Charlotte

I’m overhearing this conversation from through the sliding glass door to the balcony. It leaves me to imagine what this scantily clad woman looks like. And I can imagine quite a bit. Of course my daydreams don’t sate me, they only amplify my need to see, my need to know what this babe actually looks like.

Liz

“I mean, what do you do once you’ve got the girl tied up? Vicky did it once, had a guy tie her to the bed. Then they just had sex. She got a cramp and couldn’t move. Sounds weird, right? I’m kind of curious, though, what does it feel like? Sometimes I lay there at night, thinking about it. I kind of want to try it, just once, right?"

Summer 2

I drop to my knees, crawl the two paces to his recliner, and look up at him from the ground. “And I really, really want to go on this trip, Daddy. Maybe you’ll let me show you just how badly I want to go.” I reach out, place my hand on the crotch of his shorts.

Mia

The image flashes through my head, a gift from my subconscious, Dom and Natty naked, that intense look on his face as he slams his cock into her, fucking her pregnant. Heat blooms in my crotch.

Naomi

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Naomi said, pulling my arm away, leaning to get a better look at my crotch. “Getting your cock hard is the entire point.” My dick pressed out from my shorts, its outline unmistakable.

The Spa

A minute later the door opens and a cute young woman walks in. Her brunette pixie cut catches my eye. It suits her, drawing out her cuteness. She’s wearing a white tank top and matching athletic shorts, both tight and translucent enough to clearly see she’s got no underwear on beneath. She’s fit, and I’m trying not to stare, but wondering if maybe I’m supposed to.

Erica, continued

“Huh?” Her and I didn’t have any memories. Except... oh yes. Of course. When I banged her bent over the balcony rail at my house and pumped her full of cum. My cock twitched. “Oh.”

Cassie

She had golden brown eyes, crinkled in the corners as she smiled at me, her tan features upbeat and peppy. I could see a touch of cleavage with her gym sweater unzipped a few inches, but I pretended to ignore that.

Erica

My eyes went wide as her hand slid up under her skirt. She wiggled her hips and lifted her lap, working her panties free, sliding them down, over her feet. They were black, a thong. She packed them into a ball and my eyes bulged even wider as she reached forward and pushed them into my pants pocket.

Leanne

Paul’s voice was a deep baritone. “Hey, babe.” I heard the slap of skin on skin and a yelp. Then I saw my wife wrapped around a well-muscled guy at least a head taller than me, his hands on her ass, their lips pressed together. He kicked the door closed and pushed Leanne up against the wall, leaning into her as they kissed, his fingers running through the crotch of her panties.