“Isn’t it love that keeps us breathing?  Isn’t it love we’re sent here for?”

Many of us pass our lives day to day, waking, dressing, washing, commuting, working, eating, sleeping, occasionally making love or having sex, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but all too often experienced as a routine. We often lose sight of the idea of each day being a gift and of seemingly random events as having greater meaning. We take too much for granted.

In my work, seeing larger meaning, or even hope, is often very difficult. For thirty years I’ve worked in the government of a large eastern city. First as an idealistic young program manager, then as a cop, and then after I’d taken a bullet which stopped my “let’s-just-chase-the-perp-over-that-20-foot-fence” days, as an operative for the city’s Investigation Department. We look out for corruption and for people trying to rip off the city with scams.

Enforcement work of any kind can disillusion you pretty nicely, thank you, and make you forget the beauty and kindness around you. You spend your time in a paranoid state of mind, looking for people who lie without thinking about it, get caught, and keep on lying until we eventually put them away. You can easily forget about the magic of those seemingly random pauses of unplanned joy in your life. When you get to that point, you’re in big trouble. Burned out. Suicidal. Depressed.

That’s how cops die or slide into a bottle. That’s where I was until one of those chance intersections of lives pulled me out; one of those pitches life throws at you that you can decide to turn away from, or allow it to change you forever. Read the rest

“Tuesday night again. Time for another band practice,” I thought to myself as I ate supper.

You see, I’m a member of a community band that I joined a few years ago after leaving high school. I figured it would be a good way to keep up with the music that had been such a big part of my life at school. I also thought it might help me find a girlfriend, though I’d never had any luck meeting girls in any of the other groups I’d been in before. But you never know; your luck has to change sometime.

There were quite a few attractive females in the band, but there was always a problem. Usually, they were either married or were 16-year-old high school students. Not exactly what I had in mind. Some of them were fun to flirt with, but that’s as far as it could go. There was one notable exception, though.

Her name was Heather. She was 21, which is about the age I was at the time. Tall and attractive, she had one of the loveliest pairs of breasts I’ve ever seen. I’d thought about those big, firm breasts so many times, wanting to hold them, suck on them… but for some reason, I’d always had the impression that she was in the band just to play music. Read the rest

Allen and I had been married for a few years and he had wanted kids the entire time we’ve been married. I had resisted his wish for children at first as I was focused on my career more than starting a family. One day I decided I was ready to fulfill his wish. I was going to surprise him by giving him a baby. I secretly went off the pill and used a diaphragm for a few months.

Then when I decided it was finally time I made excuses for not having sex until I was ovulating. If you knew how much my husband, Allen loved sex than you would wonder how I kept sex from him for so long. It wasn’t an easy task. That night I planned to seduce Allen, reveal my naughty plan and let him, “knock me up.” That isn’t exactly what happened.

I got home from work to find him in a cranky mood. He’d stopped off from work and had a few drinks with a few of his buddies that night. Before I even new what was happening we were having a raging fight about some trivial thing. I was so pissed, my plan was falling apart and I just walked out and slammed the door. I went straight to my friend, Silvia’s house. I told her what happened and she convinced me to go out to the bar with her. We got wasted. Read the rest

“You’re kidding!” Sandra was obviously amused and I didn’t like the way this was going.

Alexis, who lives in the apartment across the hall had just told her about our experience that very afternoon. You see, Alexis, who works in a doctor’s office, had convinced Sandra and I that we ought not to put off having physicals. I’d just finished mine but not without an embarrassing moment. After having been shown into the examination room, in walks Alexis, telling me to undress.

She didn’t leave either. She just stood there waiting.

“Uh, I feel funny doing this.” I was slowly unbuttoning the first buttons of my shirt. So slowly, in fact, that I wasn’t likely to be undressed before midnight.

“Whatever for?” She sounded genuinely surprised. I couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t see the oddity of the situation.

“Well, knowing you and everything.”

She smiled, stifling a giggle. “Oh, is that it? I am a professional you know. I do see men undressing every day and don’t even think about it.”

“Yes, but it’s so weird… doing it in front of my next-door neighbor.”

“Well, get over it. We can’t wait here all day.” Read the rest

I was playing poker with three of my friends and had lost almost all of my money. My wife was really pissed off at me for losing so much money. Two of my friends called it a night, and that left me and Derek. Derek had been the big winner that night, and my wife asked him to give me back the money I’d lost.

He looked at her for a few moments, then looked at me and said, “I’ll make you a deal.” He said that he’d give me a chance to win it back, if my wife would ante up one piece of clothing in each hand. The more I won, the less my wife would have to take off, plus I’d also get the cash in the pot. My wife looked over at me, I looked at her, and she answered for both of us by putting a shoe on the table.

My luck didn’t change, and before I knew it, my wife was standing beside the table in nothing but her bra and panties. With shaking hands she reached up and unhooked her bra. My wife has beautiful 36B breasts that are firm and round and capped with small light pink nipples. She tossed her blond hair and let it partially cover her tits. Read the rest

Frank walked up to Tiffany’s with apprehension. He had not been able to get it up the other night, and the word was all around town.  He knew that Tiffany had wanted to go to bed with him for a long time, and when she had asked him last night to come over this morning, she would not tell him why. His failure to get hard the other night with one of her best friends was on his mind, and he wondered what Tiffany might say to try and help the situation.

Tiffany was a small girl, not even five feet tall. Her chest appeared small, and Frank had heard it was nothing more than a mouthful. But Tiffany’s prize possession was her cunt. Tiffany was a redhead, and the hairs on her cunt proved that she was a natural, from what Frank had heard. He had always had a thing for redheads, and he wondered if he could persuade Tiffany to give him a piece of ass. Read the rest

Over the years I’ve worked really hard to get to the top, sacrificing everything to become what I am today, but it’s paid off. I’m one of only three female vice-presidents in our company, and I’m making a ton of money.

Unfortunately, that’s all I have to show for my hard work. Money, and the by-products of money. Nothing else. No husband. No kids. Not even a steady guy. Just a nice apartment, a Jag sedan, and a great wardrobe.

Sounds great, doesn’t it, but it isn’t. It just isn’t enough. I need sex, and lots of it, and when I get horny, I don’t want some politically correct suit to fuck me. I want a real man. Or group of men. You know the type. Construction workers. Truck drivers. Bikers. Guys who know how to give me what I really want, which isn’t a fucking “relationship.” What I crave more and more these days is hard cock and lately, the more the merrier. Read the rest

It hadn’t gone well, Sherri thought, as she leafed through an old magazine. She shifted position, took her shoes off, and curled her feet up comfortably beneath her on the couch.

Across the room, Kevin was still typing away. They’d been working together quite well on the book, and then he’d had one of his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed her away, irritably, because he didn’t want her “looking over his shoulder.” As if he hadn’t looked over mine enough, she thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall between them! With a sigh, she picked up another magazine and slid farther down into the cushions that covered Kevin’s couch.

She’d just begun reading a fascinating article on archaeological discoveries at Tell-el-Amarna when Kevin spoke. “Look, it’s getting late, and I have a lot of things to do in the morning. Time for you to go home.”

Sherri closed her eyes for a moment. All right, she thought, if that’s the way you want it… She reached down, slipped on her shoes again, tossed the magazine on the table and got up to go. Her portfolio and purse and all her papers had been left on the table by the door, and she turned that way, unwilling to look at Kevin. Sometimes, she thought, I wish you hadn’t talked me into this so-called collaboration. I wish you hadn’t insisted that we both work here at your place. I wish you hadn’t. Read the rest

He had just gotten off work in the computer lab. Sara waited patiently by the door. She smiled seductively, because she knew what was about to happen. He was nervous because he had never been with such a beautiful woman before and he really wanted to impress her.

Sara was so sexy, she even walked seductively, her ass moving gently side to side as she walked ahead of him. They walked across the parking lots to Lafollette and on past it to her building. She punched the button for the elevator and the doors opened almost instantly. She walked in and he followed. When the doors closed, she slid her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.

Gently he bent his head down and softly touched his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and sweet and it was only a few seconds before she opened her mouth and slid the tip of her tongue into his. He was shaking from being so nervous, but Sara’s gentle French kiss seemed to calm him some. He gently raised his hand toward her breast, but stopped short when the elevator door began to open.

She led him to the stairs and then down the hall to her room. She quickly unlocked the door and ushered him in. The room was dark, except for one small lamp on her desk. She quickly turned him around and continued their kiss from the elevator. Sara’s tongue was less gentle this time and seemed to desire more from him than before. He slid his tongue a little further into her mouth and she moaned from the pleasure. Read the rest

Let me begin by introducing myself - my name is Darren and I work for a large corporation (which will remain anonymous). My job is not the most exciting. It’s usually the same thing day in and day out.

That is… until one day.

There’s this girl I met one day at work named Alexis. She is a real looker as they say. Our relationship was purely casual. She was a secretary on the third floor and I was an engineer on the first.

One day she asked me if I could help her out with setting up a new computer for her boss (how she acquired this responsibility I’ll never know). Anyway, since I really did like her, I told her I’d help out - but after work (I had my own responsibilities).

At 5:30 I met her at her desk and she led me to the third floor office of her boss, Mr. Peterson.

As it turned out her boss was away on a business trip (otherwise we would not have been allowed to do any work in his office until later that evening when he went home).

As we got into the office I couldn’t help but to notice how great she looked.

She was wearing a short skirt, white blouse, and black shoes and stockings.

She bent over to pick up the manuals and my heart nearly stopped.

She turned her head while she bent over and saw that I was “taking in the sights.” Read the rest

Am I the luckiest woman on the planet or what? I have wild sex drive and a playful imagination, and I have a devoted, big-dicked husband who will do ANYTHING to please me. He’s absolutely mad about me and, believe me, I make him prove it – every day of the week!

I work hard all week, but I stay energized during my busy days just daydreaming about the fun that’s waiting for me when I get home. My hubby Chris knows I like variety and that I have a lot ofways to enjoy myself. He knows there’s something specific expected of him every night of the week when I get home from work.

And if he forgets, or if he gets lazy or neglectful, well I still get to have some fun. I call my powerful, ex-boxer lover over and ask him to bring his belt. Then I watch with glee as my big stud puts Chris over his lap and gives him an exciting, bare-bottom spanking. Man, can he get that boy’s tail shiny red!

But I digress. Those spankings rarely happen. Chris always remembers what he’s supposed to do to please me.

So here’s my week: Read the rest

I was working in the Bracknell area at the time and I stopped off in this car park after work to go for a run. Its quite a well known trolling area and I made sure I was wearing a sexy pair of running shorts in case any interesting opportunities arose (something’s arising right now actually as I recall what happened).

I parked the car and was just catching the end of a radio programme I’d been listening to when this XR3 pulled into the car park. It made a couple of circuits of the car park and then came and parked right next to me. Inside was a young blond guy of about 25 and a girl of about 20. They were obviously hot for it because no sooner had the car stopped than they were groping and feeling one another. This was making me really randy and my cock was uncontrollably bulging against the thin material of my shorts. Read the rest

I saw through the louvered closet door a sight that made my knees almost buckle. He’s taking her to our bed! I almost screamed out, but managed to choke it to a whimper that was covered by the sagging of the bed. But, another part of me was getting wet and I had to see more.

Just then he reached in the night stand, taking my semi-sweet strawberry oil out and pouring the warm liquid all over her almost too thin body. She’s moaning and groaning as he let his hands wander completely over her body, from her midsection, spreading the oil down her thighs to her toes. “Pop!” it’s a little toe cracking as he pulls on it.

Giggling, she’s stretching her long body, hands pushing the head-board and pushes her feet to him. “Oh, my good god!” Courtney screams.

“I wonder where they imagine I’ve gone?” I think, as he’s working her feet almost to the point of pain.

My mind feels like a tennis ball volleying back and forth between, ‘Why is John doing this?’, to ‘Yes! That looks so hot, and I’m just a little perverted to be enjoying it so.’

Then he drops her feet, cups her breasts with both hands, slides them to the nipples and stretches them almost too much! (The tennis match now defaults to my pussy, which is leaking down my thigh). Read the rest

She was tough, alright, just as advertised. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and fiery, and loved her bondage sessions. She had a very high tolerance for pain too, maybe that was what I really admired about her; that she could take anything I could dish out, and then some, and that she truly loved every minute of it!

I think the best time we had was when she came to me begging, pleading for me to really torture her breasts, now, how could I possibly refuse a request like that? Well, I couldn’t, and it was one of the most erotic times we had together.

We went into my playroom and I immediately slapped the leather cuffs on her wrists, then attached them to the overhead pulley and pulled her up till her toes were just barely touching the ground. I quickly stuffed in a ball gag just in case she wanted to complain, but she never did, never would, then I put on the hood, sealing her off from the world quite effectively. Read the rest

Like many couples, my wife and I had fantasised while we fucked about her being screwed by some other guy. It always turned us both on immensely and we would both cum hard. It seemed a harmless way to add some spice to our sex life. Not that I had any complaints anyway.

I should tell you about my wife, Amber. She’s 23 years old (same as me - we got married at 16), a wonderful tiny 5ft 1 of sheer sex. I don’t mean to boast but she really is stunning. She has her brown hair in a ‘bob’ style, has an innocent looking face with big, brown eyes, 36d tits which look absolutely huge on her small frame and a lovely pair of legs. What I am about to relate took place when we were both 20 years old.

About 3 years ago, our ‘multiple fuck’ fantasies began to evolve further and get really nasty. My wife would talk like the sluttiest whore, telling me how she wanted other men to fuck her at the same time - the more the better. After a while, she got even nastier, saying how she wanted the men to be black and for at least three of them to fuck her ass, mouth and cunt at the same time before each in turn ramming their massive cocks into her tight cunt and shooting their spunk deep inside her.

Our fucking sessions always ended up on this fantasy with Amber coming hard, her cunt milking the spunk from my cock and into the rubber (we had decided to hold on before starting a family and the pill ‘doesn’t agree’ with Amber so I had to use a rubber each time). This nasty, slutty talk from my usually demure wife always made me completely empty my balls. Read the rest