I noticed that many of the women who write to Forum like to brag about their men.

Well, no man in this or any other world can compare with my man. John deserves an entire issue dedicated to him. He’s my rock, my best friend and my lover.

I hear him come in at night, trying not to wake me. Through the dim light shining in the window I watch him undress. First the shirt; the arms that squeeze me when he comes, the smooth, tight muscles of his stomach, and the slight trace of hair growing down into the top of his jeans.

Just watching him move is magic. I have to touch myself — rub my fingers over my pussy, onto my clit. I rub faster and feel the juice well up inside me. I push a finger in, deeper and deeper. I want him to make love to me. I open my eyes and his shoes and socks are off. Slowly,... Read More