She was my wife's best friend, and my biggest nightmare. Don't get me wrong I don't think you and your spouse should share all the same likes and dislikes, but this girl could make the Pope cuss. She was condescending on a good day and downright venomous on a bad day. What makes matters worse is that Heather was a real looker. She had a body that turned he...
[Author's caution: This anacreontic story may not be your cup of tea, so please don't read it if you prefer lascivious description.] My search for the perfect pussy ended in marriage. I got a little older while I was looking, but my taste for nineteen-year-old women did not, which made the search even more challenging. Some of you will be wondering, in dis...
GARDEN I lived with my parents in a chique estate on a hillside. Each house was completely secluded from the others by high fences or walls. Ours was a large garden with a swimming pool and outdoor spa, with lots of lovely shrubs and flowers. My parents loved gardening. Me - I was more into lying naked beside the pool, occasionally doing a few lengths and w...
My wife Christie and I enjoy role-playing games. My favorite is probably the shoe store game. I'll do my best to recount our first time playing this when she didn't know what to expect. I hope that one day we will adapt this for play in a department store shoe department – one that isn't right in town would be best. This is a great lovers' game which I encou...
Have you ever fucked a horny bitch while her husband weeps in the closet? You haven't lived. You're probably wondering how to get to be so lucky. Ok, well the first thing is you have to meet the aforesaid horny bitch. Barney's Bar, a run of the mill Tuesday evening; I was drinking alone, recently split from my g/f and in the mood for chasing tail. N...
This is the first in a series of The Teacher stories. Session 2 to be posted soon! ****************** Karen looked around the neighborhood. It was a quiet, upscale community in upstate New York. A little piece of Americana, she thought as she glanced up and down the street. She had lived here all her life. Her own children, Alex at 15, Mari at 13, and Andr...
Marge Lewis looked across the kitchen table at her eighteen year old son, Jason, and marveled at how much resemblance there was between him and his father. She could imagine that it really was his father sitting there, eating his eggs and bacon and drinking his coffee. "And, soon, it shall be," she thought. Seven months ago, to the day, George Lewis, alon...
Kaylin let her eyes wander from the TV screen for a moment to survey the room. It was a mess. No, it was more than a mess. It was a natural disaster. So was the rest of the house. And there was nothing she could do about it. Arrgh! This was so frustrating. It had been three weeks since her surgery and still she was not allowed to bend her leg. Keeping part...
Author’s note: This transcript has been edited and expanded at the whim of my imagination. It is dedicated to my fellow slutling … you know who you are. {winks} ur_lil_kitten: I feel so freaking out of control around him Masters_lil_slut: isn't it funny how that works. I mean it's not like he does anything special. No magic tricks. There’s no explanation f...
In the dark room, music kicked in. A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the cold stone floor before her. Loud, thumping bass beats accompanied by symbols and electronic rhythms pulsed throughout the room that sent vibrations straight to her swollen pussy. The room smelled of cinnamon and violet. Jackie knew in this particular club tha...