Our marriage is O.K, no great earthquakes and the fucking is quite good when we get around to it. After fifteen years it's dragging a little. My little brunette wife Linda is still as slim and good looking at 32 as she was at 19 when we were married, her body is pure dynamite. We have very little variation in our sex life, being generally the close the door...
THE INTERVIEW "Is what I hear about you true?" The question came poised with a suggestive lilt in the voice, the tip of her tongue nervously exploring suddenly dry lips. Alex knew exactly what she was referring to, but years of paranoia forced him to skirt the issue. Better safe than sorry. "It depends. What do you hear about me?" The first step in the gam...
"Jim," Destiny cried, "Say hello to your daughter and son." That phrase brought my life to the spot that I had wanted to be for quite some time. But lets backup a bit. I go back two years. My name is Jim, I am thirty two years old and a widower. My wife Sheila passed away three months earlier from cancer. Thank God it was quick and she didn't suffer. We ha...
[This personal account comes from a woman friend; the wife of a long-time colleague. They know of my interest in foundationwear and figure training. Their names have been removed or changed; but the location is true. I've presented it here as if she were writing it, based on conversations we've had. She's approved it for submission.] OK. I live near Sevenoa...
I had just sat back down at my computer after putting the kids on the bus when I heard a knock on the door. Mildly curious, I pushed in the desk chair and opened the door a crack. Immediately my heart seemed to pause, then began beating furiously in my chest. "Hey," he said, smiling at me with his head cocked to the right. My mouth went dry as I stared at t...
Raymond was lying on the bed slowly sliding his fingers up and down his cock, pretending once more that his fantasy woman was jacking him off. Since his breakup with Sue, he has not fucked anything real for over two weeks. Suddenly, he stopped and yelled, "Dam it; I cannot take this stress anymore! I need a real pussy! He wants to feel his cock sliding in an...
I would like to take this opportunity to thank angel love for her editing skills on this story. Me and Tasha had arrived at 8:00pm and parked in the garage under the hotel. There were other people parking at the same time as us and Tasha took notice of the lovely evening gowns they all wore. As they got into the cramped elevator, it struck Tasha as funny th...
Train journeys have a definite effect on my mood. At the start of the week I can kind of grin and bear the hassle and lack of comfort, but by the end of the week the journeys seem tortuous, making my work days stretch out impossibly long, feeling like I'm walking down a lone desert road and I'll never reach the end. Friday night rush hour. Rush hour? Ha! Th...
"And the award for 'Most Prolific Male Swinger' goes to...!" The tension is so thin, it's anorexic. Onstage, monumental statues of gleaming cocks reach toward a ceiling higher than Ken Kesey. The female MC ― clad in a dress made of used condoms ― clutches an 18 inch Thuringer sausage, centered between a pair of balls, each the size of a fully-grown human b...
Ella had cautioned him about weddings. More importantly, how busy and frustrating wedding planning could be. He cautioned her that she had a ready and willing man to do anything she asked. He wasn't the usual fiancé, he said. He was her petitioning slave. Jim took care of the arrangements as she saw fit. His office and hers were a buzz of delight and expect...