FEATURED NIFTY EROTIC STORY now available in the member's erotic story archive:
			I've known Harmony all my life, and loved her almost as long from a distance. We were childhood playmates, our mothers were best friends, chose our names together. In Junior High we giggled about boys and shared our deepest secrets and wildest fears. We helped each other through the awkward teenage years, shed our shyness, and grew to womanhood together. Right after graduation, I married Mike, my high school sweetheart, but Harmony went on to college and a more sophisticated life on the other side of the state. It was there she met her fiance, Frank. I was insanely jealous when she told me about him, even though I married first, but I was happy for her.
I really missed her presence in my life, especially after Frank began to monopolize her time and she came home for visits less often, although we kept in touch via telephone almost daily. On this warm June afternoon, it was the eve of their upcoming marriage, and she was excited, but a bit nervous. I was feeling jealous and a bit sad. She was about to slip beyond my reach forever. Or so I thought at the time. I'd never seen her look so glowingly lovely. The sun glinted off her auburn hair and washed across her bare shoulders, accenting her milky pale complexion. I thought she was stunningly beautiful. In my mind, I compared the round firmness of her adult body with the lean, muscular frame she'd had in the high school locker room showers. I could feel myself getting a little wet, just thinking about her that way, dripping water off that luxurious golden auburn pussy hair, a natural redhead. I pulled that memory out often when I masturbated in the bathroom after one of my husband's frequent lackluster performances in bed that left me unsatisfied, strangely unfullfilled in more ways than one. She looked more beautiful than ever, a nervous radiance that melted me and made me want to hold her in my arms until the end of time. I fixed her image in my mind, storing this moment for eternity: her proud, broad forehead and her small neat nose, her shoulder length red hair she was always brushing away from her face with a delicate hand, and the glorious smile, the look which had entranced me since that very first day I'd noticed her pubic hair had grown in, long ago. As we'd tied up the loose ends for her wedding that afternoon, we'd worked our way through a couple buckets of martinis, and I was definitely feeling a buzz, and feeling sensual. When we finished up, I suggested we go out to the pool for a cool swim and to my delight, she agreed it was a fabulous idea. After a few slow, lazy strokes around the pool, I headed for the shaded end of the pool to sit on the shallow steps under the water there. As I rose from the water, I turned, and found she was standing there, very close to me, topless. Our eyes met, and in their glow, I felt hypnotized. With a little laugh, I slowly undid my tiny suit top, and tossed it somewhere in the water behind me. Her eyes drifted to my exposed breasts as they slipped free of their binding, and she smiled, that radiant, lovely smile, and that's all it took to loosen the building fire in my groin. It was now or never... Members can read the full story, accompanied by twelve full sized, high resolution photos in the member's area now.