It was Shirley’s party night so instead of going out to a bar she
invited some friends over to party at her house. There was quite
a few good looking guys with hot looking dates there. Shirley had
her eye on a few of them. Tony, Brian, Randy, Tom and Eddie. They
didn’t know it yet but by the time the night was over she would
have them all. They were the hottest guys there. With the hottest
dates, who thought they were the most beautiful girls any guy
could lay eyes on. Little did the girls know, the guys were tired
of girls who worried more about their looks rather that having
fun. So Shirley slowly went to work on getting what she
wanted. (more…)

Across Birmingham’s downtown, through the center of the city,
you are topless and smiling. My pants are undone, and a less-than
throbbing penis slumbers in the midday sun. Traffic is all around
us. Your shorts are draped demurely across your lap, hiding fingers
tickling a sparse bush and eager lips. Not so much to go to climax,
more like idling and enjoying the feeling of slick lips and warmth.

“Hungry?”
“Yes, very. I’d like something to eat, first, though…”

Off the freeway at the next exit ramp is a Roy Rogers. Perfect.
We are fourth in line at the drive thru. (more…)

Sally arrived home from her trip feeling tired, but more
importantly, randy - it had been a few days since she had engaged
in any form of sexual activity - she had been tempted to pop into
the loo on the train in order to play with herself but had finally
decided against it as it would not be long before she arrived
home. She was wearing a black skirt which reached to just above
her knees and on top she wore a white blouse covered by a light
fawn coloured jumper. This latter was somewhat tight and outlined
her breasts in such a way to make their size obvious, forming as
they did, constrained by her bra, two luscious looking mounds. The
sun shone on Sally’s thick red hair as she rang the door-bell.
Her key was buried somewhere in her bag and in any case she
wanted to see who, if anyone, was at home. (more…)

Breakfast is over…your husband is off to work, and the
kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen
table finishing the last cup from the coffee
pot…daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting
ready to start another weekday.

The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning
trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it
might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you
think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe
and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is
they probably don’t look much better than I do.” (more…)

Charlene and I had hiked most of the day to get to one of the more
isolated campground areas in Yosemite park, and we were both quite hot and
sweaty by the time we reached it. Upon arriving, we saw that there were
several other tents already pitched, with a few people milling about or
just relaxing in the peaceful surroundings. We staggered in and said
hello, then proceeded to find a suitable spot for our tent. Several of
the good spots had been taken, but we found one some distance away from
our neighbors. It was nice and flat, with some grasses to cushion our
backs. We set up our tent. (more…)