Ryan pushed the heavy cart containing at least on hundred books down the narrow library aisles, stopping occasionally to return the volumes to their proper place. To most people rummaging around a bunch of dusty books and periodicals would be a chore to be avoided at all costs, but Ryan was different, he loved feel of the books in his hands and the aroma of old manuscripts filling his nose, but especially the wealth of information found like buried treasure between the sometimes frayed covers. He was only eighteen, but already he knew what he wanted to do with his life, go to college, major in library science, and become a curator for some large research library. He wasn’t interested in checking books in and out, or sending out past due notices to tardy borrowers, no, he wanted to get into old manuscripts, first editions, and rare writings from days gone by. For now, though, just being able to work at something he truly loved was enough for him. He glanced at his watch, and said to himself, “Five minutes to closing, I better get hustling, it’s gonna take at least an hour to get all these put away!” Working at a quick pace, Ryan was almost finished restacking, when it happened, standing on the short step stool needed to reach the upper shelf, his foot slipped and he came tumbling to the floor, landing with a loud thud. The force with which he had hit the floor had been noisy enough that the head librarian, Miss Vance had heard it and brought her running. When she got to him, what she found was and unconscious Ryan, with blood trickling down his forehead.
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Month: January 2010
My husband and I have been married for several years and we’ve both decided that in order to keep spice in our marriage alive we’ve got to inject excitement into it whenever we can.
We are both extremely liberated when it comes to sex. We read a lot of the sex magazines, digests and websites and we try to keep up with all the new trends in sexual acts. We’ll do just about anything once, if it gives us a thrill.
One of our new games is to have sex in public. Yes, that’s just what I mean. We get each other off when there are other people around. The real trick isn’t the sex part, but not letting anyone catch us while we’re at it.
Sometimes we plan it all out and sometimes it just happens. That’s when I like it the best, when it’s all spontaneous and you just go with the flow. You don’t know what’s going to happen and that’s the main part of the excitement.
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[ Story by Whodlru ([email protected]) ]
(I’ll probably get around to adding other stories, on how we got into the lifestyle, and some of our other adventures later… We are a real couple, and I’ve changed the names to protect the participants…)
We were just about all set to go out for the night to a local swing club, when Yuki saw a friend of ours on her messenger list. Seems they were having a quiet little party at their house, and we were more than welcome.
It didn’t take long for us to agree that we’d probably have just as much, if not more, fun at their party than if we went to the club. Tom & Tammy have been friends of ours for almost 3 years, and their pool & hot tub parties are some of our best memories as far as swing parties go.
After taking the kids to a sitter who didn’t mind watching them overnight, we went out to dinner, then drove the 45 minutes out to Tom & Tammy’s house. When we arrived, Tim and Julie, another couple who we knew pretty well had already arrived, and they were all out on the back deck.
We went straight out to the back, which has a nice 10 ft. privacy fence all around the deck, pool, and hot tub. Yuki, as always, was nude and in the hot tub within 10 minutes of arriving. Japanese people don’t have much of a nudity taboo, and Yuki is also one of the wildest women I’ve ever met.
We were all in and out of the hot tub pretty regularly for the first hour or so until Tom invited Julie inside to check out the love swing in their bedroom. The rest of us sat outside enjoying one of the last warm days of the summer, while we listened to Julie express her appreciation of Tom’s “craftsmanship”. Julie is an extremely vocal lady, and she was in fine form tonight… If they hadn’t been inside, I’m sure we could have heard her a block away at least.
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”Please, Mark, we really need to work out tonight,” pleaded Cindy.
Mark looked at the two women and said, “You guys know the rules, the gym closes at ten sharp.” “Just for a little while,” begged Jill. Mark, the manager of the Suburban Workout Gym, was about ready tobegin his own workout when these two dingbats showed up just as he was closing up. “Oh well,come on in, I was just going to work out myself, and I could use a spotter,” he said, giving in totheir pleas. Both girls rushed past him and headed for the locker room to change, and Mark, shaking his head, locked the door and went back into the gym to start his workout. He was just finishing up his warm ups when the two women came out of the locker room. Looking them over, Mark had to admit that Cindy and Jill were two of the best conditioned ladies who used the facility, and they really did workout, unlike a lot of the other female members, who seemed to use the club as a social gathering spot rather than a serious workout gym. Both of them eschewed the fancy workout gear for the more mundane if not more practical tee shirts and plain old gym shorts. Even the baggy clothes couldn’t hide the fantastic bodies the girls had developed, with both of them lean but finely muscled, much like that of a champion swimmer. Not bulging, but more smooth with good definition. Cindy, had down right big boobs, probably a D-cup, and while Jill was smaller, she made up for it with quality over quantity.
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One of the most stimulating sexual turn-ons for me and my boyfriend is to tell each other about our sex acts with other people. Jim is never more aroused than when I relate in graphic detail my sex with another man. I, in turn, get off listening to him describe how he fucks other women.
Jim is a confirmed voyeur and a frequent visitor to the adult bookstores and sex shops in our city. I used to love to hear him talk about his nocturnal visits to these sex stores, about the small, dark movie booths, the grainy flash of porno on miniature screens, the men lurking in the dim corridors, and the “glory holes”.
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