We fit together

Dale and I went to dinner Friday night and everything was so perfect, but I couldn’t wait to get him back to my place. He was so damn handsome and sexy. His tanned body and bronze colored hair made my stomach do flip-flops. I felt like I was a teenager around him and couldn’t stop myself from aching for him.

“Dinner was nice,” Dale said, “But I can’t wait to get you back to your house.”

I started laughing out loud. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Read my mind. I was just thinking the same thing. I want to be with you so much.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” he said, guiding me. I was so glad to get out of there. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but being in his arms and having his lips on me. And I really wanted to touch and suck on him.

Once we got back to my place, he eyed me. I swore I thought I saw him licking his lips, but that was okay, because I felt the same way.

“I’ve been thinking about you constantly,” he said as he held me in his arms. I had on a dress that was pretty low cut, had spaghetti straps and came to the middle of my thighs. The only undergarments that I wore were a pair of bikini panties. One of the straps fell off my shoulder and he slowly put it back up.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too. I can’t tell you how many rated X dreams that you’ve been in,” I said. Every time I thought of him, I grew wet with need.

“Now that I have you, I just want to play. Let your goosebumps guide my way.”

He kissed me so softly and sweetly that I melted right there and wrapped his arms around me and let his tongue wander into my mouth.

Addicted

“Where’s Joanna,” asked Peggy, “she’s always late?!?” Judith smirked a little and responded cattily, “Doesn’t Frank have Wednesdays off, if he does, I think we all know what she’s up to!!!” The three at the table all chuckled at that one, but it was Susan who came to Joanna’s defense when she opined, “Let’s not be too hasty with our criticism, I think we would all agree if one of our husbands had a day off we’d all be in bed with him if we could!!!” The two other women stopped laughing for a moment and then nodded their agreement, but Judith still had to give a final zinger, “Yeah, but Jo’s so hot for Frank’s cock she’d suck him off in public if he asked her to!!!” “Did I hear someone saying my name,” Joanne called out as she swept into the room, “sorry I’m late but I had to help Frank with some chores before I could leave!!!” Just hearing Jo’s excuse brought a chorus of laughter from the other three, which caused a hurt looking Joanne to reply, “What’s so funny, I said I was sorry!!!” “Honey,” Peggy said sweetly, “you’ve still got cum on your chin,” to which and embarrassed Joanne automatically reached up to wipe it clean!!! “Oh, you,” Joanne scolded, having fallen for Peggy’s trick, “that wasn’t funny!!!” “Oh relax, Jo,” Susan soothed, “we all know what a hung stud Frank is, we don’t blame you one bit, but tell us, who made the first move, you or him!?!”

Taking there good natured ribbing in stride, Joanne replied, “Well, he came into the bedroom after his shower toweling off, and although he wasn’t really hard, he was kinda semi hard if you know what I mean, really hanging down low and swing back and forth when he walked!!!” At that point Judith interrupted by saying, “God I love it when they’re hanging low and looking almost hard, jesus, I nearly cream when I see Tommy that way!!!” Joanne looked at Judith and nodded knowingly, and continued on, “Well anyway, I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he walked by, what was I supposed to do, I couldn’t very well leave him like that, so I grabbed it, pulled it to my mouth, and sucked him off!!!”

18 and Puffy

Afton groaned and rolled over trying to ignore the insistent buzzing of her snooze alarm. She glanced at the clock one more time, just to make sure that it really was seven o’clock, but the red glowing digits on the night stand indicated that now it was seven-o-two and counting! She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. The mere pressure from the thin material was enough to flood her vagina with pussy juice, causing her to automatically slip her hand inside her undies and begin massaging her now throbbing clitoris. She sighed contentedly while her left middle finger flicked back and forth across the now erect little sex organ, while her right hand cupped one of her full breasts, occasionally twisting a distended nipple between her thumb and index finger. Lately her pussy had been so easily aroused that she had to masturbate a least twice a day to keep from going crazy! She was just about to cum, when her mother rapped loudly on her door and yelled for her to get up and at ‘em! Afton struggled to reply that she was awake, when a tidal wave of pleasure swept through her, causing her teenage pussy to convulse in a numbing orgasm!!! After taking a moment or two to recover, she hopped out of bed and began getting ready for school, while thinking about her plans for the day.

The day passed by quickly until it was time for her sixth period gym class, and while Afton wasn’t really big on sports, Miss Richards, the gym teacher, kept the class interesting by having a variety of activities for the students sample. After class in the locker room, Miss Richards was passing by her stall and she stopped to ask Afton if her ankle was okay, since she had rolled it over while playing volleyball. Afton replied, “Oh, it’s not too bad, it just hurt for a few minutes, nothing to worry about!” “Well,” Miss Richards rejoined, “I want you to come to my office for a minute so I can give it one more look.” Afton, in just her bra and panties, followed the teacher into her small cubby hole of an office at the far end of the locker room and sat down in the visitors chair and extended her left leg so Miss Richards could inspect it. “See,” said the eighteen year old said, “no problem, it feels just fine!” Miss Richards was running her hand up and down the ankle and calf of the young girl, each time her hand moving a little higher until she was rubbing the inside of her thigh. Miss Richards continued her massage, and commented, “Sometime these sprains can even affect your calf and thigh muscles.” Afton just sat there and let the teacher rub her leg, even as she got closer and closer to her crotch. Miss Richards by now was not even touching her below her knee, while just concentrating on the inside of her thigh.

Magic Wand

“You mean you don’t have one?”

“Um, no. I don’t. I guess I just don’t think about it very much.”

“Oh, honey, if I didn’t have one I’d go crazy.” Katia said.

Katia and Lisa were hunched over books on opposite sides of Katia’s room. Katia was reading about ancient Japan, Lisa was reading a botany textbook. Neither of them were really reading, though, as so often would happen on a Tuesday night.

Katia was going to major in art. She was a first-generation college student whose Mom was a legal secretary. Lisa had grown up with academic parents, and she didn’t really know what she was going to major in. They had become friends rather quickly, and very close ones for all their opposite characteristics, Katia’s mercurial quickness to Lisa’s deliberation, Katia’s lithe darkness to Lisa’s soft, pale, redhead curves.

“I bet you’ve never even seen one.”

Katia was sounding unusually snotty about it, actually. Lisa felt her cheeks get a little warm.

“Yes I….ok fine, no I haven’t. Pictures, yes. Like, in a catalog. But I didn’t have the nerve to buy one.”

Katia asked, a little more kindly, as Lisa got defensive – “Would you like to see mine?”

Lisa’s brow furrowed. “Um, no.”

“Can I at least tell you about it? How good it feels, how much easier it is to fall asleep? When Bridget’s over at her boyfriend’s is the only time I can use it, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it makes too much noise. Come on, just take a look at it.”

Without waiting for an answer Katia opened up her closet and started digging around, various black and grey sweaters flying.

“Katia, what about Bridget?”

“Lock the door, Lisa.”

Lisa got up, padded across the room in her white athletic socks and locked the door. She wasn’t sure why she was listening to Katia, but she decided to go along.

Katia patted the space next to her on the bed, the wand vibrator, big as a lamb shank and kind of unsexily awkward, in her hand.

Lisa sat next to her, some space in between. Katia drew closer. For the first time that proximity felt really weird to Lisa. In fact this whole thing felt really weird. Not bad weird, just out of the ordinary.

“It’s so nice Lisa. It’s like if you had a hundred fluttering fingers to rub your clit with. It makes me come so hard, and so much. I have to bite the pillow so I don’t scream. It’s better than any guy I’ve ever let touch me, really.”

Katia wet her lips. As assured as she might have been at first she was really nervous. Lisa was making her wet, just sitting there, looking the way she looked, and smelling as sweet as she smelled. She was so pretty. Katia’s desire was a painful pang in her cunt, the more she looked, the more she thought about spreading Lisa’s lips and running the head of the vibrator up and down the cleft of her cunt. Then following in its wake with her tongue.

The Importance of Good Grammar

Al is getting along in years and finds that he is unable to perform sexually. He finally goes to his doctor, who tries a few things but nothing seems to work. So the doctor refers him to an American Indian medicine man.

The medicine man says, “I can cure this.” That said, he throws a white powder in a flame, and there is a flash with billowing blue smoke.

Then he says, “This is powerful medicine. You can only use it once a year. All you have to do is say ‘123′ and it shall rise for as long as you wish!”

Al asks, “What happens when it’s over, and I don’t want to continue?”

The medicine man replies: “All you or your partner has to say is 1234, and it will go down. But be warned — it will not work again for another year!”

Al rushes home, eager to try out his new powers and prowess. That night he is ready to surprise Donna. He showers, shaves, and puts on his most exotic shaving lotion. He gets into bed, and lying next to her says, “123.”

He suddenly becomes more aroused than any time in his life … just as the medicine man had promised.

Donna, who had been facing away, turns over and asks, “What did you say 123 for?”

And that, my friends, is why you shouldn’t end a sentence with a preposition.

Josef Mengele

AKA ‘Angel of Death’.

Country: Germany.

Kill tally: Directly responsible for the deaths of thousands at Auschwitz concentration camp.

Background: Following the First World War, the Treaty of Versailles penalises the defeated Germany, annexing land, imposing large war reparations, limiting the size of the German Army and blaming Germany and Austria-Hungary for starting the conflict. The new German Government, a coalition of left-leaning and centrist parties, attempts to rebuild the country but faces opposition from the right and extreme left. The instability is exacerbated by the failure of the domestic and global economies.

Adolf Hitler’s National Socialist (Nazi) Party exploits the situation, advocating national pride, blaming the Treaty of Versailles, the left, and Jews for the political turmoil and claiming to have a solution to the economic crisis. The Nazis reach a position from which they can seize power on 30 January 1933 when Hitler is appointed chancellor. More background.

Mini biography: Born on 16 March 1911 in Günzburg, Germany. His upper middle-class family are the proprietors of machine tools business. He is the eldest of three sons.

1930 – After finishing his schooling he studies philosophy at the University Munich, obtaining his degree in 1935, before going on to study medicine at the University of Frankfurt am Main, where he concentrates on physical anthropology and genetics. In 1931 he joins the Stahlhelm (Steel Helmets), an extreme right-wing and antisemitic organisation.

1933 – The Nazis reach a position from which they can seize power on 30 January when Hitler is appointed chancellor. Germany’s last election until after the Second World War is held on 5 March. Though the Nazis win only 44% of the vote Hitler persuades the Reichstag to pass the Enabling Law, allowing him to govern independently of the parliament for four years.

Hitler is now the Führer, the dictator of the fascist Third Reich, an empire where the individual belongs to the state, and where the state is fully controlled by the Nazis.