As described in an earlier story, masturbation is a big part of sex for my wife T and I. We take every opportunity we can to have sex with each other but we also both enjoy self pleasure when we can't hook up and try our best to share that with each other. I'm 6'1" and at 49, definitely weigh a few pounds more than when we married 16 years ago. Unlike many...
After hearing of John Forsythe passing earlier this year, I was reminded of some time I spent in his company. I've always had a lot of respect for this man and although I don't wish to cause his family, any embarrassment I feel my story should be told. During the late sixties and early seventies, I spent quite a bit of time with one of John's daughters. Not...
After the sizzling encounter with Simon, Isaac, and Ray, Miss Prim was so horny she knew she would never be able to wait a whole week for more sex. Remembering how good it had been to screw David, her hunky coworker, she decided to leave a note in his mailbox to meet her at 6 o'clock in the janitor's closet the following evening. When David read the note he...
For several months, my new found love had been taking a fair amount of good-natured ribbing from his friends about the new lady in his life, me. From what Aaron said, as far as his buddies knew, I was nothing more than a twenty-something air-head aerobics instructor he had met at the Y, whose best qualification was that of being a fabulous lay. Little did th...
This is what its come to. Goddamned marriage-counsellor. Katie-Anne does look good though. Real Good. Her breasts are delicious. When we see her normally she's wearing her baggy down time clothes, not trying to look sexy, but underneath she's got a hot little figure. Those nipples are just peachy. She's smiling, embarrassed but not enough to back out on the...
"I hope you have a good day, Marissa," my husband kissed me lovingly on the cheek but it didn't faze me. I had a lot of work to get done that day and my husband's kiss wasn't on the agenda. "Thanks. You have a good day, too!" My fake realtor voice was already in place and he grimaced at the sound of it. I knew he hated my fake voice and the fake persona tha...
I woke my ex-wife from her emotion-drained sleep, and got her dressed (she said) with an outfit from her packed bag. That outfit was just a typical little black dress. Front-zip. Very short skirt. Fully lined, so she didn't need to wear bra or panties ... unless, of course, she bent over, in which case her legs, butt and vagina were on display. Pretty little...
Our eyes meet. A heat spills over my body as she stares at me. I turn my eyes, out of embarrassment, and look at my steak and fries. Looking over at the bar again, I see she isn't there anymore, a little upset at myself for not keeping eye contact with her. But I can still see her in my mind. Her tight brown, almost dirty blonde hair is flowing over her sh...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
Last week, I ran into a former student of mine. When I taught her, she had returned to college after having seen her son enter elementary school. At that time, she was about 28 years old, very pretty, great body, enticing smile, and terrific personality. Her name was Bea (still is). Bea was a Polish girl who was full of life and knew how to attract a guy's...