighs, entering her in a single thrust, licking alive the convulsing velvet walls with too many sensations for the mind to understand. This wasn’t a time for the mind. It broke upon the body in such a torrent of unspeakable pleasure that Alexis could only sob and laugh and pray it continued. She stiffened as the rush became a nova, filling her completely, bursting within her, bursting like a magnificent cock pumping her full, white cream erupting and flooding within her, pumping her full, filling her sensibilities as it sated her loins. And her cumming flowed from her, from her cunt in heated liquid, from her mouth scarcely able to form the word “Ilene”. As it had burst upon her, it subsided: slowly, an inch at a time. Her mind swam in an abstractly beautiful trance. She fought to find her breath again. Once again she was entered, this time the thrust filling her entire being. The pulsing majesty drove into her, and into her. The driving continued in an all filling thrust as if it were the final push of an endless and climaxing cock. As she arch from the coach, she felt her anus entered with a well lubricated rush. Cock against cock, the frictionless driving continued and continued. Her mouth dropped open to cry, but it filled with the taste of flesh and salt, the cream-white of a delicious jism bathing her tongue and throat. Alexis’ body glistened with sweat as she convulsed, all of her seeking to milk the cumming of her soul. All of her delivered to the pleasure. Clenched, her body writhed with its filling, the lithe lines of her form rippling in delicious spasms. The inward plunging never ending, knotting and reknotting Alexis in ever more intense orgasm, left her weeping and sobbing in joy, in pleasure bathed joy; each end marking a new beginning until the very essence of beauty, pleasure and passion fused as one in an explosion of unspeakable genesis. When Alexis finally sank back into the couch and regained the ability to think and talk, she chose rather to luxuriate silently in the glow of complete satisfaction. “Are you alright?” asked Ilene. “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Alexis sang. “Ummm, darling…,” Ilene whispered into Alexis’ ear. “might I find in you a kiss for me?” She contracted her muscles, squeezing Alexis’ finger oh so gently.

Christmas Sex Story

A warm, tanned Jenny lying in front of the Yuletide fire. Gift-wrapped in
leather and steel. Watching my every move with wide eyes, above the foam that
fills her mouth. At the right time, I’ll remove that foam, and fill her
mouth another way, but not now. Firelight glints from heavy steel
chains, locked to the padded cuffs on her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her
before me. The other ends of the chains are bolted to screw sockets concealed
by the pile of the carpet. She moves and mumbles, trying to speak through the
foam packing. Soon she’ll be trying to scream, but it won’t come out any
louder. Continue reading “Christmas Sex Story”

Home Run

Archive-name: First/homerun.txt


Archive-title: Home Run

I always wondered what it was that was barring me from the world of sex.

It couldn’t be my age; everyone I knew had already had sex by the age of

21. It wasn’t my name; a lot of people named Peter, were already married.

It wasn’t my lifestyle; I knew others like me who were involved in serious

and sexual relationships.

The idea that I’d passed my 21st birthday with no sexual experience

whatsoever to speak of, was depressing. And those who said that sex did not

necessarily mean manhood, particularly those who said that to me at *this*

time in my life, I ate for lunch. The fact was, sex alone did not make a

man, but as they couldn’t help but admit, they wouldn’t dare try to

voluntarily live without it..

So I turned my attention away from it as much as I could. I got interested

in going to baseball games. One game in the Bay Area, meant a train ride

via Amtrak. So, during summer vacation, I packed up for a 2 day trip, and

caught the morning train. But strangely enough, I had an incredible dream

about sex the night before, and it was so vivid and seemingly real, that it

deprived me of sleep. I’d dealt with this before, and laughed it off, but

this dream was too wierdly powerful.

When I caught the train, I was sleepy.

I got my seat, which seemed to have another, unoccupied seat, next to it.

But that seat did smell of sweet perfume.

I settled in and, as the train moved slowly, I curled up and tried to rest.

Then, someone sat down in the adjacent seat, which my back was then

facing. “Oh,” a female voice cried out, as if just noticing a new person

sitting next to her.

I looked behind me. The voice was smooth and seemingly older.

A raven-haired woman, possibly 25 years old, regarded me, and went to

reading her book. She was well-endowed, from her breasts, which strained

through her shirt, to her thick, skirt-clad, tan legs. She was just plain


“Oh, hi.” I replied. “Don’t worry about me; I’m too sleepy to move my jaws

to bite.”

“Where are you headed?” she inquired, putting down the book.

I was just turning around when she asked me that. I then whirled about.

She actually wanted to converse? Naw..

“Oakland A’s game.” I replied.

“Me, too!” she said. “What a coincidence..”

“Wow.” I said. “That is a coincidence. Well, I’m really tired and I need

to sleep before the game, lest I sleep during it..”

“Have a good one.” she said. “I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

“Thanks. Oh, and my name is Pete. What’s yours?”

“Kami.” she replied.

She didn’t look like the woman in my dreams. Definitely, though, she did

not look inferior. Just unlike my dream lover. *No one home in the hormone


I sort of tossed and turned in my seat, which eventually got her attention.

“You know,” she said, startling me, “you look tense. There’s no way you

can sleep if you’re tense. I know a way to help you relax and get a good

morning sleep before tonight’s game.”

“How’s that?” I inquired.

“How about a massage?” she replied. “I know how to give one.”

The lights turned on in my hormones department. But still, no extra blood

went rushing down to my genitals.

“Sure,” I replied.
Continue reading “Home Run”

Filthy Jokes P2

21.Do hungry crows have ravenous appetites?
22.Is it possible to be totally partial?
23.What’s another word for thesaurus?
24.If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?
25.Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
26.Why do steam irons have a permanent press setting?
27.Can you be a closet claustrophobic?
28.Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?
29.Why do people who know the least know it the loudest?
30.If the funeral procession is at night, do folks drive with their lights off?
31.If a stealth bomber crashes in a forest, will it make a sound?
32.If a turtle doesn’t have a shell, is he homeless or naked?
33.When it rains, why don’t sheep shrink?
34.Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?
35.If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
36.Why is the word abbreviation so long?
37.If you’re cross-eyed and have dyslexia, can you read all right?

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1. If you throw a cat out a car window does it become kitty liter?
2. If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?
3. How did a fool and his money get together?
4. How do they get a deer to cross at that yellow road sign?
5. If it’s tourist season, why can’t we shoot them?
6. What’s another word for thesaurus?
7. Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?
8. What do they use to ship styrofoam?
9. Why is abbreviation such a long word?
10.Why is there an expiration date on my sour cream container?
11.Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
12.Is it true that cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?
13.When you choke a smurf, what color does it turn?
14.Does fuzzy logic tickle?
15.Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?
16.What was the best thing before sliced bread?
17.Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted.”
18.If a book about failures doesn’t sell, is it a success?
19.Do cemetery workers prefer the graveyard shift?
20.What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?

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Brenda and Becky

Brenda and Becky have started a house cleaning service.. they are both
young and very pretty.. but rather tall girls.. Brenda is 5’9″ 145 blonde,
blue eyes and Becky is 5’10” 150 brown hair and eyes.
They started cleaning my apartment several weeks ago and in the
process found some of my books on bondage and female domination…as
well as some of my notes from various telecomm companies
(conversations saved from online meetings). They were real cool about
these things and didn’t let me know they had found them until it was
too late…

The girls had decided that since I was in and out so much, I should
have a key made for them.. after some thought .. I said sure.. and I
did…the girls new my vacation was coming up and that I had planed on
staying around the house during this time… Saturday morning came and
I was awaken by Brenda and Becky just as they closed the handcuffs on
my hands..
“what are you two doing?”
“we know about your fantasies and decided you would spend your vacation as
our slave” the girls said.
and with that they through a robe on me and out the door we went…
when we got to the car… they opened the trunk and through me in…
there I lay in total darkness.. handcuffed and naked except for a robe..
the car started and away they drove.. making several stops…
the last one lasting for about 2 hours before the trunk door opened…
we were at a house that looked to be very secluded..
the girls led me in and took me to the front room where I was
blindfolded..then led down some stairs… the handcuffs were replaced
with leather padded wrist cuffs… my arms stretched up and
connected… then I felt tension as
the cuffs stretched my body to the point that I was on my tip toes..
then the voices were gone… and there i stood (or I should say hung)
for what seemed to be hours..

I didn’t hear anyone enter the room but was shocked when the feeling
of a sharp pain crossed my back.. I gasped from surprise and from
the pain… loosing my footing and dangling by my wrists.. I felt yet
another lash across my back.. I tried to protest but the lashes just
kept coming and I could hear a few snickers from the other side of
the room.. after about 15 lashes… the tension on the wrist cuffs
was released and I was pushed to my knees..
there I felt my hands being attached to a chastiy belt that was being
placed around my waist.. my cock was put into a harness and a butt
plug inserted in my anus.
Still blindfolded I could not see who was doing this but could sense
more than just Brenda and Becky… then someone grabbed my head..
and as a lash went across my back.. I heard a strange female voice
say “open your mouth slave and pay homage to one of your new owners”
again another lash… I slowly opened my mouth..
Continue reading “Brenda and Becky”

Cum Drinking Ending

Kate and Linda left the mall, and decided to drive downtown and see
‘what kind of trouble they might be able to get into’, as Linda laughingly
called it. Kate was still buzzed about her momentous affair at the
restaurant, and idly rubbed her crotch through the short skirt she had on.

“God, I’d love to be able to finger myself right now..” she murmured as
Linda merged her car onto the expressway into town.

“Well, hell, go ahead, darling, I won’t tell!” grinned Linda. Kate
looked at her with a gleam in her eyes. She pulled up on the hem of the
skirt until her white pantied crotch came into view, then hunched down on
the seat. She lifted her hips off the seat and pulled the crotch of her
panties away until Linda could see the pink lips of her pussy peek out. Kate
kept her bush trimmed away quite a bit, and Linda loved the sight of the
glistening feminine lips. Kate moistened her index finger in her mouth and
slowly wormed it up into her canal, closing her eyes and moaning softly as
she did. She tweaked her clitoris as she slowly moved her finger in and out
of her now-moist vulva.
Continue reading “Cum Drinking Ending”

Cum Drinking Part 2

Kate and Linda were convulsed with giggles as they waltzed down the mall
aisle from the shoe store.
“I never saw a guy look so astonished as when I tilted that shoe up and
let the cum drip down into my mouth! I thought he was gonna have a heart
attack!” wheezed Linda, almost out of breath from the laughter and

“Yeah, well now it’s my turn” spoke Kate, “and I want to do it up right,
too. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“..and drink!” finished Linda.

The girls made their way to a nice upscale Italian restaurant that was
hidden away at one corner of the sprawling mall. After waiting a few moments,
the young blond headwaiter led them to a comfortable booth near the side of
the restaurant, where they could see out into the mall and watch the shoppers
walk by. They glanced at the menus for a moment, and Kate motioned for the

“Yes, ladies, what’ll it be today?” he said nonchalantly, innocently
looking down the top of Kate’s loose blouse at her unrestrained breasts. She
noticed him immediately, and pulled the menu close to her chest coquettishly.

“I’ll have the clams with white sauce, a salad with oil and vinegar
dressing, and a cup of coffe.”

“And I’ll have the same, to make it easy on you.” said Linda, a moment
later. “And please bring the coffee right away.”

He walked away, and Kate leaned over to Linda. “Did you see the way he
tried to look down my blouse!”

“Of course, honey, isn’t that what you want?” laughed her friend. “What
do you have planned for your ‘drink’?” she quizzed.
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Other Hand To write

A teacher was wrapping up class, and started talking about tomorrow’s
final exam. He said there would be no excuses for not showing up
tomorrow, barring a dire medical condition or an immediate family
member’s death. One smart ass, male student said, “What about extreme
sexual exhaustion?”, and the whole classroom burst into laughter.
After the laughter had subsided, the teacher glared at the student,
and said, “Not an excuse, you can use your other hand to write.”

Summer Fun

I like kinky sex,specifically, bondage and discipline. I love it, and I find that
it’s the only kind of sex that I really enjoy. I am also decidedly bisexual. I enjoy sex with both sexes, but prefer men.
I was told that there were several messages on the board, asking
for more stories and more detail, so I will tell you another

My current boyfriend, Mark, likes to show me off, and I like
being shown off. Two weeks ago, he told me that a couple of old
friends were coming into town, and that he wanted to show me off.
Of course, I agreed. On the day they were scheduled to arrive, I
selected my outfit, carefully. I wore a half t-shirt, a denim
mini-skirt, high heels and nothing else. Mark told me I looked
terrific. He especially liked the mini-skirt – it was so short,
that if I sat down, you could see everything. I felt very slutty,
and that made me feel very sexy.
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One Hard Day

6:00 Alarm.
6:15 Sex.
6:30 Massive dump while reading sports section of USA Today.
7:00 Breakfast, filet mignon and eggs, toast and coffee.
7:30 Limo arrives.
7:45 Stoli bloody Mary en route to airport.
8:15 Private jet to Augusta, GA.
9:30 Limo to Augusta National Golf Club.
9:45 Front nine at Augusta (2 under).
11:45 Lunch 2 dozen oysters on the half shell, 3 Heinekens.
12:15 Sex.
12:30 Back nine at Augusta (4 under).
14:15 Limo back to airport (Bombay Martini).
14:30 Private G4, Augusta to Nassau, Bahamas (nap).
15:15 Late afternoon fishing excursion with all female (topless) crew.
16:30 Land World record light tackle Marlin (1249 lbs).
17:00 Jet back and get massage & hand job en route by naked Kathy
18:45 Shit, shower and shave.
19:00 Watch CNN news flash: Clinton resigns – Hillary and Al
Gore farm animal video released and authenticated.
19:30 Dinner, lobster appetizers, Dom Perignon (1963) 20 oz. New York
21:00 Remy Martin and Cuban Partagas cigar.
21:30 Sex with three women.
23:00 Massage and Jacuzzi.
23:45 Bed (alone).
23:50 12 second, 4 octave fart — dog leaves room.
23:55 Giggle yourself to sleep.

Cum Drinkers

Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer
morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands
were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Kate and Linda got together to
chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light
blouse, as the summer weather was quite warm.

“I tell ya, honey, that husband of mine is a real dud in bed sometimes.
I dress sexy for him and talk sexy, and all he wants to do is shove it in me,
jerk a few times, come, and roll over and fall asleep. I really do miss the
wild times I used to have when I was younger, you know?” said Linda as she
slowly sipped at the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Exactly. I mean, I love Roger dearly, and wouldn’t really want to spend
my life with any other man, but jeeezus, I do get HORNY once in a while.”
Kate responded. “What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done, Lin?” she asked
almost shyly.

Linda looked at her for a few minutes, gauging the depths of the other
woman’s sensitivities. She swallowed the sip of warm coffee in her mouth and
leaned forwards surreptitiously.

“When I was in college I got drunk accidentally on purpose at a
fraternity party. After it got real late, I ended up being the only girl
there. The guys all started talking about their sexual conquests, and they
all claimed to be the worlds’ greatest lovers, you know?” She stopped for a
second to take another sip of coffee. “I said that any woman worth her salt
could outlast ten guys, and they all laughed. I challenged them. I got up
real slowly, and stripped as sexily as I could, without falling on my face!
A couple of the guys hauled some mattresses out to the living room, and I lay
down right in the center of them. I started stroking my cunt and licking my
lips really sexy, and before you know it, there were 20 or 30 naked guys
dancing around. I laid back, crooked my finger at the nearest one, and
motioned him over.
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