Garden Delight

Garden Delight
By Laura Sutton
Copyright 2007-2011

Jenna arched her back and wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead as she looked around at her handiwork. The garden was coming along quite nicely and was worth all the sweat and time she had put into it. She turned around to get her glass of lemonade and was surprised to see her new neighbor standing at the garden gate.

“Good afternoon,” Kent said, smiling.

She waved him to come on in. “Glad to see you. Hope you’re getting settled in.”

“Thanks. It’s taking more time than I thought it was, but I needed a break,” he said as he came up to stand next to Jenna.

She gave him another close inspection. She’d done one the other night when she’d seen him walking his dog, but in the light of day he was even better looking than she’d thought.

“Would you like some lemonade?”

“Sure, thanks.”

Jenna went into the kitchen to get another glass. When she returned to the porch she made a point of leaning over as she filled his glass. Kent was clearly interested in the cleavage that threatened to fall out of her blouse. She’s tied the shirttails into a knot under her breasts and hadn’t buttoned the shirt. This forced her large breasts up and practically into his face as she took her time pouring him his drink. She knew she was getting the desired effect as he cleared his throat. She looked up to see a blush spreading across his face. [Read more...]

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

by Sandra
Lady Passion Publishing copyright 1998-2011

It was hot and dark and musty, but I’ll never forget the interior of the scoreboard at the Wild Cats’ ball field. The Cats were a minor league baseball team, the only entertainment for miles around on a hot sultry summer night in a small mid-western town.

Jimmy, my boyfriend for the summer between my junior and senior year in high school, knew I wanted to see a special game, but it was sold out. Some visiting team, I don’t remember their name now, had one of the stars from their major-league affiliate who was playing. He was recovering from some kind of surgery and spending time with this team to recuperate – or something like that. All I can remember is that I had a crush on this player and would have done anything to see him. But, the rest of the town felt that way as well and the tickets had been gobbled up before I could get mine. But Jimmy came to my rescue and offered to let me sit with him in the scoreboard – the team didn’t have the money for one of those fancy electronic boards.

As I crawled up into the cramped scoreboard I wondered if I’d made a good decision or not. But once the lineup was announced, and I saw “him” I knew I’d done the right thing. I’d borrowed my dad’s binoculars so I could get a close look at him. He was gorgeous and my teenage heart started beating faster and I got a tingling between my legs. I hoped the blush that was coming to my cheeks would be mistaken by Jimmy as coming from the heat. [Read more...]

Eating Out

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” Ben said, surveying the carpet. “It must have gone under the table.” Before I knew it he’d disappeared, sliding under the floor-length tablecloth in seconds.

“Have you found it?” I asked, and then caught my breath as I felt his hand trace its way underneath my skirt and up my thigh. “What are you doing?” I whispered urgently, looking around the restaurant to see if anyone was looking. The relatively small number of diners seemed to be uninterested, and the waiters were all in the kitchen.

Ben didn’t reply. Instead he pushed my skirt up to my waist, and his fingers began to pry my panties to the side…

Watching Him

I kiss you to begin with, and I stroke your chest, feeling the hair beneath my fingers. I tweak your nipples because I know you like that, and I run my fingers along your thighs. I kiss your forehead and nibble your earlobe, and sometimes I tickle your feet, if I’m feeling playful.

Occasionally I hold your left hand. You right is, of course, busy.

You hold your cock firmly, your thumb lodged beneath the purplish head. Your grip is strong as you move your hand up and down…

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The Shower

Water cascaded down her naked body, streaming over her high firm breasts, running over her firm buttocks, trickling into her most feminine places.

He watched her silently, not wanting to alert her to his presence. She poured shower gel onto a loofah and began to soap herself liberally. Water mixed with suds covering her body in the most sensual display he had ever seen.

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Threesome by Appointment

“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.

Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.

“Are you serious?” he’d breathed back, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course,” she said, deliberately licking the chocolate from her spoon, letting her mouth linger and her tongue swirl. “I’m ready to go beyond just my imagination. I want to know what it’s like. In the flesh. And I want you to watch me. And join in. And lick me while he’s fucking me.” Just saying the words had made her cunt throb excitedly.

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Open Your Legs, He Says

“Open your legs,” he says, and I do, spreading my legs and revealing my freshly washed pussy to his gaze. He studies my cunt with desire and reaches out his index finger, running it along the slit. I’m wet and swollen already and his touch makes me draw in a long, shuddering breath.

Just then there’s hammering on the door. Someone wants to come in…

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Mimic The Porno

Part of my mind wants to make sarcastic comments but my brain is overwhelmed by an animal rush of lust. Pete, my husband, has me on hands and knees, fucking me in exactly the same way as the guy on the video and I find myself moaning just like the plastic porn star, loudly and involuntarily.

We might be just your average married couple having a night away from the kids, but we’re playing “mimic the porno” and it’s making me crazy.

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Birthday Girl

There I was, entering the last year of my twenties, feeling horribly alone and unsure of what the future held, not to mention desperately in need of a sympathy screw. Meanwhile, my saved luxury birthday money was burning a hole in my pocket.

Thus, the male prostitute.

The idea came to me as I was idly (and miserably) scanning the singles pages in the newspaper. The sedate ad for male escorts caught my eye, its italic text inviting and secretive. Discreet, caring… talented. At first I dismissed the idea as preposterous, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about it…

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Warm Water Pussy Licking

“Won’t you drown?” I asked, looking down at him and laughing.

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he said, and bent his head.

I sighed as he touched his tongue to my clit, my legs instantly wobbling. Holding the wall for support, I let the water run over my shoulders, closed my eyes and gave in to pleasure. His arms encircled my buttocks, and one finger worked its way into my butt crack, gently teasing my anus. It was wet, warm and wonderful…

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