(This story is a fictionalized version of a true event that occurred in July, 2013, in Crossville, Tennessee.) * Libby and Rick were a fairly average couple. They met in high school, dated, and got married just after graduation. Libby became a nurse assistant and worked at a local assisted living facility while Rick put his love for cars to good use as...
Chapter 08: Kay turns the table on Allen. As Kay descended my sweaty body her nails teased my flesh reaching my sticky cum coated loins she softly kiss my flaccid cock laying against my abdomen. "Hmmmm.... I love that taste." Kay remarked as her tongue moved over the shaft. I relaxed thinking my awesome mature lover was about to slowly begin arousing me...
When Allen knocked on the door of his friend, Roberto's home, he hadn't expected to see Roberto's beautiful mother standing in her pink terrycloth bathrobe in the doorframe smiling at him. Allen had always thought that Mrs. Melendez was gorgeous, and since his early teen-hood, he'd made just about every possible excuse to be around her. But this time, he w...
The following story was inspired by a young lady named Jessica. She is young enough to be my granddaughter but she is wise beyond her years. The story distills concepts and ideas first introduced in the "Mrs. Swanson" stories and Boot Camp for Husbands. While neither of these stories are necessary to enjoy this offering they do provide "back story." *****...
"I went to the allotment today, dear," Sarah revealed as her husband sat at the small dinner table. Sarah sat opposite and started to eat her dinner with her husband Allen. "Have the rabbits got to the vegetables yet?" "No not yet the small fence you put up has kept them at bay for the time being. They've devastated several other plots thought," Sarah wen...
"Barry," Diane looked up from the morning paper she was reading and studied her husband. "Why don't we take a trip on a train somewhere?" "Sounds like fun Diane. What did you have in mind?" Barry asked sipping his morning coffee. "Well, an overnight trip I think, with a sleeping car. Does that sound like fun?" Barry got up and walked over behind his wife...
Counting the days, Barry still had almost two weeks to get to San Francisco and he was about two thirds of the way across the country. That day, he caught a couple of rides, bringing his destination several hundred miles closer. After spending the night in a cheap roadside motel, Barry walked out into a beautiful morning. He caught a ride to Denver, enjoyi...
Barry caught two more rides that day, almost reaching the Alabama-Tennessee border by nightfall. He found a small roadside motel and checked in for the night. He was pleased with his progress as well as the fuck he had had that afternoon. He was pretty tired and decided to turn in early so he could get an early start in the morning. The next morning, Barry...
"Do you remember your first orgasm?" I briefly ruminated on the question presented by the handsome stranger adjecent to me on the bar. We've been flirting for at least an hour so far, and however bold, the inquiry did not startle me. "I don't think so, not vividly anyway... I remember that it was both exciting and confusing." He let out a chuckle, flashin...
This time instead of thanking PapaGus for his editing prowess, I also thank him for the plot for this one. When he was editing "Ginger Snaps" he asked me e-mailed me this idea. I had an outline done and planned a shorter story than what I ultimately produced. During the time I was writing this, I also wrote a story for the Friendly Anonymous Writing Challeng...