And the winner is...
Thanks to all who participated and congratulations to the Top 10 Finalists in the Penthouse® City Contest. The best story, as selected by readers, will be published in Penthouse Letters magazine and the winner will receive $300.00 worth of Penthouse® City Toys. View complete contest rules here.
Our grand prize winner for the Penthouse® City Contest is Wendy J. Mobile's entry! Wendy J. Mobile's story received the most votes, securing her the grand prize of $300 worth of Penthouse City Toys. Her story will also be published in an upcoming issue of Penthouse Letters magazine. Additionally, three more entries will receive the runners' up prize of $100 worth of Penthouse City Toys merchandise and their letters published.
Grand Prize: Wendy J. Mobile
1st Runer up: J. Carter
2nd Runer up: Damien West
3rd Runer up: Island Queen
I want to tell you about how a scuba trip to Belize became a ritual of hot sex.
I met Kitty at the community nature museum where I was working for the summer. I would help clean animal cages, feed the fish and give a weekly talk on the local wildlife--a very low-key gig. Most of the people who came to the classes were either antsy grammar school kids or bored retirees. I swear I was half awake most of the time for these talks-it was going to be an easy sleep walk through the summer. At least I thought so until Kitty showed up. She walked in during my talk on box turtles and set my summer off like a mortar shell...
Cold, damp air bit at Sonja's exposed pale flesh, covering it with a flock of ivory goose bumps. Not exactly the heritage suite at Hotel Le St James; she was spread-eagle atop a giant wooden "X", blindfolded and bound hand and foot by double locking steel restraints.
She grinned. It had been seven years since she last wore a Stasi uniform, back when 'The Wall' came down, five years since she immigrated to Montreal and 13 months since a rainy night in Gay Village when a drunk in a speeding McLaren took her sight and separated her husband from the lower half of his body. It was high praise to still be treated so cautiously...
On the first day of our week-long vacation in Vermont, we checked into our hotel in Burlington. Our room overlooked the Church Street pedestrians, and we looked forward to browsing the shops below. But, first, we were both in the mood to get kinky. In the car on the way, we had discussed sex and agreed to enjoy some hot dominant/submissive play. As we're both switches, we talked about it and decided that it was my turn to be sub. In the room, while I unpacked our clothes, bondage gear and toys, Cassie stepped into the shower...
Recently, my husband, Adam, and I traveled to Paris to visit my friend, Sylvie.
Sylvie and I had been college roommates. During those four years, we had been lovers, and I remembered the sex as some of the most exciting and erotic of my life. But, when Sylvie had returned to France after graduation, I had remained in the States and, eventually, met and married Adam.
Six months after our wedding, Sylvie, an executive with a Paris-based airline, sent Adam and I a belated gift – two round-trip airline tickets and an invitation to visit her...
With our busy schedules, my husband, Sam, and I allowed our sex life to slip into a comfortable routine. I missed some of our wilder antics, so I planned a spicy long weekend for just the two of us in the British Virgin Islands.
I rented us a small cottage on a secluded bay. It was pretty far off the beaten path. Our only neighbors were a small beachfront campground and a bar patronized by the campers and a few locals. The cottage was on a slight rise, and, from the balcony off the second floor bedroom, we could see across the lush tropical growth and over the crystal blue-green water...
I have hesitated writing this on paper for months, content to relive in my mind over and over, the erotic passions that were unlocked during my island vacation. This was a dream vacation that I had methodically planned, booking every sightseeing tour and planning every moment of every day on the magnificent island of San Juan, Puerto Rico. In a blink of an eye, my plans came crashing against the sandy shores in a sensual explosion of passion and intrigue. The day began as planned. I rented a convertible from the airport and headed down the shore line to the quaint bed and breakfast resort, Casa Del Caribe. The scenery was breathtaking...
My wife really enjoys sex. She needs to supplement our lovemaking with masturbation. It's her frequent pathway to sexual satisfaction. Toys have always come into her play. She has a collection of them and will play with herself for hours. Sometimes, she gets so turned on that her pussy squirts when she orgasms. I love watching her.
I always enjoy reading Penthouse letters where a wife would have an affair while her husband spied on her. I often fantasized it was my wife in those stories. She never has been with anyone else, but I wondered if she had thoughts of other cocks. She is quite a bit younger than me. I more or less robbed the cradle when we married...
The three of us have been best friends since kindergarten. Finally, we found the time to escape our busy lives and take a "Girls Only" weekend to exciting Las Vegas. We all wanted to have fun, but I was also secretly looking for sexual relief from months of not having a hard cock plunge into my throbbing wetness. We cheered as the plane neared the airport and we could see the magnificent twinkle of the lights illuminating the Las Vegas Strip. We exited the plane and raced to retrieve our luggage and headed to the shuttle taking us to our hotel. The shuttle made its way in and out of the busy traffic on the strip, as we quickly made plans for our first night in Las Vegas...
"How do I get myself in these positions?" I thought as the hot brunette behind me fucked me with a strap-on dildo. I was quickly brought back to reality when she smacked me on the ass and said, "Fuck my big cock Wendy."
It all started when my husband Adam and our friends Grant and Roxanne decided to hop on our bikes and ride to beautiful Destin, Florida. Destin is about 2 hours from our home. The beaches there are spectacular with white powdery sand and clear blue water. It is a long ride, but well worth it. I absolutely love the beach, and I love being on the back of my husband's motorcycle. There is something arousing about feeling the bike between my legs, and knowing that the people in cars see me and stereotype me as a girl who likes to party hard and fuck even harder...
My wife and I live in a large secluded house just south of Little Rock, her in Arkansas. Because it is in the middle of nowhere, we can get as bold as we wish. We have been known to make love on the front porch in broad daylight. However, being secluded and a rural area, we are prone to electrical outages when there are storms in the area.
Kathy and I were laying on the bed on a Sunday afternoon watching nothing in particular on the television when one of these storms cam up. We figured it was only a matter of time before the lights and everything else went out. Kathy looked down and saw a hint of my penis showing through the flap in my underwear. It was enough to create interest. She moved down and reached in and took me in her fingers. Her touch began to make me harden and that grabbed my interest. She began to slowly stroke me making me come fully to life. She always told me she liked to feel me get hard in her hand...
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