I go by the name of "Sabrina X" on several on-line sites. I'm now a 68 year old widow (I was married twice before my third husband passed away from cancer several years ago.) I'm not too bad looking for 68, or, so I have been told by several different men. Having been married to three different men, I learned a lot about what it is that "really" drives most male libidos. And it doesn't have much to do with the word "love!" It's far simpler, and more direct than that really. You could easily sum it up in just one word, actually. The word would be "ORGASM!" Men will do practically anything at all for an orgasm. They are so incredibly mercenary about that; and a woman that's smart enough to tap into that simple, and yet one overriding principle, can get away ... Read More»

Karen was driving down the highway into the city, even if her small town had an adult store, she could not have gone inside it. Everybody in town knew what everybody else was doing, hell, it seemed half the town knew she had dumped her boyfriend before she did. Although there was certainly nothing wrong with sex toys and XXX videos, just the presence of her car in the parking lot would have been reason enough for the gossip and rumor mill to go into overdrive. Being employed by the town made so much of her life public any way, she didn't need her sex life or lack of one advertised. So Karen was heading to the far side of the city to a store she had heard advertised on the radio. Pulling into the parking lot, Karen was relieved to see few cars in the parking ... Read More»

1 I think of all the seasons, autumn is the best. I love the way it feels. The earth pauses for a moment and gathers its breath for the icy onrushing embrace of winter. For a few weeks, the weather is warm and balmy while a big orange-yellow moon floats in the evening sky, fat and satisfied like a man who’s just finished a big dinner. Just over the event horizon, a green and growing earth waves a farewell to the present moment and a greeting to the North Wind, now waiting impatiently in the wings for its time to come round. It is a time when the world casts away it’s scanty summer clothing of deep blues, greens and yellows then begins to dress sensibly. Nature stands nude in a drafty closet choosing her fall raiment of yellow and orange. It is a ... Read More»

I heard the shower running as I walked to my room. The scent slowly filling the hall way was delicious. The door suddenly opened and Mai walked out in the steamy smoke with her silky red robe on and her hair hanging loosely around her face. She had that fresh look, like she was revitalised and ready to relax. She walked slowly to her room and as she drew closer to her door she began to untie her robe; she did so a little too early as I got a small glimpse of her naked breast before she closed her door. I looked down at the floor in shame. I could feel something stirring inside of me; besides the throbbing feeling between my legs. I couldn’t fantasise about Mai any longer. Everyone knows you don’t screw the crew, herein meaning that sleeping around with your ... Read More»

The divorce despite being the obvious best choice had not been easy. Undoing all those years took a toll she had not anticipated and left her feeling drained, empty, even a little angry. Self-pity reared its ugly head. She had let it run things for while and found herself somewhere she never wanted to be. It was at that point she had decided to move. Relocating was fairly simple, she was in high demand in her field and there was always someone hiring. She wanted a change. Why not start with climate? The call from the company in St. Croix was the sign she needed. The interviews were conducted in a whirlwind of emails, teleconferences, and trips to their New York office. The fit was perfect, the job comfortably challenging without being overwhelming, and the ... Read More»

It was 8 am on a Saturday morning in late July. Yet another Saturday morning spent working at my desk. I was the only one in the office, until... "Whoa Greg! I didn't expect to see you here before me." Christy said, as she rounded the wall to her cubicle. Her flip flops made that recognizable slapping noise as she walked. She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt and a well-worn pair of grey sweat shorts that looked like they were once a pair of sweat pants. The shorts were ripped/cut-off a little bit above mid-thigh. Standard Saturday morning attire in our office. "Good morning. Yea, I just wanted to get an early start today." I replied. I took a few quick glances at Christy as she turned on her computer and got set up to work. I found myself trying to sneak ... Read More»