Sometimes Jake was just too honest for his own good. 'Are you married?' the girl asked. 'Me? Yeah, I'm married.' 'How married?' the girl asked. Jake laughed. 'How married? A good question.' The girl waited. 'Well ... I have a wife,' Jake said. 'So, yes, I'm married. But I haven't seen her for the past six months or so. So I guess I'm not quite as marri...
It was very difficult to struggle out of bed early the next morning. Not just because I was suffering from the effects of our sexual athletics the night before, but Kate was doing her best to tempt me into a “quickie”. In the end I wriggled out of her clasp and, after planting a lascivious kiss on her lusciously fragrant pussy lips with the promise an extend...
Much to the dismay of people that knew me, at twenty-five I had just moved in with the sexiest woman I'd ever dated. She stood five-three, had an athletic one hundred and thirty-five pound frame that she worked hard to keep in shape, a set of 36 D tits, an ass that was perfect from all the squats she did and legs that were strong yet supple. Her blonde hair...
Kevin was a hard-working middle-aged white guy. With all the work, he barely had time for vacation or relationships..not even good sex. He was not really an outdoor sort of person. He decided to go through the bunch of brochures he had lying all over the place. It wasn’t so hard to get reservations with the kind of business he ran. He was specializing in tai...
MITCHAWA Cynthia flew to Seattle for an Alaskan cruise. After her divorce, she wanted to get as far away from Charleston, South Carolina as possible. Being abandoned by her husband of thirteen years for a younger woman had been devastating, something she never thought she would have to experience. She had fucked him from their very first date in college unt...
It had been a long time since I'd been alone in the woods...too long. I had a bunch of leave saved that I had to use, and work had been pretty hectic with lots of meetings, paperwork and overseas trips. I decided to do some solo hiking to get away from a world of assholes, bureaucrats and paperwork. I unpacked and checked my gear, replaced what was old an...
If these walls could talk, I would surely be homeless tonight. It's Sunday evening. I'm sitting on the overstuffed sofa my mom thought was the epitome of good taste and designer fashion on a rent-a-center budget. This couch isn't the only thing that's been overstuffed in the room. Last night was a night I'll never forget. It's also a night I want to remain...
This piece is the start of a series of stories that are autobiographical. I've not listed names or places to protect the identity of the people involved. All of the events you will read are true. I kept a journal at the time, so the accuracy of what is contained in these stories is very good. Some of the dialog is seared in my memory and some of it is recrea...
Monday, the forth day the guest's had been here, Matt went to town to pick up our mail. I was giving rowing lessons to Sandi white and Karla Everett. Ken white and Shawn Everett were going fishing, so I showed them some of the better areas to fish. When I returned to the house for a glass of ice tea, Sue was waiting for me. She and Karen were ready to initi...
The sun was slipping toward the western horizon by the time we made it to the cottage. Our route had taken us a long way out of the city, along winding country roads, up into the wild hills. From there, we had reached the single-track road which followed the shores of the lake for a further dozen miles, before it turned into an almost-impassable track. Half...