Finger Sex


The Janitor, Chapter one.

Gwen picked up the mail from the mat, closed the front door behind with her foot and flicked the switch, turning on the main light. She dropped her coat over the back of the hall chair, next to the phone and stepped into the living room, kicking off her shoes and wriggling her toes in the pile of the carpet as she went. It had been a long day, stressful and she was inordinately pleased to be at home in her warm apartment at last. The mail was dropped on the settee, ready to be gone through in a short while.She wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured herself a cold glass of chardonnay from the opened bottle that was covered beads of condensation over the green glass...

Monday mornings.

It was a dull Monday morning as always, me and my sister were getting ready to go to school, we're twins, both 18, she has a slim body with the perfect long bronzed legs, long wavy golden blonde hair that always falls perfectly in front of her eyes, and a dainty size of 5ft 5, me on he other hand, a tall 6ft, short spikey blonde hair, and a well earned 6 pack, I walked past Natasha's room, I noticed she had the door open a little, she must of thought that she was alone because when our parents were in she would always keep the door closed.

Fantasy time, me!

Following Mine and Kevins exploits with the fantasy world, and a stud named Gary, i felt it was about time i tried abd lived one of my fantasy's that knowone but me ever knew about, i wasn't sure which one, i just knew, it was time, Kevin didn't need to know everything, besides this one was for me, that'll make it 1-1! Right!? The following days after my husbands bi-sexual threesome, with myself and the internet stud, Gary, i had been given an opportunity to go to scotland for a learning weekend from work. Hurrying at the chance, a little get away is always good, i jumped the first train, after say bye to my hubby. Upon the train, a 15 hour slow train journey had begun.

Fantasy time, me and Kev.

After several years of thinking, the time had come for my husband and i, to fulfil our wildest fantasy's, only, he wouldn't know too much about most of them, who am i to tell, march, and the frosty mornings still among us, yet spring, firstly let me tell you some bits about ourselves. My husband, a 33 y/o, handsome, builder by trade, and very good with his hands! Named Kevin, myself, 34 y/o, sassy, told im very attractive, and awsome with my tongue. We had often spoken of our fantasy's, but husband was more honest and sordid than me, i kept them simple, almost romantic, secretly yearning for other, unmentionable, to him at least, things.

Tales From Alyrrawood - Ch. 2

Dru was panting, his body aching, as Tiny pushed him down on the bed, the tall, dark-skinned human leaning over him and mouthing his cock through the thin cotton of his briefs, the hot, wet material rubbing against his sensitive flesh and making him squirm. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Dru's underwear, Tiny slid them off and tossed them aside, licking his lips as he stared down at the young mage's hard cock, slender and pale compared to Tiny's dark monster. Dru gasped, arching his back as Tiny swallowed him to the base in one slurp, sucking hard as he bobbed his head, each stroke of his lips and tongue drawing a breathless whimper from Dru's lips.

The first time with Helen

This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the smaller details that might give a clue to her real identity. I don't know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and cause any difficulties. I met Helen on line. Her handle was "Lady of Kent". The chat line was a free forum, I can't remember which one it was now and it doesn't really matter. Just that it was the vehicle that brought us together. We chatted over several months, slowly discovering little snippets about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each other's point of view.

Girls Play Tent at Nude Camp

The girls around the block put their request with my stepdaughter to attend the "nudist colony" for the weekend. We joined about 7 years ago and it has been the best investment any incestuous family could make...We have a few BDSM friends at the camp site who occupy the basement in the main clubhouse. Usually they have a few sex slaves but when they have unsuspecting first timers who need constant attention, our friends put on quite a show for the camp site. This is my 3rd marriage in 10 years.

Calory Burning!

Well my job was based around exercise which was why I love my job. I love exercise, I love the burning sensation run through my muscular arms as I lift the weights and ignore the admiring advances of the women in Lycra to my left, I focused purely on pulling this heap of metal up and down until I was completely sapped of energy. After month after month of consecutive gym sessions on a daily basis, I was approached by a sharp looking woman in a business suit who proposed that I should become a personal trainer. I mean I get to exercise more and the gym was my social habitat; one that I thrived in as I could return the seductive gazes and join in with the banter thrown around but I didn't have any other alternative so I bit her hand off.

Maybe one more massage!

It was my last client of the day and I was dreading it, I could see the snow beginning to fall against the window and I knew that if I wasn't carefully, I could end up being snowed in at work and I couldn't think of something worse. I did decide however to make an effort as I lit the candles and let the aroma of vanilla drift through the air and fill the room. The room was nice and warm and I was ready as I stood there in my plain white uniform. I heard the bell ring which indicated the door had been opened and stepped out expecting to be rubbing the muscle of yet another strapping young lad who'd pulled something whilst playing some sort of exercise but I couldn't have been more wrong!

Sexual Awakening

Dean, a nineteen year old guy that I'd been talking to increasingly often, arrived at my house around 7pm like he said he would, and I got a little uneasily into his old silver car as he held the door open for me. By the time I got to Dean's I was even more nervous for no particular reason, but I was relieved the drive had gone smoothly (at least in my opinion) and that we had managed to keep the conversation going... Or at least I waffled on enough for the both of us. I followed him on weak legs into the back garden where a large shed had been converted into his bedroom.