Joy Trail Raven Raley

I had to go to the department store. My supply of shirts had
become just about exhausted, and a sale was in progress. Might
as well stock up, I thought.

At the counter was a rather attractive saleswoman. About 34, she
was on the tall side (5′11″ or so) with a medium build, and dark
hair. It wasn’t her physical appearance that attracted me, though;
it was a necklace she was wearing - a necklace worn only by members
of Select, an organization of sexually liberated people. (more…)

I could feel her warmth slide around me, at first uncertain of the long-
awaited intrusion but then opening eagerly to my faster strokes. The sound
of us, of our bodies, mixed with the rain now beginning to fall outside,
the thunder every moment coming closer. I could feel her begin to lose
control of her emotions, to open herself to pure pleasure, and my intensity
increased as the same time, rocking harder and breathing deeply as she rode
up and down me, tightening her inner muscles as I retracted and loosening
as I re-entered each time. Finally the outside world became immaterial,
the TV, the apartment, the rain, and we exploded together there on the
living room floor, abruptly lessening the pace and returning to stillness.

“Hold on a second, I gotta close the windows.” she said.

I’m sitting on the deck of my beach condo, when I see a
beautiful young girl walking down the beach. As she nears, I
realize it is Crystal, a girl I have met a few times at parties.
She doesn’t notice me and stops and sits on the steps of my
deck. She seems sad for some reason, so I call down to her. “Hi,
Crystal, how’re you doing?” She turns and I see her lovely face
framed in fine red hair.
“Oh, hi Dave, I guess I’ll live.”
“That sounds serious,” I reply. “Care to join me for a
drink?”
“I could use one right now,” she says as she climbs the steps
and sits across from me. I have a pitcher of golden margaritas
on the table and I pour her one. Crystal takes it and downs half
of it. (more…)