DISCO FEVER
ARTISTIC MENAGE
Some people say that two guys and a woman can never be as sexy as a menage a trios with two women, because men are so much more naturally driven by testosterone, aggressive and rough. But this French photo suggests a graceful side of the MMF coupling.
Some people say that two guys and a woman can never be as sexy as a menage a trios with two women, because men are so much more naturally driven by testosterone, aggressive and rough. But this French photo suggests a graceful side of the MMF coupling.
STANDING IN STOCKINGS
MORE THAN FRIENDS
IN OUR HOTEL ROOM
GOING COMMANDO
HER KINKY SIDE
Sometimes she just loved to get freaky. She liked to get up on the kitchen table, naked, and blindfolded, with her ankles tied, and her ass in the air. She'd imagine him there, staring at her with desire. She'd bring her toy and use that, in the front, and her favorite, in the back. She'd touch herself in anticipation, getting more and more turned on. Sometimes she'd imagine just her boyfriend there. Sometimes him and his best friend, and sometimes all the guys from his work. This is how she'd love to masturbate when she was alone and lonely. Maybe tying her own legs and blindfolding herself seemed a little excessive, but it helped put her more fully in the mood.
She knew if he came by when she was tied and doing herself in the ass with her vibe that she'd have no way to leap off the table. She'd be caught in the act. So far, she has never been caught. But she keeps hoping. Each time she climbs on the table, her ass facing the apartment door, she fantasizes that he will come in. If he is alone of with friends, she will be taken.
Sometimes she just loved to get freaky. She liked to get up on the kitchen table, naked, and blindfolded, with her ankles tied, and her ass in the air. She'd imagine him there, staring at her with desire. She'd bring her toy and use that, in the front, and her favorite, in the back. She'd touch herself in anticipation, getting more and more turned on. Sometimes she'd imagine just her boyfriend there. Sometimes him and his best friend, and sometimes all the guys from his work. This is how she'd love to masturbate when she was alone and lonely. Maybe tying her own legs and blindfolding herself seemed a little excessive, but it helped put her more fully in the mood.
She knew if he came by when she was tied and doing herself in the ass with her vibe that she'd have no way to leap off the table. She'd be caught in the act. So far, she has never been caught. But she keeps hoping. Each time she climbs on the table, her ass facing the apartment door, she fantasizes that he will come in. If he is alone of with friends, she will be taken.
A-CUPS
Girlfriend's breasts by the window. Morning light. She has small, upturned breasts with small nipples that pinch in the cool morning air. I think they are lovely.
Girlfriend's breasts by the window. Morning light. She has small, upturned breasts with small nipples that pinch in the cool morning air. I think they are lovely.
PARTY GAMES
This is what happens when you start with a drinking game, that turns to strip poker that turns to spin the bottle.
This is what happens when you start with a drinking game, that turns to strip poker that turns to spin the bottle.
EARTH DAY
Happy Earth Day!
Here's a little tribute to the beauty of Mother Earth.
Happy Earth Day!
Here's a little tribute to the beauty of Mother Earth.
GIRLFRIEND IN THE SHOWER
Sometimes candids can be the sexiest.
Sometimes candids can be the sexiest.
MOTEL MEMORIES
We'll always remember that vacation we took. The roadside motel we stayed at with the pool. She loved to lay out in her bikini and tan. I loved to check her out, knowing that as soon as we got back to the small, musty room with the sagging bed, we'd have great sex. On vacation, everything is out of the ordinary. She really got into being blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back.
We'll always remember that vacation we took. The roadside motel we stayed at with the pool. She loved to lay out in her bikini and tan. I loved to check her out, knowing that as soon as we got back to the small, musty room with the sagging bed, we'd have great sex. On vacation, everything is out of the ordinary. She really got into being blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back.
PARTY FLASH
At this great party, there were hot girls everywhere you looked. And I looked. Once, I caught at just the right moment a girl turning to talk to her friend. She shifted just enough to reveal that she had come dressed for the party without her panties.
At this great party, there were hot girls everywhere you looked. And I looked. Once, I caught at just the right moment a girl turning to talk to her friend. She shifted just enough to reveal that she had come dressed for the party without her panties.
GOOD MORNING, CAMPER
We were camping. There's something about the fresh air, the stars at night, having a campfire, and then having the scent of wood smoke in your hair, sleeping on the ground, and waking up with the sun that just makes me feel so alive, so invigorated, and so primitively horny. Literally, like a wild animal.
There is a primeval urge that takes hold of me, and all I can think about is mating, pumping my seed into the female of the species. It's got to be biological, and being in nature brings that out.
My wife notices, too. We have great sex when camping. We fuck at night to the coyote cries, and then wake up naked, with sweat dried and salty on our skin. I am hard, and she take me in her hand and mouth. She knows I want it hard and fast in the morning, to let loose my load of cum that has built up overnight. She pumps me and slurps, until I shoot all over her bare breasts. She licks her lips and my tip, the early morning light seeping softly into our tent.
BREAST, B&W
A lovely black and white photograph.
A lovely black and white photograph.
FRIDAY NIGHT PREVIEW
They had a date Friday night and she was excited to see him. After her shower, she dug through her top drawer where she kept all her underwear and picked out her favorite bra and garter. She loved garters because they were always associated with dressing up for special dates. Regular underwear could be pretty. It could even be sexy, but putting on a garter meant she was going to get some. She loved looking at her image of herself in her garter in the mirror, but it was hung so high that she had to stand on her bed to see herself. Then she had the idea of taking it off the wall, and setting it on the floor.
She really loved the way she looked and posed for the mirror like a lingerie model, getting more and more turned on. Her date was still a couple hours away, but she was so turned on and ready. She thought she should get him just as excited, so she grabbed her cell phone and snapped a special picture just for him, then texted it to him with a special message of what he could look forward to.
They had a date Friday night and she was excited to see him. After her shower, she dug through her top drawer where she kept all her underwear and picked out her favorite bra and garter. She loved garters because they were always associated with dressing up for special dates. Regular underwear could be pretty. It could even be sexy, but putting on a garter meant she was going to get some. She loved looking at her image of herself in her garter in the mirror, but it was hung so high that she had to stand on her bed to see herself. Then she had the idea of taking it off the wall, and setting it on the floor.
She really loved the way she looked and posed for the mirror like a lingerie model, getting more and more turned on. Her date was still a couple hours away, but she was so turned on and ready. She thought she should get him just as excited, so she grabbed her cell phone and snapped a special picture just for him, then texted it to him with a special message of what he could look forward to.
SUN YOUR BUNS
There's nothing that feels better on skin than cool mountain water and the warm summer sun.
There's nothing that feels better on skin than cool mountain water and the warm summer sun.
EVENING WALK
It's hot and humid in the evenings we're we live. After dinner, we like to take a walk. We throw on cool and comfortable clothes. Sometimes my wife will wear a tank top, but no bra. she has large, natural breasts, and they sway as she walks. Sometimes, as the evening gets cooler, her nipples will poke through. At first, it felt a bit embarrassing to think that any of our neighbors out walking their dogs or watering their lawns could see. But she seemed to like it, and I realized her nipples were not just hard from the cold. She really seemed to get a thrill from being outside, dressed just as revealing as she dared. Her tank top that barely held her breasts, and a short skirt. At a glance, no one cold tell how naked she was. But when no one was looking, she'd hope up on a picnic table or a retaining wall, and expose herself. I decided to take my camera along one evening, which added a new thrill for her.
It's hot and humid in the evenings we're we live. After dinner, we like to take a walk. We throw on cool and comfortable clothes. Sometimes my wife will wear a tank top, but no bra. she has large, natural breasts, and they sway as she walks. Sometimes, as the evening gets cooler, her nipples will poke through. At first, it felt a bit embarrassing to think that any of our neighbors out walking their dogs or watering their lawns could see. But she seemed to like it, and I realized her nipples were not just hard from the cold. She really seemed to get a thrill from being outside, dressed just as revealing as she dared. Her tank top that barely held her breasts, and a short skirt. At a glance, no one cold tell how naked she was. But when no one was looking, she'd hope up on a picnic table or a retaining wall, and expose herself. I decided to take my camera along one evening, which added a new thrill for her.
THE GRADUATE
After graduation, my college roommate Heather returned to her hometown, a small fishing town on the southern coast of Washington. After six months of sending in resumes, still had not found work. She'd mail me funny postcards with silly pictures or long rambling letters and tell me how bored she was getting in her small town. She said she could feel her unused education evaporating from her brain. She said she'd joined a bowling league, just to get out of the house, but hated bowling. The last time she had sex was in college, and it was going to drive her mad.
Being unemployed and in a small coastal town, she actually didn't have the internet. She could only get her porn the old-fashioned way, by going to the one porn shop in town, and renting it. She'd gone through a good many of the titles, and even bought herself a toy to help. But after a while, all the movies started to seem trite and monotonous. As she was looking for something new, she discovered the hall in the back, which lead to two booths, like the men's and women's bathroom. One was closed, but the other open, so she peeked in. It wasn't a bathroom, but a small booth, like a dressing room. She glanced around, and to her shock, saw an erect penis protruding through a hole in the wall. She was both repulsed and fascinated. It was the first non-rubber cock she'd seen in nearly a year. Curiosity overtook her, and leaned in closer for a better look. She inhaled the unmistakable whiff of a man's balls. Reflex overtook her better judgement, and she took the cock into her mouth. More surprised than the logger or fisherman or trucker on the other side of the wall, she sucked and slurped, eager and hungry, as if starving to death and only cum could fill her need. In less than a minute, the cock erupted, shooting its pent up sexual energy into her mouth. She lapped it up.
The stranger's penis withdrew, but before Heather could even wipe off her hands and leave, there was another cock. Heather took it, and then a third. In an hour, she'd sucked off five eager cocks. Her jaw was sore, her mouth salty, and her belly filled.
During that rainy winter, her visits became regular. She'd wake up, make coffee and work on cover letters and resumes. Then she'd shower and walk to the post office. Without any other job leads to follow that day, she gave herself a reward, and stopped by the porn store, and slipped secretly into her booth. There were four cocks that repeated; they became her new no-strings-attached boyfriends. There were others mixed in, making the variety always a surprise. Sometimes, when she had an especially long or thick one, she'd turn around and put it in her. Occasionally, she'd see an unfortunately small one. With these, she took pity and gave a special, dedicated blow job. She was like an angel of mercy, she thought, and this her community service.
Eventually, she got a job offer teaching at a community college in Oregon. Just as quickly as her community service started, it stopped. She packed up and moved, with no one knowing what had happened besides her, and of course me. At first, her candid, and graphic letters shocked me. I then began to enjoy them, and used them to generate a few fantasies of my own. At first, I just thought that Heather was letting off sexual frustration and exercising her creative imagination that had no other outlet. Since she didn't have a boyfriend or internet, I figured she was just writing homemade erotica, and I was her only available confidant.
It was only later, when I experienced my first unemployment that I realized what Heather must have been going through. Unemployment is hard, not because of the lack of funds, of the tedium of writing cover letters and mailing resumes, it's not just the boredom that comes from the unstructured days, or even being cut off from the social interactions of a workplace. It's all of those things, yes, but even deeper and harder to deal with is the loss of control. Normally in our lives, we feel like we can make choices, we feel like we can shape who we are and what we're doing, and where we're headed. But unemployment takes that from you.
Heather had lived on ramen noodles in college, she was plenty social and smart. She could deal with almost anything, I knew, except that deepest blow to one's self esteem and sense of purpose. When you're unemployed, one looks for anything to restore that sense of control. I realized maybe Heather had been telling the truth.
SUN-KISSED
LIFT UP
One of the very sexiest sights to possibly see is on a beach, when a woman has loosened her bikini top for tanning, and laying on her stomach drifts off in the warm sun. Then, someone calls her and she lifts her head, still sleepy, letting her eyes adjust. The sun makes everything slower. She's trying to hear what her friend is yelling over the crashing of the waves. She doesn't realize she's lifted her head just a bit too high, maybe only an inch, but it is just enough.
One of the very sexiest sights to possibly see is on a beach, when a woman has loosened her bikini top for tanning, and laying on her stomach drifts off in the warm sun. Then, someone calls her and she lifts her head, still sleepy, letting her eyes adjust. The sun makes everything slower. She's trying to hear what her friend is yelling over the crashing of the waves. She doesn't realize she's lifted her head just a bit too high, maybe only an inch, but it is just enough.
SPRING SPRUNG
Spring had been getting warmer, and she decided to head out wearing only flip flops and a sun dress, and only air underneath. She had shaved herself bare. A fresh start. A new beginning. Isn't that what spring is all about?
Spring had been getting warmer, and she decided to head out wearing only flip flops and a sun dress, and only air underneath. She had shaved herself bare. A fresh start. A new beginning. Isn't that what spring is all about?
KICKED BACK, RELAXED
The cool water feels so good. A hot summer day, cool water. Skin. Perfect.
The cool water feels so good. A hot summer day, cool water. Skin. Perfect.
PARADISE
Ring, ring--hello, Paradise calling. Will you accept the call?
Ring, ring--hello, Paradise calling. Will you accept the call?
BORED BY IRONING BOARD
COLORADO BAR
This college student was drinking a bit too much. One moment she was dancing on the bar and whooping and hollering. Next thing you know, she's flat on her ass, laughing. She'd kept her cigarette, but who knew what happened to her shirt.
This college student was drinking a bit too much. One moment she was dancing on the bar and whooping and hollering. Next thing you know, she's flat on her ass, laughing. She'd kept her cigarette, but who knew what happened to her shirt.
TRAILER GIRL
Debbi Rae went to her family reunion.
Debbi Rae went to her family reunion.
BEFORE REHEARSAL
She was an aspiring actress in college. She'd landed a role in the Spanish club's play "El Maestro y Margarita," which was about a professor and his affair with one of his students. Before rehearsal, she liked to practice yoga. It calmed her down and focused her. She did it in her dorm room, in the nude, because it gave her total flexibility.
She was an aspiring actress in college. She'd landed a role in the Spanish club's play "El Maestro y Margarita," which was about a professor and his affair with one of his students. Before rehearsal, she liked to practice yoga. It calmed her down and focused her. She did it in her dorm room, in the nude, because it gave her total flexibility.
CUTE GIRLFRIEND AT BEACH
Seriously, this girl could not possibly be cuter! Coy, yet confident, a Mona Lisa smile.
What's her secret?
If you look closely, you'll notice this isn't a nude beach.
Seriously, this girl could not possibly be cuter! Coy, yet confident, a Mona Lisa smile.
What's her secret?
If you look closely, you'll notice this isn't a nude beach.
STUDENT STAIRS
Outside the University are some old stone stairs. When the weather turned warm in spring, the students would sit on the stairs between classes, some would read, some make phone calls, some chat with friends, or just take a break. It felt like liberation to see the girls wear fewer and fewer clothes--tank tops and short skirts. The warm weather and new flowers gave everyone a vigor of spring, the sexual energy that comes this time of year.
I was admiring one especially beautiful student on a break. She was sitting with her back pack in her lap, but she as wearing a skirt, and I knew if I cold get directly in front of her, I might have a small chance of catching a glimpse of her panties. Sometimes it's fun to try to guess what color panties a girl will be wearing, then steal a glance when she bends over or crosses her legs. The usual white? A flash of baby blue? Pink was always common.
Secretly, as I walked passed, I snapped a photo, trying to get as direct a line up her skirt as possible. I was disappointed at first, because her legs were held so close together, I thought there wold be no way to tell what color panties she wore. To my surprise, when I looked at the photo in full rez, I realized she had gone to school that day with no panties at all!
Outside the University are some old stone stairs. When the weather turned warm in spring, the students would sit on the stairs between classes, some would read, some make phone calls, some chat with friends, or just take a break. It felt like liberation to see the girls wear fewer and fewer clothes--tank tops and short skirts. The warm weather and new flowers gave everyone a vigor of spring, the sexual energy that comes this time of year.
I was admiring one especially beautiful student on a break. She was sitting with her back pack in her lap, but she as wearing a skirt, and I knew if I cold get directly in front of her, I might have a small chance of catching a glimpse of her panties. Sometimes it's fun to try to guess what color panties a girl will be wearing, then steal a glance when she bends over or crosses her legs. The usual white? A flash of baby blue? Pink was always common.
Secretly, as I walked passed, I snapped a photo, trying to get as direct a line up her skirt as possible. I was disappointed at first, because her legs were held so close together, I thought there wold be no way to tell what color panties she wore. To my surprise, when I looked at the photo in full rez, I realized she had gone to school that day with no panties at all!
OREGON GIRL
A pickup in the woods. A hipster girl with hand-made jewelry. Refined and redneck. That's Oregon!
A pickup in the woods. A hipster girl with hand-made jewelry. Refined and redneck. That's Oregon!
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