In fact, eroticism may be the single most playful and enjoyable emotion in life. Living life without it is like settling for a black and white world versus one of color. Are you old enough to remember the day of black&white TVs? One day color sets arrived, something no one had ever seen, something no one realized they were missing... And once experienced, there was no going back. The same is quite true with couples at the lifestyle clubs. Once they found out how much fun they could have, how it bound them together, how it solved so many misunderstandings, a whole new world of color arrived. There was no going back. Our big discovery was this. It mattered little to us the source or stimulus of our eroticism but our ability to share it with those special people we indian loved, and especially with each other. Our old belief that our spouse had to be the only legitimate source of our eroticism became something so naive, so ignorant and fraught with problems. The premise that multiple sources of erotism can be safely enjoyed is no more true than when we discovered how easily it can be experienced with either gender. For example. Let's talk about that incredible club dance floor... There's something about two hot women teasing each other sexually in front of a crowd. When the club was packed, the dance floor was packed, and crazy sexy women came out of their shells. (We talked about that in story #6) These playful women drove all of us, sex both men and women, watching on the sidelines into a frenzy! It could be at times unbelievably over the top... The way women would dance and lock lustful eyes; the way they would reach in and French kiss; the way they would tongue play together; the way they would unbutton each other's blouses or pull dresses slowly over their heads; the way they would press their boobs together and each reach around to unhook their bras; the way they would take them off, swing them around and throw them at their guys; the way they would rub their nipples and squeeze each other's tits; the way they would bend over and suck each other's nips until they were hard, long and shiny; the way they would do all of this moving to the music as each would squat and provocatively pull the other's panties down; and sometimes when the "moon and the stars aligned"...the way they would step over each other's face and get their pussy tongued right there in the middle of the damn floor! There was nothing as hot as watching beautiful women, women who were very normal working professionals during the week, letting themselves go to such sexual heights. That she didn't have heat burning inside of her. She leaned forward, her mirrored sunglasses reflecting my face. Bill let out a deep breath and smiled at Cory. August 16th, 2036 I watched her ass carefully as she started to move back and forth. He told me that I might like to close my eyes. It’ll help you penetrate me faster as well as allow for more skin contact,” Mrs. Fattorusso advised. There was a knock on the door. He took a shot at her and she put a round between his eyes. That's important for you to know." “How? He pulled her into his arms and they kissed passionately, lovingly. Her younger brother had his baseball practice, her father was still at work, and her mother was supposed to be out at a church function. “Ok, since we’ll be walking the streets, there might be other people around. The sound seemed to echo in the room and the pain coursed through her body. Mom was standing straighter beside him, no longer crushed. Surprised you can even walk today.” Jim quipped. And there's so much sperm that it looks really freaky. “You're a virgin?” I asked. As I thought, the feeling of another cock stroking sex along his was too much even if his cock wasn’t moving as much. Linda and I walked along the shore line and noticed that a couple was having a private photo session on a locked off pier. It was a Monday. I’m not comfortable.” “Thanks for making a mess on me!” she shouted over the deafening waterfall. Her lips nibbled on my ears. "The question is what have I done right? "Are we going to be nasty today, daddy?" I’m a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and dancing. I don't want you to think I used you or something. She asked how many songs we dance for and I told her I just looked up the rules for this place and it is three. Katy was in tears. To finish dressing his sister, Jeff would have to have her awake and standing. I reached for it and pulled it towards my mouth. Megan chewed her upper lip adorably and fidgeted with indian herself. What are you wearing and why?” I can explain. She stared at me for a long moment, then she slowly nodded her head. It was almost as if it were pulling on my cock, begging me to go as deep as I could.