She slipped into the room in the dead of night, in the cold lonely hours when the veils between worlds are the thinnest, allowing for all manner of perverse creatures to roam freely. He slept like the dead, oblivious to the soft whisper of her steps, chill air preceding her, filling his sleeping senses with the rich, charnal scent of her flesh and the grave.

They had spent all night fucking and sucking and delighting in each other's bodies, pleasing and being pleased, collapsing at early dawn into one another's arms, replete and satisfied and smiling. Hours later she felt him move away from her, felt the emptiness beside her, the coolness of the air on her skin where his body had been touching hers.

I've fantasized about being pulled over by a policemen, with my skirt spread wide. Making no attempt to cover myself.

Tired after a long day, I grabbed a bottle of wine and headed down the hall for a relaxing bath. It was the dead of summer and I was warm from the stifling 90 degree heat of the day....I slipped out of my clothes and into my blue silk robe.

After finally getting my scuba certification about 10 years ago, I decided to take my new-found talent to the Yucatan pennisula for some practice. I went to a resort that did scuba in the mornings, which left me plenty of time to hang by the ocean, learn a little wind surfing, and spend some quality time embibing with "The Captain".

I can’t believe I just fucked Earl the plumber. I just do not fuck where I live. I still have not lived down that one infamous incident from when I was seventeen. Shit people, that was twenty eight years ago!! Oh well, that is another story, another time.