Theresa

Her grin is big and toothy, her eyes sparkling in delight. “Shhhh,” she says gently, somehow implying more with this one syllable than I ever imagined possible. Her hands move up the blanket, tracing the path of my legs, heading towards only one place that matters.

Jolene

“I mean, I have an idea, but... you don’t have a girlfriend or anything, do you?” Confusion brings my eyebrows together. “No.” “Because I think what I really need,” she says with such earnestness that it sounds almost normal, “Is an orgasm. I sleep so much better after cumming, don’t you?”

Tom and Natalie

“That--” he groans, furrows his brow, shakes his outstretched palms in frustration, “That doesn’t matter! What matters is that we love each other, ok? Real love. You wouldn’t understand. You’re just--” Mid-sentence, his words stop with abrupt awkwardness, his hands frozen mid-gesture. “I’m just what?” I swallow, force a chuckle, “A slut? Is that what you think?”

Jenny

“Bullshit, a work project,” she scoffed, flashed her disbelief my direction, “I want you to know that I’ve got another handsome young man flirting with me, anxious for a peek at my tits. I'm sure he'll show me a good time if you're too busy to get your tight little butt over here, like, yesterday.” She winked at me as I blushed, hard.

Irene’s Massage

“I don’t know. He’s nice. Buys me things.” “’Nice.’ Girl, c’mon. Who wants nice? You want someone who’ll make your pussy wet.” “Mary!” She works up my thighs. “Just saying how it is. I may be old, but I’m not dead. If I don’t climax at least once a day, I might shrivel up.”

Tiffany at the Show

Her grin grew, and she leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. Face right up against mine, her eyes sparkled golden as her words came, her breath warming my lips, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” Then, with a spin that made her pleated skirt flare, she turned and melted into the crowd. One final wink over her shoulder, and I lost her.

Carmen the Masseuse

So my heart beats and pumps big thundering pulses of blood into my cock, and the towel over it goes up up up until its inadequacy as a covering is made plain by the way it slips down. It falls to my belly, revealing my huge, veiny erection towering up from my hips, as obvious -- and as hard -- as some ancient fertility statue.

Laura

“Do you like my new necklace, Jeremy?” she’d ask, directing my attention to the green obelisk resting against the cushion of boobs. “Tell me what you think about this red lipstick.” “What would you think if I got my belly button pierced? I’m not too old for that, am I?” “Do you like this sweater?” The sweater was tight, low-cut, and thin enough that her nipples dented the fabric.

Emma

“Great, great,” I say, draping my coat over the back of my recliner, popping my loafers off. I reach to slide the leather wallet from the back pocket of my slacks, ignoring the way her tight little tank top is snug against her slender frame, ignoring the outline of her bra showing through. “What do I owe you?”

Aubrey

She leans across to my blanket, pulls the bottle from my stuff and holds it close to her face. “Huh,” she reads it, “’Can be enjoyed solo, but best with a partner.’” “What? It really says that?” I roll close and squint. She pulls it away, gives me a glare I can’t read. “You don’t know what you bought, do you?”