* * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Nineteen ninety four was my year of cunnilingus. I lived to eat pussy and that was the only thing continually on my mind. Ah yes, perhaps my mind would wander as a woman passed and my eyes would light on her breasts, perhaps her face or her hair, but each time inevitably my focus would move...
Well sit back and listen to this story. I was up at my computer checking e-mails; it was about 10:00PM. I was dressed for bed in short shorts and a sleeveless tank top (they call the wife betters here). I was reading an e-mail from Lori. Anyway Lori had attached a picture of her and a bunch of her toys. If I still have it maybe I can send it to you. She wa...
It was warm outside so the cool air of the truck felt good on my slightly damp clothes. I had unbuttoned my shirt halfway and the cusp of my cleavage pushed out across the top. I feel you glance at me and smile at the vision that I know you are getting. I trace my hands down the line of my shirt absently thinking about your hands doing the same. I undo the n...
Us praying. Meditating. I get out of bed. It's six in the morning and the sun has not yet risen. The air feels cool and hard to the bone, my body tense and shedding the veils of sleep. He rests, still, his head reclined on a mass of pillows, his mouth slightly ajar, his chest slowly rising and falling. His face, ensconced in sleep, still betrays an innocenc...
Chapter 2 - Facing The Music I woke up alone. She'd left without waking me. I didn't even know her name. FUCK! The money! A quick scrabble on the dressing table, opening the drawer I stuck the cash into, I see a small note. 'Thanks for a great night. I need to go to work now. I hope you don't mind, I took $100 from your winnings to get a taxi. I only nee...
My dream takes place in an empty room, chair placed in the center. I can hear footsteps enter the room, moving in the distance behind me. I'm blindfolded and my hands are tied behind my back. All I have on is my button down, navy, satin sleep shirt. The footsteps seem to be getting closer and closer, and then they come to a stop. I feel a hand caress my face...
My love, my only, my one and true… I love you so much, and I don’t know what’s going on inside your head. I don’t even know what’s going on in my head. I don’t know anything anymore. I’ve never been so helpless in my life, I don’t think, nor so miserable. I love you so much. I need you, but I don’t need you, but I want you. Do you understand? I want you so...
You whisper in my ear what you you want to do to me. Telling me to just enjoy it all. Who am I to deny you your desires and my oral pleasures? Removing my shirt, then my pants, leaving my boxers on for the moment. You stare at my near nakedness with your smile so bright, I just want you so bad, but I obey your command not to move. Running your hands on my...
This is a true story. It does involve sex, but it's not very sexy. It's just true. Although I'm telling this story in the first person, I will refer to us as Mr. and Mrs. In the third person. My stories always include elements of our real life or our fantasies. Each story includes images from our real life. For example "The Balcony". We really were o...
Birth Control Pills changed everything. Girls could fuck like guys. Then, later, AIDS changed everything. Fucking became more dangerous again. As a young fucker, I fell right in between. Yes, friends, I was a young fucker in the 1970s. And I did do a lot of fucking. Yay! Yay for the pill! Yay for no AIDS yet! Suzy was fantastic. My first real serious gi...