I saw you watching me in the library, so I quickly moved to another aisle and opened a large book in front of my face, but when I checked to see where you were, you were gone, had disappeared. I returned my attention to reading and browsing, thinking nothing more of it than, "Just my imagination."

I moved to the back of the room to peruse the magazine rack and suddenly you were here, standing right here in front of me! You tear the magazine from my grip, toss it onto a shelf, bend me backwards, and kiss me hard.

You wound me deeply, finding some kind of perverse pleasure in it, and I am thinking of all the things I want to say... do, while you stand there in the doorway, lazily smoking your cigarette.

There’s a self satisfied smirk twisting your lips and I close my eyes, picturing myself slapping it from your face, hearing the resounding crack, letting it echo through the halls of my mind, and feeling the fulfillment of my hand connecting with your cheek.

Laura settled back on the settee, nervous, yet sexually excited. She enjoyed her ‘fantasy nights’ with her husband Tom.
She could feel the coldness of the steel handcuffs that bound her wrists firmly behind her back and she could also feel her own dampness between her thighs. Wearing a thin black dress with just a pair of black stockings and suspenders underneath, she could feel a chill too. She was also in darkness. A black silk scarf covered her eyes to give everything added effect.

I've always had great relationship with my daughter; she's my confidant and my best friend. She always was, since she could talk.

My husband died tragically several years ago. This brought Sally and I even closer together, and I thanked God for the strength we gave each other.

Sally was only 14 when her father died, so I was alone to guide her through her adolescence.

Romona has a fear of heights. Also a fear of enclosed spaces. Can you imagine her horror then, of boarding a scenic elevator going to the top of New York's third tallest building? Only Romona has no idea how bad her fear of heights can be. Nor what being trapped in an elevator with her amorous boyfriend can lead to. This afternoon she will find out. So will her fellow passengers. Join Romona on her four-page odyssey of phobia busting.

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Note: Any resemblances to real life, whether it be characters or situations are strictly coincidental.

It had all been over so soon, Eric was making out with Donna in his bedroom when he pulled out a dildo. He'd found it in his sister's room the day before and really wanted to try it out on Donna.

My wife is the type that could be called almost prudish in her sexual desires.

When we met she was still a virgin, so everything she's learned about sex has been with me. I've tried to get her to loosen up, but it's been a long and tough process. She believed that sex was just a little foreplay and then intercourse. And no matter how much I tried to get her to loosen up, she always resisted.

I was at a loss as to why I had been invited as a dinner speaker to a bunch of web page designers. It probably had something to do with the presentation I had done years earlier on characteristics of effective web-page design. I busily updated my presentation because I would do almost anything to stay at the Inn at Squaw Creek during ski season for free.