Kissing


Young Widow CH04

Doug and I had sex two more times, the first times for me since my husband had passed two years before. I loved it. It was great, I felt so alive again, and now I knew I was fully recovered from my grief. I would never forget, but I was now ready to return to a full life. I also knew I didn't want to stay with Doug permanently. As nice as he was, as good as he had been to me, and as much as I had liked having sex with him, he wasn't the person I wanted to settle down with. Perhaps no-one was. That was something I was still unsure about. I also started to realize I wasn't a prude. I had always thought of myself as a little bit of a prude, except when I was in the bedroom with my husband.

Young Widow CH03

My third date with Doug had been quite exciting, as we both had performed oral sex on the other. That was the first sex I had with another person since my husband had passed away more than two years before, but I was ready for more. Doug knew I was ready for more. Well, I had told him. Before we had oral sex I had surprised myself by telling him that I wanted him inside me, but without a condom I wouldn't do it. I was afraid of disease. Pregnancy didn't bother me. I had learned long ago that I was unable to have children. But disease is always a possibility. So it was that on our next date, I knew Doug would come prepared.

Young Widow CH01

I was an 18 year old virgin when I was married, believe it or not. I had very little experience with any kind of sex. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he was taken ill and died. For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from?

Aunt Debauchery

Aunt Debauchery - The Flipside to Summer at Aunt Sylvia's I smiled as I replaced the phone back in its cradle. I'd just finished speaking to my sister who had pretty much begged me to have my nephew to stay for a few weeks. By all accounts he had been driving his parents up the wall with the usual adolescent behaviour. Far from feeling put upon I gladly accepted, after all it's not like I had much else to fill my days with.

Summer at Aunt Sylvia's

Summer at Aunt Sylvia'sIt was the summer holidays and having bummed around the house long enough to irritate my Mother I was packed off to go and stay with my Aunt Sylvia for a few weeks. I wasn't particularly bothered by this, most of my college friends were away on holiday and I'd grown bored of lazing around the house and getting nagged at. Besides, my Aunt and Uncle were well off and lived in a house that was way too big for just the two of them to rattle around in. After a rather tedious train journey on a sweaty, packed train I finally arrived at the station to be greeted by my Aunt waving enthusiastically at me.

Desire on the Dance Floor

House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.

Sexy Sister In Law

My sister-in-law was visiting Tim and I for two weeks. Jean is a truly gorgeous woman. I've always been in awe of her. She is one of those multitalented people who seems to do everything with verve, flair, and in her case - talent, in everything she sets her mind to. She's an ex model who has her own modeling school. She paints beautifully, is a talented musician, and ex ball room dancing teacher. Her taste in clothes is impeccable, and she's a wonderful cook on top of that. To top all that off, she is a wonderful person. Tim's an electrical engineer and got called out of town on an emergency. He was gone a week, so Jean and I talked and got to know each other very well.

03 Incest Beach

Dinner that night was uneventful. The food was fantastic, the service was exemplary, but it was just a relaxing meal. We met a lot of people. A few made a very nice impression on me, very funny and attractive folks. I met some women from what I found out was the 'singles villa' who offered to take me sailing.We had an after-dinner drink on a veranda, watching the sunset. It was postcard perfect.I looked for Mari but didn't see here, and when mom said she was tired from the long day of travel, I said I was too, and we head back to our villa.The path was lit, but not brightly. It was still very dark. Mom stumbled just a bit and I reached out and offered her my hand, and she took it.

Lesbian Contentment

"It's a red satin cincher with black stockings and hells. Red cami and tap pants. A nice English cincher with six garters as opposed to the American style with just four." Your voice was low, breathy, husky, enticing. You knew full well the effect your words were having on me. "I think the pants are a bit too much. Don't you feel overdressed?""Loose my tap pants? Do you think I would look better? The red of the cincher might clash with the red of my bush. Should I take them off? Just for you?". You were playing along now, teasing me, knowing that I was excited, could hear the excitement, the want in my voice. Growling low in my throat, "Yes, take them off. Just for me...

Dirty, Funky, Nasty

I'm sitting here at this dinner party with my man trying to keep under control. Being a nymphomaniac in a room full of men is testing my will to it's limits. I may look like the picture perfect wife to everyone here but between my legs is a whore's pussy and it's wet and ready for each and every man in here tonight. The smile on my face is rehearsed and my reserved nature is a decoy no one here knows that I want to suck and fuck all of them to within an inch of their life. Tawni the hostess for the evening hands me a drink and while she's looking at me I smile politely and uncross my legs flashing her man a glimpse of my shaved pussy.