Out in the woods the other day, I met my dream man. I am a 45 year old sub slut who loves to do as they are told. Especially if doing as I am told means getting a long thick cock in my mouth. Any way, the other day, the weather was fine and I was out driving in shorts and T shirt. I saw this patch of woodland I had never seen before. It was over Bracknell w...
Early the next morning, Shane and Declan got ready to go home. It was strange to Declan to think of the seaside town where Shane lived as home, but since he'd made the decision to move there permanently, how else could he think of it? It was much earlier than Declan would have chosen to wake up on his own, but Shane had to be to work by nine thirty at the...
I paced around my apartment nervously, awaiting a notification on my phone. Part of me wanted no reply to come, part of me wanted it more than anything. What was I doing?! I'd already sucked Casey's cock - my first ever - just a few hours ago! How could I invite him over again?! Why?! Why were the naughty thoughts invading my mind again?! I knew why. Because...
Chapter 01 Last Call I watched them most of the night. There were two of them, early twenties, out trying to score some pussy. Now I have been a bartender for quite a while and they were pretty typical. Oh they tried a few lines on me, which is par for the course. I gave them a limp smile and served their drinks. I didn't want to encourage them, but I didn'...
I'd been avoiding the trails in the afternoon for about a week now, not wanting to run into James but figured I couldn't let such things dictate my life. So there I was, cautiously scanning the parking area. I grabbed the dogs and made a beeline for one of the trails. The walk was overall uneventful though the dogs had a blast, and I found myself back at t...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
During the three years I spent at University some of my most enjoyable time was spent playing for the College rugby football team. Rugby is a tough, physical contact sport requiring courage, fitness and specific talents. It's no wonder that after a game there's a good deal of horseplay in the changing-rooms and a lot of badinage and boasting about sexual con...
I met her during college. The body shape was almost perfect, hourglass-like, an almost comical, yet undeniably sexy image that seemed to come out of how some sex-starved 90s artist would draw an objectified female. Disproportionately large breasts, a soft, pliant ass, smooth skin and shapely legs. It's like she was born to be fucked, but her personality was...
Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let's say I'm in my later forties. It is an out an out lie, but for the sake of my ego, please bare with me. I have been married to the same woman since I turned 19. You do the math, but it equates to...
It had been a pretty wild night; I woke up parched and hungry. I only half remembered the private show I had done, parts of it came back in flashes like someone flipping through the channels while all hopped up on Red Bull. I found the guys in my band sitting down to breakfast, so I joined them. The smell of their food turned my stomach. Normally I'm a toas...