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Bang went the front door! Claire, arriving dead tired from her walk up the neighborhood’s San Francisco hill, after a week of super hard project work at computing services Univ. of California at San Francisco. “Boy, do I need a drink and a load off,” Claire thought, as she kicked off her work shoes, Naturalizer comfort walkers and slipped into her Dr. Scholl’s wooden exercise sandals…”Ahh, that’s already sooo much better.. what would I like to drink now? What’s in here?”, looking into the liquor cabinet. “Aha! Dry Vermouth; I’ll add Tanqueray and ice and stir the hell out of it for a smooth martini plus!!” She took down her glass, mixing metal canister, filling it with chipped ice, poured out a generous three ounces of Tanqueray gin, a mere two drops of vermouth (she hates macho guys who just pass the vermouth bottle near the top of the glass.. for adding fumes. Claire really loves the flavor of the dry vermouth and its slippery slight oiliness adding piquancy and texture her more classic-style martini.

Claire’s ice was practically 100% gin, so she poured her ingredients right into the canister to mix with the ice, then agitated the whole mixture like crazy, for a full two minutes. Her glass had been tucked in the freezer for this little time and now was taken out with a light frost fogging its rim.. Ahhh… what a drink this will be! Slowly pouring out her martini through a metal strainer keeping all ice pieces in the canister, Claire sighed in anticipation as her drink became reality. With a few pieces of gouda cheese sliced and set on Table Water crackers, Claire repaired to her boudoir, the neatest part of her bachelorette apartment.

Zip went the zipper to her fashion-conscious suit, off came her silk blouse, she reached back and released the catch of her sensual bra, freeing her sweet breasts and causing her nipples to pop out with little touches of her martini glass! Off with these stockings and garter belt! Claire liked bucking the trend of most women stuck with pantyhose so she wore stockings to work and on dates, except in the hottest summer months, when she wore thigh-high silk stockings or bare legs. She liked the more sensual feel and give of the garter snaps and flexible-sexy stockings, and she knew that many of her girl friends (click to read entire story…)

This happened when I was about fourteen, I think. I had been reading a “hot” book that Louise gave me. I don’t remember the name, but I do remember I got very horny reading it. I stopped reading to play with myself, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. I wanted something inside. I wanted to feel like I was being “made love” to, and to experience what the heroine of the book was experiencing.

I looked around my room for something penis-sized and -shaped, but didn’t find anything. Pens, pencils, even a hairbrush handle came under my scrutiny and were rejected. The more I searched, the more desperate I became, the more I wanted something. (click to read entire story…)

To me reading about real happenings is a much better turn on than reading someone’s imagination. The following story is absolutely true and did happen as written. It may be small and even seem a bit ‘so whatish’ to some people, but oh well its my memory.

Here I was, a virile 17 year old at the time of this adventure in my life, was a thin male, 6ft tall, and still a virgin. Had a fingerfuck experience with a girl earlier that year but that was it.

It was a very hot and humid day in sunny south Florida. I had driven to my favorite beach located next to a state park in southern florida. This beach area does not have lifeguards or ordinances against dogs or drinking or anything for that matter.

I had been drinking all the way there and was feeling pretty good. I had just finishing the remains of an old ‘doob’ I had found in the ashtray from the day prior, when I turned off the main highway onto the dirt access road to the beach. I parked the car in the designated area and gathered my small cooler and towel and walked down towards the beach. I scanned the area for people that were in the buff. (click to read entire story…)

The day starts as any other, except for the fact that I can’t concentrate. It’s been a long haul for this software I’m developing and the stress of overtime has taken it’s toll on me. The time passes very slowly as I mold this design into shape. I can’t wait until 2:30 rolls around.

As I pass the day, I continually open this one drawer in my desk, and stare at your picture on the desk hutch. The picture is one of your devilish smiles and reveals a part of you which is undeniably fantastic. In the drawer is a plane ticket to Boston. The flight leaves at 4:30, with a connection in Detroit at 5:15. I can’t wait.

Time finally passes and my boss tells me to have a good time as put on my jean jacket and head for the door. I beam and say “I will, definitely.” I run out to the parking lot and hop into the car.

The engine barks as I turn the key, and I let the clutch out quickly as the tires give that all too familiar chirp. I’m in motion, heading toward O’Hare. The usual speed on these excursions is about 90. I’m too wired and cannot slow down, I’ve got 800 miles to go today. (click to read entire story…)

That particular night I planned to just sit back and relax. I had a bottle of wine and it was warm enough I could have left all my clothes off if I wished. I ended up in an old t-shirt. I might as well have been naked though, because when I sat down in my easy chair and lay one leg over the arm, my shirt pulled up almost to my waist, exposing everything it should have covered. Little did I expect that by the end of the night the shirt would not be all I would take off.

My older brother Luke has always been close to me and we share with each other those things of our own we think the other needs or would enjoy. Sometimes it’s eerie the way we know what is on the other’s mind. He must have known I was going to be alone that night because he had dropped off a VHS tape with a note to call him in the morning to let him know my reaction.

I had enjoyed x-rated movies before, some with Luke. The first time he brought one over, I couldn’t believe my eyes. By the time we finished watching the movie my mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow, but my [tag]pussy[/tag] was so wet I’m sure my dress was damp where it had fallen between my legs. I’m also sure Luke knew what I had on my mind. He brought over others for me after that and I always looked forward to each new movie. I loved to watch the guys fucking and licking the girls in the films and I especially liked to pretend it was on my stomach or on my tits their semen spilled. I dreamed of rubbing it into my skin, my pubic hair, my pussy lips and then sucking my fingers until their wetness was licked away. But I hadn’t watched one in months. So I especially looked forward to an evening of fantasy as I took Luke’s movie out of it’s container and slipped it into the recorder.

The film I put in the player that night, however, was not what I anticipated. This one did not have guys. It was only about girls. (click to read entire story…)