Sex in Montpellier

*Episode 4 - A Perfect Division of Skills*

I was aware of children playing in the street. A soft morning breeze drifted across my naked body, refreshing me. A warm shaft of sunlight added just the right note of sensuous well-being. It was everything I loved about a Saturday morning sleep-in. In a moment, I would think about opening my eyes, but for now, I was drinking in these tactile sensations.

Slowly, my mind replayed the sensations my body (and mind) had felt before drifting off to sleep with my wife in my arms just a few hours ago. (continue reading…)

When my mom told me that Mrs. Reid had called and had some chores for me to do, I was both excited and nervous. Excited, because Mrs. Reid usually rewarded my hard work with a long, slow handjob that would leave me coming in quarts. Nervous, because more and more of her “chores” were stunts devised to get me into embarrassing situations for her amusement.

She was bored, Mrs. Reid was. Her husband made tons of money but was away a lot on business, and since she didn’t work and had a wild streak in her Jackie Reid did things that the typical 50-year-old suburban housewife didn’t do. Like fool around with her 18-year-old neighbor. And have that neighbor, me, do stupid things to stir things up. (continue reading…)

*(Weapons of seduction)*

“A weapon is a tool with a purpose. Be the craftsman of such tool and master its qualities.” Tiger said as she twirled the Bo staff in front of him. His medium frame cautiously paced back and forth across the mat.

Little Dragon countered his every move. Tiger went one way; Little Dragon would go the other. Circling each other in the center of the Dojo. They squared off on the mat with playful jests. Each spinning their Bo staff with speed and swirls.

The studio was empty except for Tiger and Dragon. Once again in the Dojo practicing after hours. A storm was raging outside and Tiger and Dee decided to wait till a break in the storm before driving on the roads. (continue reading…)

“(But first – a health warning! If you’re one of the appreciative, but limited number of, readers who have been following my ‘Ambridge’ series in the ‘Celebrities’ section – read no further. You’ll find the plot somewhat familiar. I just thought, with the amount of effort that goes into these stories, I’d try for a wider audience ……)”

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“Damn!” Caroline thought to herself, as she stepped into the taxi. It certainly had not been ‘the plan’ to conclude her night out with Oliver by putting him to bed, in a state of hopeless inebriation. (continue reading…)

The morning following her after-hours experience with Sally at the strip club gave me the opportunity to talk to my wife about her reaction to things. She admitted that, perhaps like most women, she’d always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. This was a curiosity, though, she repressed until last night for fear of what my reaction might be … and perhaps fearful of how much she’d like it. But she admitted enjoying it immensely once she understood I arranged it and wasn’t turned off by the idea of her being bi. She also admitted that although she hardly considered herself a lesbian … she enjoyed a man’s cock too much for that … she would hardly object to being with other women again. (continue reading…)

I was sitting at the bar in a restaurant called Marty’s in one of the many suburbs of Chicago waiting for my date, actually a blind date set up for me by a friend at work. I got there forty-five minutes early because it would have been too far to drive home to my apartment and be able to get back in time to meet my date. Another reason I was so early was that it had been years since I had been on a regular date let alone a blind date and I was a bit nervous. I wanted to have a couple of drinks to settle my nerves before my date showed up. Carla, my friend from work, gave me a brief description of my date and said I shouldn’t have any trouble recognizing her. All I really got from the description was her name Mary and that she is supposed to be very attractive. (continue reading…)

The two men then stripped and sat down on the ottoman to watch me servicing Julie.

I crouched down between Julies legs and spread her lips wide so I could lick around inside her pink valley, as I lowered my head I saw that her hole was already open showing how aroused she was from being licked and playing with and then finger fucking my cunt and asshole.

I ran by tongue around her inner lips tasting her nectar once again as I teased her making her wait for my tongue to probe her hole or play with her swollen clit. She moaned and pushed her cunt up to my mouth while at the same time she put her hands on my head and pressed my mouth down hard against her cunt she then began to grind it on my mouth.. (continue reading…)

I was in a state of sexual anticipation, remembering our first encounter through an online sex site. After exchanging a few messages and pics, we agreed to meet at a restaurant one evening to see if we wanted to take things further.

I arrived wearing a loose, low-cut pink blouse over a black skirt slit to my thigh. You approached me in a dress with a plunging neckline that fitted tightly under your boobs, accentuating their fullness and easily permitting me to see your black silk push up bra. Your thigh was exposed almost to your knickers and drew my eyes like a magnet. If nothing else there was certainly an electric visual attraction between us. My eyes roamed freely over your curves, anticipating seeing more and I noticed yours appraising me, as well. I thought that, for being in our early 40’s, we looked pretty hot. (continue reading…)

Do you find that in this sometimes painful sometimes wonderful world of ours that life’s pleasures are best enjoyed when they come unexpectedly? I do. That’s how it was with me and Mrs Kellerman. Unexpected, and fine, very, very fine.

I met Mrs K when I was staying at my aunt’s house one summer. At the time immediately before I met her, I was in a kind of down-hearted frame of mind. Shortly after I met her I was flying high on my own personal cloud. Now, I have a precise, precious memory of this beautiful, curvaceous woman of, I’d guess around her mid-fifties (it is rude to ask I’ve been told), with a warm smile and a kind heart, not to mention a ripe full figure and accommodating wet and warm mouth, pussy, and asshole. (continue reading…)

*ON THE GENTLE HUNGER AND SLOW SEDUCTION OF JASMINE PILCHER*

“(If you haven’t read chapters 1 and 2, you might want to look them over first. . . .)”

The first thing I heard the next morning was the radio in the kitchen talking about a winter storm and the gentle sound of Jasmine Pilcher singing a church hymn – and a crackling. Not coffee this time but – I sniffed the air – sausage on a griddle.

I looked out the window. It was as white as it could be, not unlike Jasmine’s panty-covered ass that I exploded my cum upon last night. It seemed a century ago. (continue reading…)