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Single

By: moll65doll



Saira looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. She was very, very, pleased with herself. And why not? Finally, yes finally, she had pushed her annoying husband out of her life. Sigh!

What a great feeling!

He was gone! Gone! 

'Yippie! Yippie!' she said in her mind, skipping to the subway station. 

And what else?

Her hair -- that black silky length everyone at work practically hated her for -- it was back! She had cut it short when she went into her sudden Buddhist phase to get rid of 'all the suffering'. But, now, after a year-and-half of living like a 90 year-old frigid old woman, her hair was back to full length. And yes, it felt good to be the envy of every woman all over again.

So, with a smug smile, Saira went to the subway station, like all Philadelphians do, and in the train, as she stood lined up next to all the sexy men, smiled at everyone and no one. 

The conductor, a 40 year old Black man who left her funny love-letters every summer when he hands her a new schedule, waved her his usual good morning wave, and beamed in her radiance. 'Ah! She is beautiful!' he told himself, feeling so glad he had this job. How the little things can make your day when you're down!

And for Saira, the day was even better. It had to be. She was wearing her very dangerous blue skirt -- that long slinky thing that felt like a sari and went perfectly with the gray jacket that hugged her waist like a tube. Made her look simply edible -- especially when she walked down Market Street towards the intersection and everyone noticed and sighed, 'Sexy woman, you!'

But, the cat-walk was still a half-hour away. She still had to make every man's feet buckle in the train, and she intended to. 

Should she squint, pout or ignore the particular 'him' in question? 

Oh, she knew it all! 

An ice queen, she had developed a reputation for making men confused with desire and then insane with insecurity. All she had to do was set her eyes on a man and he was finished. 

A man, a few feet away from herself on the train, the one with the nonchalance in his face and yet, had been giving her the eyes as he pretended to read a book. She decided she would teach him a few things about seduction. Mess him up. 

What always worked was the' I'm angry and I'm going to ignore you' look that the man never saw coming. And then he tried to figure out of it was him who she was referring to with her dagger-like eyes, or if it was the old man beside him. And then he would laugh and realize it was him. 

Now the intellectual part. "Why is she angry with me?" he would try to think. And then he would finally give up and admit to himself that he didn't know. And then he would turn to her again and see if he was mistaken. 'Are you really looking at me the way I think you are looking at me?' he would say to her in his mind but never aloud. How funny that would sound?

And then he would see that almost devilish sparkle in her eyes that he recognized from sex scenes in his favorite porn or movies and he would know he was wanted, just not taunted.

The rest is history. 

Eventually, at 19th Street, she would drop the heavy stone on his foot, and get off the train and be out of his life forever. 

"Poor man," she would sigh, one more kill for the day. 

But that was her errands for the morning. At work, she is the perfect opposite – a professional. Putting her bag on the desk, she would avoid the glaring eyes from her colleagues, who are buying or selling something. She watches John buys futures on oil for a client in the middle of 1999, when the bull market is riding like a woman in heat, and no one but the sly-fox has a clue what's going down. But John always let Saira know what he was doing, just because he had a certain fixation for the blue skirt she wore to work and wanted, very much, to explore the skin underneath.

He dreamt about it night and day, just like Frank in the next cubicle, who just had dumped his Asian girlfriend when he heard that Saira broke up with her husband. Now, like a man reborn, he cackled as he got up from his seat to reach for a pencil he didn't need, and cackled when he sits down. And he stood up quite a bit whenever Saira passed his cubicle and smiled at her gleefully. 

He had thought of giving her something on Valentines Day next, but his sister said no. 'Too early,' she said, happy he isn't dating that Vietnamese girl, but worried Frank won't settle down with a white girl from a wealthy family.

Saira kept a good distance from the boys at work who she knew had no idea about interracial dating, let alone sex. She wasn't sure it could work, in the long run. White boys liked a short fling with an Asian woman and most though Asian women were submissive too. 'How simplistic,' she laughed, with her friends, when they discussed white boys. American men, in general -- so confused, they were.

She never explicitly ignored John, however, but never pursued him because the thought of a black mother, scares her to death. And she thought it scared him a little to – to imagine her as his wife, though she knew he did. Even though he didn't fall off his chair when she walked by, she saw his gaze on the nape of her neck. On her long hair, which he longed to play with. She could see.

But it was too early to decide. She liked Frank too. He had the cutest boyish smile that you wanted to steal. And when he got tipsy at the office parties he would beg to dance with her like it was life and death if she didn't, and when she said no, he would put on the saddest face. It broke her heart. She wanted to dance with him the next party, just because it could be fun.

And all she wanted was to have fun. 

Single 28/f



I grew up in an affluent Midwestern suburb. Nice high school, McMansions, nice cars, all of that. And then I went to college. It was a larger, prestigious state school. I got my undergrad, and then when the economy got bad, I went back for a Masters.

Now I work in sales. I travel. A lot. I have a condo I come home to, but it's a lot of hotels. And, of course, a lot of down time and quiet nights alone. I'm not as close with some of my friends as I used to be. A lot of them are married now, and have kids. It's not that I'm anti-mother, but I can only hear talk of little darlings so long before my eyes sort of glaze over. And that's not saying I don't want to get married or have kids. I do. When I find the right guy. I'm only 29.

I like nice things. I drive a decent car. But, it's the clothes and jewelry I like the most. And I buy nice underwear. i don't always wear thongs. Mostly it's boyshorts. Lacey, and in many colors. I like to look good. And I go to the gym. I eat right. 

But I do get lonely. It's hard not to, when you travel so much. So I drink. Not too much, too often. I'm not a drunk. I do enjoy the hotel bar. Most of the time I'm done with my work by 5, and back to the hotel. I'll sit in my room for a while, scan the channels. Around six I'll usually head down stairs, bored. I'll order a drink, then a little dinner, and then another drink. 

Inevitably, there'll be another person at the bar. Usually a man. Usually like me. And sometimes they'll talk to me, and I'll talk back. They're a little buzzed, maybe away from their wife, and they like to flirt. So I oblige them. And I like it too. A little human touch, even if it is just conversation with a stranger. 

And sometimes he'll be cute, not too old. I never let them buy me a drink, but we'll move closer, talk more. The conversation will turn more personal. I'll give some details about myself, the next level. And we'll have another drink. 

And then something will catch me. Usually it's his smile after he says something witty. Maybe something dorky. Something to put me at ease. I'll scan his hand. Ring? No ring? Does it really matter to me? I don't know. But that's when I start to feel the dull ache of my loneliness a little stronger. When he's there and I'm looking now a little longer into his green eyes, watching the way his blond hair is pushed across his forehead. 

And then the heat will start. Right between my legs. Deep, but pressing. I'll cross my legs. Maybe rock my leg. And he'll keep the conversation going. Talk about himself a little, ask me a question. But my mind is fleeting. And then he'll set his hand down on the bar. I'll see it, study it. It looks strong. And this makes me think about my own hand. How I've felt my own hand on myself, but how long since someone else's? I'll rock my leg, and it'll become more urgent. 

How do I let him know? How do I let him know that I wouldn't mind more? I wouldn't mind seeing how far he can take me. I think about his body. He's still talking, but now I'm being coy. Flashing my eyes, being quieter. I want to let him know. 

And he'll pick up on it. He'll order another drink. I'll go along. We'll have one more. And then he'll really loosen up. So I touch his arm. He plays dumb the first time, but not the second. He touches me back. And then we're done with our drinks and alone in front of the elevator and then on the elevator and the silence between us is deafening and tense. Until he touches my arm again.

We kiss. Nothing serious. Just a kiss. But I feel it all the way through me. And now I'm ready. I want more of his plush lips against mine. He asks me to come back to his room and I agree.

We're on his bed, making out now. His hands are all over me, but hesitant at the same time. Where can he touch? How far will I let him go. So I feel him on my breasts first. That's safe. And he squeezes, and he rubs, and he pinches at my hard nipples through my bra. I moan, and part my legs a little because I want his hand between my legs. 

And then his hand is between my legs. But it's over my jeans. So I make the move, I reach down and unbutton, unzip, and he takes the cue. His hand is inside my pants, his strong fingers pressed against the fabric of my sheer black boyshorts.

He helps my pants down a little, but they fall and stay around my ankles. I'm glad. I've spread my legs for him enough. And now he's inside my panties. Working my lips, my clit. I suck his mouth as he fingers me, and tugs at my panties. But I hold them on. Girls who take their panties off have sex. Girls who have sex are sluts. 

He knows the game. He knows my panties aren't coming off. So he moans, he hints. He wants me to touch him. And I do. Squeeze it. But he wants more direct contact. So he unzips and unbuttons. And I've got a hand full of boxers with a stiff cock under them.

I stroke it. I stroke it and kiss his mouth as he fingers me and kisses me. He's still trying to get my panties down. even harder now that I've got his bare cock in my hand and can feel that thick, hot cockhead, wet from precum. And it's not that i don't want his cock. I do. I think about how much I'd love to be on my back for him, spread for him, naked for him. How good it would feel to have that all the way inside me. It's really what I need.

But I don't allow it. And slowly, his fingers are less pleasurable. He's really aroused now, not trying as hard. I know what he wants. He wants me to suck it. I think maybe we've made the blowjob too easy. Now any man who gets his fingers inside of you expects it. Not saying I don't like it. I suppose if you wanted to be crass you could call me a "cocksucker." We all are though. And which rationale do I use to assuage the mild guilt I feel for my willingness and desire to put a relative stranger's genitals in my mouth until he ejaculates? Does it make me feel powerful? Do I like to feel like a slut? I know, but I won't say.

I do like it. And I feel him between my lips, in my mouth. He throbs, pulses, loses precum. He leaks in my mouth. And I suck on it. Harder. I think about how warm it is, hot. I enjoy it. The way it throbs, it makes me throb. And I can't help but think back to the first one I did every time I do one. How strange, how foreign, but how arousing. 

And when I want it to be over, I start to use my hand. His shaft is slick from my spit, and he moans, and then explodes. My mouth rides every pulse of his cock. I spit his load out and we're done. 

I wipe my mouth, take a breath and wait for the obligatory, "That felt so good. Thank you." I always hate it when they thank me. Why? I wait to see if he tries to cuddle, tries to turn this into something more than it was. He does, a little, and we kiss some more. But then I pull my pants back up, straighten myself, tell him I had fun, smile and leave.

I always feel satisfied when it's over. Walking down the hotel hallway, smiling to myself, replaying it in my head. He was cute, nice cock. Nothing to be ashamed of. But it never lasts longer than it takes me to slide the card through the reader and open the door to my own room.



Single Again



I won’t bore you with what led up to it but one afternoon Kevin and I had a really massive row. Sarah, our 12 year old daughter, was staying at a friends for the weekend so we were able to completely let rip and things did get pretty nasty. It ended with me saying “Well fuck off and this time do it for good.” And he did just that.

When he’d gone and I looked at his empty wardrobes and thought of Sarah I felt awful at what lay ahead for I knew this time it was over. Realising the difficulties that I would have to go through with the divorce and being a 33 year old single mother was disturbing but at least I knew there would be no money worries.

I mooched around the house in a daze most afternoon and I felt lonelier than I ever had before. It was a relief then, when one of my neighbours turned up to return a video we had lent them. She appeared shocked when she saw me and I realised that my earlier crying must be apparent. 

“God Mandy what’s the matter?” As I went to reply I felt the emotion welling up in me and I began to cry again. 

Toni came in and I found myself telling her about what had happened. She was aware of some of our previous difficulties and as she had been supportive before I suddenly found it all pouring out as we sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea that she had made. I told her that this time it was almost certainly over. I explained that Sarah was away for the night and gave her a little more information on what had caused this particular squabble, me finding out about yet another of Kevin’s affairs.

She was very understanding and a helpful listener so she was just what I needed at that particular time. Very organised and matter of fact Toni just sort of took over. “Right you’re coming to mine for dinner, Tom and the kids are away, and I think we’ll get well and truly plastered,” she said making me smile for the first time as she added, “go and get yourself bathed and changed and come round when you’re ready.”

An hour or so later I was in her house dressed in a white blouse and black trousers, bathed with my hair washed and I did feel better as she poured me a glass of white wine from a half empty bottle that I suspected she had already drunk. We had steak and salad and yes we did drink a fair amount before going into her lounge and sitting side by side on one of the large sofas drawn up around a blazing wood fire.

We talked and talked becoming slightly more tipsy and open with each other recounting past experiences and affairs that we’d had. Our legs occasionally touched and several times her hand rested on my knee or wrist as she accentuated points but, as is this is quite normal during “girly” chats, I saw nothing untoward with the gestures merely taking them as acts of kindness and affection on her part.

My mood swings, though, were quite volatile. One moment I was laughing and joking about things and then I would find myself becoming weepy again, more at the possible affects this would all have on Sarah than on anything else.

I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday what then happened. I started crying and Toni took me in her arms to soothe me cuddling me to her as she did so. It felt so comfortable and reassuring being in her arms and I just stayed there for some time feeling better and more confident all the time. I can recall her holding me, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands on my back, the soothing touch as she stroked my hair and the pressure on my breasts and legs from her body.

Whilst I enjoyed it there were no thoughts whatsoever in my mind of anything sexual and the emotions she was touching were all to do with my state of mind regarding Kevin and Sarah and the spectre of life alone after all these years. That is until she lifted my head up and, looking me in the eye, murmured in a very husky voice.

“In any case, love, who needs men?” Staring straight into my eyes I saw the slight smile on her face as her lips opened and her head started moving towards mine and I knew then that she was about to kiss me. But the movement was so slow as to be almost imperceptible and I guessed she was testing the water. I could move my head and to all intents and purposes nothing untoward would have happened. Or I could stay as I was and accept the advance. The ball was very firmly in my court!!

I have to admit that at that point I felt the stirrings of arousal. But it also made me feel wanted and needed. Reassured and soothed. But I was nervous and I felt somewhat concerned and not a little confused. Thoughts of Sarah and Kevin rushed through my mind, as did memories of Jen and other women I had briefly “known.”  My heart was pounding as I must have unconsciously weighed things up. To turn my head and reject her subtle advance or to stay as I was and invite those lips onto mine? To move and not fulfil what my body seemed to be crying out for or to remain looking into her eyes and to undertake a journey into areas of unknown sexuality for me? I’m not sure that I made a decision as opposed to taking the easiest way out. I did nothing. I simply stayed there and Toni made the decision.

Her lips closed on mine and she pulled my body tighter to hers crushing my breasts to her own as her arms encircled my back and her hands became buried in my hair.

It was pure bliss and joy and my body responded to her immediately. I knew this was what I wanted and I suddenly found a calmness that surprised me for now her hand had strayed from my back and was on my side the palm touching the edge of my breast. Her tongue delving into my opened mouth that was eagerly receiving it.  I felt as though I was about to explode as her hand cupped my breast and begin to gently caress it. Kissing and licking at my lips she quite rapidly, but not too quickly, moved on by sliding her hand inside my shirt and right onto the flesh on the top of my boobs that was not covered by the bra. 

Pushing me back into the corner of the sofa, her eyes not leaving mine for a moment a gentle and loving smile on her face, Toni leant over me and one by one undid the buttons on my shirt. Pulling it apart she gazed at me and muttered.

“Such lovely breasts” as both of her hands fell onto them and began stroking and gently squeezing them all the time gradually easing them out of their restricting cover. As she bared me to her gaze my nipples if anything became even harder. I felt fantastic and so feminine as her eyes roamed across them and as her fingers gently and so knowingly coaxed even more feeling and pleasure from them.

I was on an enormous high as we kissed again and as her hands gained the confidence to more overtly caress my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers and thumbs. My shirt and bra came off and I sat with her just in my trousers. My emotions welled up and I realised that momentarily I would be naked before her and that after that we would make love. It was almost as if I climaxed and just stayed there. Time ceased to have a meaning. My pulse raced and my heart beat so fast. It seemed wonderfully decadent yet at the same time so natural. So wanton but simultaneously so beautiful.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered taking me by the hand as she added, “come to bed with me Amanda.” 

The simple statement said so much and the words crashed into my brain as the enormity of what I was to embark upon finally hit me. She saw that and took me in her arms again whispering reassuring phrases and gently urging me towards the door as she said.


“Amanda I want you so much, I desire you utterly, I have lusted after you for ages. Let me make love to you as you have never been before.” Her hands, as she was saying these things, were so gently and lovingly touching and stroking me with a tenderness I had rarely experienced that all of my reluctance and resistance simply vanished and I knew I was now putty in her hands!

Laid flat on her bed I watched as she reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her dress. It seemed to simply flutter away from her to fall in a bundle around her feet so that she stood before me clad just in her bra and panties both of which were, black, silky and very skimpy. As she moved towards me she shed her bra and I saw her small, very heavily nippled breasts that seemed like magnets to me. At that point in time there was nothing in the world that I wanted more than those two small orbs. Nothing that could match the pleasure that I knew I could gain from them. Nothing that would excite me as much as feeling them, caressing them, touching them and kissing them. I wanted to have sex with her so badly it almost made me cum thinking about it.


We moulded our bodies together as we fell into each other’s arms and we were touching from lips to toes.

We kissed and delved into each other’s throats with our tongues. We pressed our breasts together, me feeling so wonderfully female as my larger, fuller boobs engulfed hers. Our bellies were squashed together and our pubic mounds merged into one, the hairy lumps rubbing on each other. Her hands aroused every part of my body as they travelled from my face and hair, down my back and up my front. As they touched and stroked my breasts, flittered across my tummy, ran up and down my spine and squeezed the cheeks of my bottom through my thin trousers. I squirmed with excitement and pleasure as my nipples were squeezed, then rolled in her fingers and then, eventually, were licked, nibbled and sucked. I clung to her as her teeth, lips, gums and tongue did things to them that surpassed anything they had felt in the past. 

Then her hand edged enquiringly down me, moving from my breasts to my chest, onto my tummy and further onto my lower abdomen until it touched the join of my legs and cupped my sex in her hands. Squeezing me through the material she applied the wanted and so wonderful pressure to my clitoris. That erupted with pleasure sending feelings of such intensity through me that I started to cum immediately. She instantly recognised this and, continuing the little circular movements of her fingers right on that magic spot, she cuddled me tightly to her with her other arm so that our breasts were again pressed together the nipples merged into one mass of pink, rubbery sensations.

I shuddered to a rapid and very, very heavy climax in which my breath came in deep pants and I again began to cry at the sheer intensity of the feelings I was experiencing. Through every shudder and spasm Toni was with me thinking nothing of taking and being intent on just one thing, making this the most wonderful experience she could for me. It was so different to be totally the centre of attention with my pleasure being the only agenda item. Different due to the lack of the urgency that precedes a man’s ejaculation. Different due to the gentleness, her knowing ways, her softness and sweet smell and the lack of body hair. The feelings I gained were similar to those with a man but so different in many ways.

Momentarily sated I collapsed in her arms. Sobbing and heaving partly at realising the boundary I had just crossed, partly from the guilt, partly from my emotional state due to my husband having left me just hours before, partly as thoughts of my daughter flooded my mind but mainly from the sheer degree of sexual pleasure that I had just gained.

We lay there for some time Toni softly stroking my hair, lightly touching my breasts and planting small kisses on my cheeks. With me still in my trousers and her in her black panties there was a mood of gentleness combined with expectancy of what was still to come. I had never experienced anything like this for normally men seem to want to get away from the woman almost as soon as he has climaxed. But with Toni that seemed the furthest thing from her mind.

We chatted with her explaining that she had been attracted to women for many years and that now she considered herself to be almost completely bi-sexual for she still enjoyed a very active sex life with her husband. She said she was never unfaithful to him with other men but was with women although she felt that was “different.”

I “owned up” to my modest episodes with Jen and the few other women I’d “known” and felt relieved when she told me that many women that she knew had done things like that and that in her opinion most would given the opportunity. Obviously I took the chance to question her on whether the feelings I had gained with the others, to an extent, and with her, massively, meant that I was becoming lesbian or that I would in the future be likely to become more and more attracted to women. She explained that it doesn’t work like that. Her feelings and those of other bi-sexual girls she knew were sort of compartmentalised and that when with men they were totally straight but then, again, when with women they were quite the opposite.

As we were talking we were touching and cuddling and she was occasionally kissing me and gently licking my face and eyes and lips and neck. Stroking my hair and so softly touching my breasts and tummy I felt so comfortable and relaxed that I quite rapidly reached the conclusion that there could be nothing at all wrong with something as beautiful as this and I began to become a more active participant.

I returned her caresses by running my fingertips across her face and lips and by running my hands through her dark fairly short hair. I trickled them down her neck and across her chest. Plucking up my courage I trailed them across her small breasts and very dark nipples that, as I became more aroused, seemed to take on an almost magnetic attraction. To me they assumed enormous proportions and I felt myself thinking how much I would like to take them into my mouth and suck on them like a baby. 

As Toni saw my responses so she also became more active and the mood between us changed to one of increased intensity and passion. We were both now kissing each other on the mouth and our hands were moving across the other’s breasts with more urgency cupping and kneading the soft, pliant and, to me, such, exciting flesh . Toni ever so gently rolled me onto my back and laid on her side her hand fully embracing my boob her finger and thumb rolling the nipple between them. Kissing deeply I felt her hand moving. It came away from the nipple and stroked the underflesh of my right breast, it moved further onto the bottom of my ribcage and kept going until she slid her fingers slightly inside the waist band of my trousers until I could feel her nails on the skin of my belly. She stayed like that for a while her fingers gently rubbing me inside the material gradually pushing them further down until I felt them on the elastic at the waist of my panties. I showed no resistance at all to that very overt gesture.


So, presumably encouraged, she pushed herself up a little and, looking deep into my eyes, she brought both of her hands to my waist. Smiling, she murmured.

“Perhaps we should get rid of these?” She undid the belt and began easing the zip down at the front of my trousers. They were slowly pulled down and I raised my bottom off the bed to help her remove them completely. I lay before her clad merely in my white transparent panties through which I knew my pubic shadow was clearly on view.

“Oh Mandy you are gorgeous” she muttered as her hand, idly almost, trailed across my panties touching me right where the hair begins. It may have been an involuntary caress by her but to me the affect was electrifying for, for the first time, the sheer enormity of what I was about to do hit me. And my God did I want her.

Sensing my need, or more to the point as she explained afterwards my total capitulation, she plunged on now totally confident of my intentions and willingness. And quite rightly so.

In the next few hours I experienced so many new things and sensations and came so many times that my recall of it all is fuzzy. The entire lovemaking session that went on well into the night and restarted in the morning seems to have merged into one memory of sheer bliss, amazing tenderness and incredible excitement. It was as though I had one continual orgasm that rose to crescendos, subsided a little and then soared to even higher levels. It was like being on a roller coaster when you go so steeply down or around that you think that it’s impossible for it to go steeper or tighter only for it to then immediately do so.

Toni started this by kneeling beside me and, whilst staring deep into my eyes, she slowly rolled her panties down over her tummy gradually revealing the soft patch of dark down at the base. I found this to be such a turn on that, without thinking but to her evident pleasure, I did the same and pushed my own panties off lifting my bottom from the bed as I did so.

And then we started what was probably the most exciting single sexual escapade that I have ever experienced.

Lying there on the bed totally naked in another woman’s arms just hours after Kevin had left was both thrilling and exciting. My mind was reeling from the sexual pleasure and the sheer incongruity of leaping from my marital bed into a woman’s arms in such a short time.

But then, when Toni resumed her passionate advances towards me, all such thoughts were banished from my mind and the absolute pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction took me over.

The first amazing feeling was being naked in another woman’s arms. The softness and curves of her body against mine was so different to that of a man as was, of course, the absence of the hardness that presses so enticingly into a girl’s stomach. But the gentleness and the knowingness with which she approached me was the most surprising thing. It seemed as though she could anticipate my every need. When I wanted a tender embrace or a soft caress her hands gently stroked my breasts or softly rubbed the lips of my vulva. As my passion rose and more urgency was required so her arms would hold me tighter, her fingers would press into my flesh, she would pinch my nipples and squeeze joyingly, painfully the softness of my boobs. As I needed relief from the wonderful torment of feelings she built up in me she knew just the moment to plunge her fingers rigid with penetrative probing deep into my insides.

She knew when to bring me off and when to hold me right on the edge. When to kiss me lovingly and treat me with tenderness and when to be rough and act as though I were a whore! Her technique was perfect, at least to my inexperienced opinion. She touched my clitoris with just the right amount of pressure rubbing alongside it from front to back as opposed to right on top as most men do. She stroked me around the outside of my lips rather than poking her fingers roughly inside thus giving me so much more pleasure than normally received from a man’s, inevitable but nonetheless, unfortunate fumblings. And she knew just when I was ready to move from one stage of lesbian lovemaking to the next.

Our earlier efforts, needed though they had been to initiate me, palled into insignificance against what we moved onto during that most fantastic first night of my separation.

Toni loved all, and I do mean all, of my body in ways that it had never been loved before. There didn’t seem to be a part of me that she didn’t touch and caress and from which both she and I didn’t gain sexual pleasure. From stroking my hair and touching my eyebrows and eyelids when my eyes were closed to rubbing the soles of my feet. From caressing the crown of my head and stroking gently on my neck at the base of my hairline to massaging my calf and buttock muscles. She rubbed her body against mine and dangled her nipples against my breasts. Her pubis mound was ground against mine and the lips of her pussy were pressed against the cheeks of my bottom. She intertwined her legs with mine so that the lips of our vulvas were pressed together and she ran her erect and hardened nipple up and down the soaked, pink crack.




Single Again



She used her mouth on me so wonderfully it was though I had never been loved orally before. Again she just seemed to know when I wanted gentleness and when more urgency was required. When it was appropriate to drive her tongue inside and when gently lapping motions around the outside were what I needed. She used her lips, teeth, tongue and mouth on every part of me. My face, chest, breasts, tummy and legs. And of course between my legs but not concentrated just on the front entrance. Equally adept at arousing incredible sensations from my labia and vulva as she was at stimulating my anus she loved me everywhere. Her magical mouth visited me on my clit, my cunt and my arse and each of them received it with joy and such pleasure.

Responding to her, following her lead and returning some of the wonderful favours she had bestowed on me just seemed so natural and necessary. Her nipples in my mouth, my tongue licking her breasts and chewing the rubbery tips. My fingers finding and lovingly stroking her velvety wetness. Slipping them in and running them around the moistened, pink slash between her legs. Anointing and arousing her clitoris. All these actions I did without bidding but with enormous gratitude and fulsome response from her.

And then when her parted legs with her most womanly of places so beautifully on view was right before my eyes to kiss it seemed just the most perfectly natural thing in the world. The taste and smell of another woman was like an aphrodisiac and encouraged me to plunge on lapping at this fountain of sexuality. I gobbled greedily, I imagine, as second by second I gained new sensations and received new experiences. The feel of her lips on my tongue, the squirming of her body as I pleasured her, the sensation of my mouth engulfing her clitoris and sucking it into my teeth as she had done to me all were new, powerful and wonderful. 

When I made her cum I felt marvellous. I revelled in the writhing of her body, the gritted teeth, the tightly closed eyes, the panting breath and the gasping. I gloried in cuddling her as she roared up to a wonderful crescendo of feelings. I felt such tenderness and love as I held her close as she soared over the peak and settled into that wonderfully warm time of immediate post orgasm, a feeling in women that no man seems to understand.

How often we dozed off only to wake again and resume I have no idea. How many times we made love and how many times each of us climaxed is an equal mystery. All I know is that it was light and the birds were singing when we finally slept in each others arms bringing my first night as a separated woman to a wonderful and totally satisfying end.



Single Again



Several times a year I'm guaranteed to be single; Valentine's Day, New Years, Christmas, my birthday and any other day or occasion that involves spending it with a lover. This Valentine's Day, I thought I was going different, turns out I was wrong. I made reservations at one of the rich peoples restaurants, bought a new red dress and red lingerie for after dinner. Then I called to tell Alex when to pick me up and he announced, "I'm not going to be able to make it."

"What does that mean?"

He told me he had to work late.

"On Valentine's Day? Even on normal days you don't work past four."

Then more of the truth came out. He said he liked me but thought we would be better as friends. I disagreed with him and told him to never call me again. I hung up the phone and looked at my dress, it was still in the plastic hanging on my closet door. It was going back to the store tomorrow. However, the red lingerie, I was going to keep. I lifted the bra out of the shopping bag, I was going to go out anyways. But not to a restaurant, I knew two of my friends were going to be at the local bar tonight to celebrate their singleness. 

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Walking to the bar I saw too many happy couples, holding hands, walking side by side, I wanted to cry but Alex wasn't worth it. We had been going out for only three months but the love word had started to pop up in my brain. At one point I even thought he was the one but tonight I was ready to find a someone new. Underneath my coat, I had worn a low cut black sweater, normally I wore a shirt underneath to hide my cleavage but tonight I wanted men to look. I wore my tight black skirt that actually made it look like I had a nice ass. I hadn't done it on purpose but on the outside, I was wearing all black.

My friends were sitting at the bar and were surprised to see me. I couldn't tell them I had been dumped on Valentine's, it hurt to even think about it. I lied, told them Alex had to go out of town because his uncle was sick. It was the best lie I could come up with and I felt like I was lying to my teacher when I didn't have my homework. But they bought, at least pretended to buy it and ordered the bartender to give me a drink.

The bar was still empty but it was early. The only other people were a group of boys sitting at a table behind me that seemed to notice every time I looked to check them out, a guy sitting by himself at the other end of the bar, the bartender and a couple. I had gone on dates to bars before but if I had a boyfriend that brought me there on Valentine's, especially to this dive, he would no longer be my boyfriend. But they looked happy and I wanted to cry again, but I hid my emotions from my friends. I wasn't ready to admit that I was single again. 

None of the boys in the group at the table seemed to be worthwhile, neither did the guy sitting by himself, by default the bartender became the most interesting male in the bar. But I already knew him too well. I saw him with too many bar sluts. I tried to tell myself I would have more fun if I didn't spend the whole night hoping to meet someone. But I kept hoping someone would come through the door. When someone interesting finally did come through the door I didn't even notice him. I was doing a shot with my friends. I had been there for over two hours and was feeling very nice. I didn't notice Blake and his friend until they sat down next to me.

"Aren't you supposed to be out on a hot date?" Blake asked.

"Something like that." Then I remembered I was keeping it a secret. "He had to visit a an uncle in the hospital."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Blake used to live next door to me. I met him last summer when I was reading on my porch. I had seen him before in the lobby and elevator but we never spoke until that afternoon he came out to the neighboring porch and asked me what I was reading. We hit it off pretty quickly and started having semi regular conversations. He was a few years older, but I had a crush on him. The only problem was his girlfriend, and when they broke up he moved to a different building a few blocks away. I still saw him in the neighborhood time to time but it wasn't the same. 

"Don't worry, I'm beginning to think it's a good thing."

"Maybe."

"So where's your hot date?"

"What hot date?"

"You're too cute to be alone on Valentine's Day." I had never flirted with him before but than I had never been influenced by alcohol when he was around before.

I thought I had gone too far. He was silent until the bartender brought him his drink. Then he brought the topic back to our usual topics. I updated him on my life, my work, my reading until I couldn't talk anymore. I felt like I was talking to my brother.

Blake bought my friends and I another round of shots. I was beginning to feel a little drunk, which had been one of my original intentions of coming to this dive bar but I didn't have to be intoxicated to have fun with Blake and it was making me feel a little immature. He sipped on his Jack and Coke, I was downing Martinis and it didn't help that I was horny almost beyond the point where I could control myself. The alcohol convinced me it was ok to put my hand on his leg. He didn't seem to notice, he just kept on talking to his friend.

I had never seen him check me out, except the first time we talked. I was wearing a tank top and short shorts. I caught him looking but since then he had never showed interest in the physical me and he didn't seem to be interested in me tonight. I took my hand off of him and went to the bathroom.

He was outside the bathroom when I came out. I went to kiss him, but he put two fingers to my lips. "You're drunk, and I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends, please don't put your hand back on my leg." Now I was ready to cry. It felt like no men in the world wanted me, but Blake put his arm around me and brought me close and held me. "Where is Alex really?"

"He dumped me today."

"He's asshole."

"Maybe, but until today he made me happy."

"I can't believe he broke up with you today."

"I know." Tears started to fall. "We were supposed to go to dinner tonight, I bought a dress and everything but this afternoon I called him, he told me at first he couldn't make it then when I interrogated him further, he dumped me." I felt better just telling someone. "I didn't mean to make you mad, I just wanted someone to be with tonight."

"I'm not mad. I just think you're a little too drunk and I don't think you would put your hand on my leg if you weren't drunk and hadn't been dumped today."

"I probably wouldn't be here either, but I like you, I liked you even when you were going out with Sara. Can you just take me home? We don't have to do anything. I just want to sleep with someone holding me tonight."

He didn't say anything. I could smell his cologne now and I didn't want him to ever let go of me. But he did when another girl needed to get by to get into the bathroom.

"I like you too, but not in that way." I had been rejected before, even with the exact same words, it was so cliché but this time it really hurt.

He walked me back to the bar where my friends were now talking to some guy that had stolen my stool. I took my coat and told my friends Alex had called and I was going home. I didn't want to be in public anymore. It was going to be a lot cheaper to get drunk at home. But before I got two feet out the door Blake was grabbed my arm.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to leave."

"I can't stay."

"Why not?"

"I've had too much rejection today."

"I'm sorry, you're a great girl, but I'm not ready for a relationship again."

"You broke up with Sara two months ago. And I didn't say anything about a relationship. I just want to fuck you tonight." A couple walking by on the street stared at me. I gave them the finger.

"Calm down." Blake wrapped his body around me again, pushed me off the sidewalk into an alleyway. He pinned me with my arms above my head against the brick wall. "You're too special for just fucking."

This time I was speechless. He let go of me but I didn't escape. "You're too sensitive to be real."

"I am not."

"Then, just sleep with me tonight. No one will have to know."

"I'm not ready."

"Please."

"I want you so bad, but..."

"Then, take me right here, right now." It was cold but he made me warm. He kissed me. I knew I had won. He pressed up against me. I felt him grow hard against me, even through our layers of clothes. "I can't wait any longer."

I started to unbuckle his belt. "Not here, we're five feet away from anyone seeing us."

"I don't care. I need you now." 

"I do." He pulled me further into the alley and behind the building.

I finished opening his pants and felt his cock. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." I took off my red panties and put them in my coat pocket. He pushed me against the wall. He pulled out his cock. He pushed his warm body against me. I felt his cock against me, then I felt him enter me. He started to fuck me but the position was awkward, it was hard for him to fuck me the way I needed. "Turn around." He positioned me like a cop about to search a suspect, hands against the wall, legs spread apart.

"Have you done this before?" I laughed. I smiled as he pushed himself back inside of me. "No. You?"

"First time." 

"His hands explored my body. It didn't take long to find their way up my sweater to caress my breasts. His hands were cold but they still felt amazing as he touched my erect nipples.

I started to worry that someone would find us. I half expected to get caught but I didn't care. It was the first time I had fucked outside of a bedroom or a car. I think the cold air made it ten times better and the fear of getting caught was an added bonus. 

Blake fucked me for what seemed an hour. It was probably only ten minutes, but it was long enough to know he was a better lover then Alex. 

He grabbed on to me as he started to come close. He held me tightly as he came hard. I looked back at him. He was smiling. "That was amazing." He said, while trying to catch his breath. It was the standard after sex cliché but this time and from him it seemed to mean something real.

"So what do we do now?"

"We could go back into the bar and pretend nothing happened or we could go back to your place?"

We went back to my apartment. I lit the candles around my bed, then he proceeded to make love to me. It was just like I had planned the night to end, just with a different lover. 

The next morning when the alarm went off, I didn't want to go to work but I had to. Blake slept through the alarm but he was long gone by the time I returned home from work.

It was a one-night-only thing but that was okay. It was what I needed. It ruined our friendship, now when he sees me says "hi," but that's it. Sex always ruins friendships. But that's okay too. 

As far as Alex, he called me a few days later, I told him it was too late to apologize. I decided I didn't need a boyfriend on Valentine's Day.



Single Again



Authors Note: This is my twenty-second story. This is a work of fiction although it IS based on factual people whose named have been changed for their privacy. Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated!

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I was single for the first time in almost two and a half years. The man I had broken up with had been the best lover I'd ever had, but there were problems in our relationship beyond sex that could not be fixed. Unfortunately, him being the best lover of my life didn't alter the fact that after over two years together the sex became less and less thrilling. 

I found myself single, back in the city and thanks to the dwindling sex drive in our relationship I found myself not even wanting to find a new man to have in my life because I didn't have any desire in me for anyone. 

However, within a couple months that all changed. 

Now here I sit...a few months single and feeling as though my entire body is a giant throbbing, aching hormone that is just begging to be satisfied. 

I have reached out to people from my past as well as new people in my life to help sate my ever increasing need for pleasure...I've contacted ex boyfriends for booty calls, I've had sex with men I've felt nothing for, I've had sex with men I even felt something close to distain for, all in the pursuit of pleasure and release. Not to mention making good use of my wonderful purple vibe, my own talented fingers and my meager porn collection to temporarily satisfy myself until my next lover comes along. 

Included in the tools for my own pleasure when no one else is around to aid me is my own vivid imagination. My fantasies have always been more about whom than where or how, although lately my fantasies have been less than usual for me. There have been two reoccurring people in my fantasies lately...they are as follows:

ROB: An online friend for more than five years. We have shared everything with each other, although we've never seen each other in person as I live in Canada and he lives in the States. He means more to me than almost any other man in my life ever has or probably ever will. There's always been a heavy sexual attraction between us. He is over six feet tall, well muscled without being bulky, naturally dark Italian skin with brown hair and brown eyes and sports a heavenly 11 inch long and 2 inch thick cock which I've been aching to wrap any part of my body around for years. 

AIDEN: Another online friend, although only for about a month or two. We live in the same city and even work a few blocks from each other but have yet to meet face to face. He too is over six feet tall and well built. I'd chatted with him once when his webcam was on and got to enjoy the view of his wonderful shoulders, chest and torso and had received a picture of his 7 inch long and 1 and a half inch thick cock that always made my body tight with need. 

Now, by saying my recent fantasies have been "less than usual for me" I mean that they aren't full blown fantasies. Normally I take the time to create an entire scenario in my mind, something believable and realistic about why I would be seeing the person in my fantasy and what's going on around us and so on. Lately my fantasies have been less about the illusion of reality and more about the need to achieve orgasm. I've given you (my reader) an outline of who the individuals are to me and their general appearance because once I launch into the storytelling of my fantasies I won't be spending time giving in depth descriptions about our relationship or how they look...you'll be getting my fantasies in the way I have been experiencing them...fast paced...intense...and...for me and I hope for all my readers...orgasmic. 

So...here goes...

ROB

We walk into a hotel room holding hands. He closes the door behind us and locks it. He turns to me and I stare at him for a moment before pulling his lips to mine. We kiss passionately, all heat and desire. Our bodies are pressed tightly to each other and I can feel his cock growing harder and harder against my body. 

I pull away from him and practically rip off my dress as he pulls his shirt over his head and takes his jeans off. 

The second we're both naked we're in each other's arms again. Lips pressed so hard it's almost painful. Bodies pressed against each other as if we'll crawl through one another. 

We collapse on the bed and he moves on top of me. His mouth devours mine as I push my body against his. He kisses down to my breasts and takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard enough to make me gasp. I'm straining against his body, aching for him. 

I push him off me so he can lie on the bed next to me. I bring his mouth back down to my waiting nipples and he sucks on them with vigor as I reach out to take his massive cock in my hands. 

As I tease his cock with my fingers, stroking and rubbing, his lips and tongue on my nipples drive me insane. I arch my back and his hand moves to my soaking pussy. I push myself against his hand and he rubs a fingertip against my throbbing clit and I scream out from the pleasure of it. 

I am so wet and so ready he doesn't hesitate and he pushes first one, then two fingers deep inside my pussy and begins slowly fucking me with them, driving me to the bring of orgasm over and over again until I pull his mouth from my tits and look into his eyes and whisper in a voice gone hoarse from my own screams of delight, "Rob...please...fuck me!"

He hesitates for a moment and I contract my pussy muscles around his fingers and moan in pleasure, "God Rob I want your cock in me not your fingers! Fuck me Rob! I need you to fuck me!" 

He almost growls with lust as he slips his fingers from my aching pussy and licks all my juices from them before he leans over to kiss me and share the flavor of my pussy with me. While I taste myself on his mouth he positions his cock and slowly begins pushing it into my waiting pussy. His cock is the biggest I've ever had but I am so far gone with lust and need that my body willingly opens to accept all of him. 

He lays there on top of me with his cock buried to the hilt inside my hot pussy and looks down at me, "You okay baby?" 

I squeeze my pussy around his cock and throw my head back in pleasure, "God you fill me up so good! Mmmmm...but I don't want to be full...I want to be fucked!"

With that he slowly pulls his cock out a little and then slams it back into me, making my entire body shudder with the jolt. Soon he's shoving his massive cock in and out of my pussy so hard and so fast I think I might die from the pleasure of it. I slip my fingers between our bodies and rub my clit frantically as he slams his giant cock deep inside my pussy over and over again. 

The first orgasm hits me after only a minute of this and once the first one hits it's like they never stop. I just keep cumming over and over again, moaning out from the pleasure, begging Rob to never stop fucking me, to fuck my pussy until I'm raw and begging him to suck on my nipples hard while he shoves his cock into me. 

Then he pulls his mouth from my nipples, shoves his cock even deeper into my pussy and lets out an animalistic growl as he cums deep inside my cunt with me cumming right along with him. 



AIDEN

He knocks on the door...I open it and invite him in...I give him the "grand tour" of the new apartment and end the tour in my bedroom. He sits down on the bed and I walk up to stand against him, putting him at eye level with my tits. I tilt his head up and lean over to kiss him. His hands move around my waist and pull me closer to him. I unbutton my shirt as he slips his hands down the front of my legs to the hem of my skirt and then works his way up the backs of my legs. He finds my thong and slips it down my legs as I move my hands to his chest to begin unbuttoning his shirt. 

Both topless now, I remove my skirt while he undoes his belt and jeans. I pull back from the kiss and kneel down to remove his pants. I kiss the inside of his thigh before gripping his cock in my hand and running the tip of my tongue along the underside of it, flicking it across the very tip of his cock. I look up at him for a second and then move my mouth over his cock and take as much of him inside my mouth as I can. I'm frantically sucking his cock while my own fingers are teasing my clit and when I feel his body begin to tense I pull my mouth off his cock and my own fingers from my dripping pussy. 

I lick my pussy juice off my fingers as I move onto the bed and lay down. I spread my legs wide and reach out to him. He moves above me and without hesitation he pushes his cock inside my aching pussy. 

We fuck hard and fast, bodies moving to a beat neither of us can hear but we both feel. My nails scratch down his arms and back while I cum over and over again. His cock feels so amazing inside me...I don't want it to end...I'm screaming for more, for him to fuck me hard and fast and make me cum until I pass out. He moans that he's about to cum and I tell him I want it all over my tits. He pulls his cock from my wet pussy just as he starts to cum. I watch his cum spurt all over my tits and move my hands up to rub his hot cum around my still aching nipples. 

He lies down on the bed next to me, spent, but I'm not finished yet. I reach for my vibrator and it easily slips inside my dripping and recently fucked pussy and I begin fucking myself like a wild woman. I'm screaming in pleasure as he moves his mouth over mine to swallow my screams. His hand moves down to my throbbing clit so he can rub it while I fuck myself with the vibe. 

I slip my hand between us and grip his cock...between my screams of pleasure and my hand on his cock he is soon hard and ready again and I pull the vibrator out of my pussy so his cock can go back inside me. 

The pace is a little slower the second time but even more intense. My orgasms seem to get bigger and bigger every time I cum and his cock seems to be able to push deeper and deeper inside my pussy. My nails are scraping down his arms when the final earth shattering orgasm washes over and through my body. I feel him push his cock unbelievably deep inside my cunt and cum inside me and I scream out his name as my body explodes in pleasure.