You're dressed in a beautiful navy blue suit and crisp white dress shirt as you arrive to pick me up. I'm in a short white cocktail dress and jeweled sandals to show off my new summer tan. We both look at each other admiring one another feeling that incredible attraction that always seems to ignite when we get close. We embrace and kiss gently as if we want to make this evening last and you know your kisses always take me over the edge.

A worried father telephoned his family doctor and said that he was afraid that his teenage son had come down with V.D. "He says he has only ever slept with the maid, so it has to be her."

Janice had nearly finished packing her suitcase. She had left one item for last. Turning to her dresser, she quietly pulled the bottom drawer, which contained her jogging suits and sweats. Reaching deep into the bottom of the drawer where she'd hidden it, she retrieved the black satin form-fitting nightgown that she'd bought nearly two weeks ago.

As though it might burn her fingers, she all but raced back to her suitcase stuffing the dainty piece of nothingness inside one of her zippered pouches. She was just closing the case when her husband popped his head inside the door of their bedroom.

I looked in the rearview mirror. Yes, there he was, coming up to pass me again. We had been playing this little game of leapfrog for some miles now, and it had somehow taken on a life of its own. It had started innocently enough; I noticed him slowing a bit after we made eye contact on the second pass, and the game had begun. It was now the sixth time we had passed each other, and our gestures had gone from eye contact to casual flirtation. He blew me a kiss as he overtook me in the left lane, and, as I expected, he slowed about two car lengths in front, allowing me to retrieve my position. Getting bolder, I looked over as I drew alongside, taking my foot off the gas to pace with him. I put my finger in my mouth, all the way to the hilt, withdrawing it slowly as I watched his eyebrows raise over the rim of his sunglasses. A grin split his face, and I stomped on the gas pedal, pulling in front.

It was approximately six months ago when I first set my gaze on a man that I would never forget. The man in question was a coworker of mine and his name was Dave. I could remember the first day of work like it was yesterday. I walked around the office as my new boss introduced me to everyone I would be working with. When I finally came to Dave, reaching my hand out to meet his in a friendly handshake I found myself not wanting to let go. Forcing myself to let go, but not turning my eyes away I gave him a smile and he returned one. Throughout the day I came to realize how amazing Dave was, he had a great sense of humor with a hint of sarcasm just like me. Unfortunately by the end of the day I learned that he was married, damn the luck. It never fails that when I meet a great person they are already taken. This didn’t stop me from throwing some innocent flirting his way which was appreciatively returned most of the time. Much of my day was spent day dreaming and fantasizing about me and Dave doing things we shouldn’t.

My first year of college I fell in love with a girl who's parents had a pool table. Every few weeks we'd drive up to their place to do laundry and passed the time playing pool. If her parents knew about us, they didn't let on, and basically left us alone. On one of our visits they went out to dinner, and we stood in the basement with our pile of clothes, already mixed together from the nights we'd spent at the other's place.

"I thought they'd never leave," Sara said as she lit a cigarette and opened the beer. I smirked and flipped the tape in the boom box. We were listening to the first Pretenders album and every time my turn came up Sara distracted me by biting my neck or pinching my nipple. "Sorry. Oh, did you mess up?" she'd whisper, "Chrissie makes me so-o-o horny." It was driving me crazy. Every time I tried to kiss her, she'd tell me to play my turn, but when my turn was up, she'd grin and ace hers.

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Leaving the poker party, late as usual, two friends compared notes. "I can never fool my wife," the first complained.

Mention Ben Dover to someone and they immediately think of the famous UK porn star and if you are a man you immediately think "how can he manage to mess about with loads of beautiful women by dishing out crappy compliments?"

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• Pull the pin and count to what?
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• Morning sickness would rank as the nations number one health problem.
• Maternity leave would last for two years with full pay.
• Children would be kept in the hospital until toilet trained.
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She was the boss's daughter - 19 and just home from college when we met at the company Christmas party, the 2005 Christmas party. I was the fair-haired boy in the design technology department, 3 years with the company since college, 25 years old and creative credit for two major computer games to my credit. We had released the latest game just before Thanksgiving and we were now THE gift for Christmas and sales were very strong, substantially over projections. Everybody loved me; everybody wanted to be my friend. My bonus was tied to the game's sales so I was looking at a large amount of cash, some very nice stock options, and a two-week stay in a company condo in Beaver Creek / Vail ski area.

My name is Nichole and I have to tell you how I got my new job. I was online looking for a job when one caught my eye. It was looking for young actors with no experience required. I thought that sounded good so I went to the online application and filled it out. It asked a lot of questions that I might of thought were inappropriate at any other time but I was ecstatic with joy at the thought of being an actress. It asked things like my physical stats as I filled out blonde hair, green eyes, 110lbs, 5'10", 19 years old, b32 cup size, 6 dress size and last it asked about any piercing on my body. I answered 2 on each ear, naval, nipples, and clit. Then it asked things like are you on birth control and are you a virgin to which I answered yes and no. the only other question I remember was how many men have you had sex with? I answered 3 and 1 girl. I submitted the form and started dreaming of my career in acting. About a week later I got an e-mail from them saying I was one of the applicants who qualified and to go for the interview next Friday.

An Italian man enters his favorite ritzy restaurant and while sitting at his regular table, he notices a gorgeous woman sitting at a nearby table. Alone.

A man walks onto an airplane and takes his seat. He looks up and notices the most beautiful woman he has ever seen boarding the plane. He is nervous, and soon realizes that she is walking down the aisle toward him.

Sure, I had my husband trained to eat pussy on command. That was easy and followed his own already-present personal tendencies. He already loved to eat pussy and as I had only recently discovered, he had some deep submissive kinks.But I wanted a little more obedience. Well, I wanted total obedience. I wanted him to recognize me as the dominant partner, to obey me and serve my whims. I especially wanted him to condone and even enjoy my sexual whims including the extramarital ones. I loved my husband and I really thought this was what he wanted too, many men do. We had to talk.

I am now an old man but this story took place when I was fifty years old and my wife, Diane, was thirty-five. I knew my wife liked a variety of cock when I married her and saw no reason why she should be any different afterwards, all I wanted was three years of her for myself, I loved her very much.

Well I got my three years, plus a little, before I started to notice the signs of interest elsewhere. Diane ran a small cafe and she began to talk about a particular customer a lot, one day I asked her if she was attracted to him as she was talking about him so much and did she fancy him? She answered that she was attracted to him and did fancy him.

I said, 'Okay, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll call in to the cafe, just ring me when he's there, I'll come in and have a coffee and give him the once over, if I think he's okay, you can have him.'

One night I got a call from my friend who I was supposed to go to a bar with. She said she was sick and wouldn't be able to make it. Disappointed and left without plans, I decided to go alone anyway. It was already 10:30pm and I didn't feel like trying to track down any other friends.

I decided that I might as well have a little fun, so I dressed up in a dark red button front dress with a collar and fishnet stockings with black boots. I left the first few buttons undone, allowing the tops of my tits to be sexily visible. I wore no jewelry and my hair was down. I knew someone at the bar was bound to notice me alone and maybe I could have a quick romp.

Last summer I was on a train. It was already late and there were no other passengers. I was reading a paper, when the train stopped and a young woman got in. She sat down in front of me.

She stared out of the window, which gave me the opportunity to peek at her from behind my paper. She had a beautiful face, with radiant eyes, a small nose and full sensual lips, made for kissing and for a lot more.

She was voluptuously built and wore a low-cut tight little top that showed a pair of magnificent breasts, with erect nipples standing out against the fabric. No bra for sure!

When I lowered my gaze I saw two shapely, slender legs under a very short miniskirt.