"I am very oral and I swallow," Liz said as my wife Jenna and I sat across from Liz and her husband John in a local restaurant, "but I won't do anything anal." It wasn't especially strange that the conversation had turned to sex, especially after sharing a few bottles of wine. Ever since we met Liz and John through our kids' sports teams, we've enjoyed fran...
Chapter: 1: The Girl Can't Help It Destiny was shoplifting earrings one day when a man leaned on the glass counter next to her. "You know you can get in a lot of trouble for that?" he asked. "For what? I've done nothing wrong." She held the earring next to her face and turned her head to the side to regard her reflection in the mirror--and to admire the...
Snowed in again, two days before Christmas, all flights in and out of the airport cancelled, no chance of her getting home for the holidays. So sure that she would be long gone, that she didn't put up a tree, no presents, not even a can of Spam to open for dinner. She curls up in the chair, power out, she can't even get on the internet to amuse herself. Jus...
Okay, so I'm "a dirty old man". I admit it. And do you know what? For one thing I don't give a rat's ass! And for another, tomorrow I'm going to be an even dirtier old man - and that can't be soon enough! I take another sniff at and kiss the spicy-smelling crotch of Tasha's knickers and stroke my rock-hard cock sensuously with my free hand. It stiffens even...
I walked briskly into the smart hotel restaurant and scanned the tables for Pete's familiar figure. As usual, I felt slightly nervous at the thought of seeing him again, but at the same time experienced the familiar tingling excitement. Catching sight of him waving at a discrete table at the back of the restaurant, I waved back and hurried over. "Sorry I'm...
Exhibition, W/S WAM Hi it's me again, Diana Thompson. If you read my last piece, you will know that Bob and I spent an exciting day following his return home from a business trip. On the Saturday after a sensual visit to the market, (I can't believe I wrote those words in one sentence, but that's how it seemed to me, Read it and make up your own mind), Bob...
The screen name on the e-mail was vaguely familiar, like I should know who it was but couldn't quite place it. I was at work and our system had a good firewall and virus protection so I wasn't too worried. Usually I just delete e-mails if I don't know who they are from. But this name stuck with me and after a few minutes I just had to see who it was from. Go...
Gino's was open for lunch, but I was the early bird. Becky, she's the night owl, with big round eyes and always a half-hour late. A half-hour late for lunch, a half-hour late to the dentist, a half- hour late for church. She scared us when she was late for her period last month, but we sighed and kissed and told ourselves, even so, would it be such a bad th...
The bag hangs off her right shoulder. It is small and light, considering it's for a four day stay, but it is still of considerable size. He's waiting for her when she comes out of the gate, and runs to her a moment later. They embrace, for the first time in years, each squeezing the other as if to crush. He takes the satchel, over her protestations, and they...
Note: The story involves adultery. If you find that offensive please skip. I recommend reading Parts 1 and 2 first. Thanks to Leonardo for his friendship. Feedback welcome. * My body was humming on the drive up to Flatwoods on Wednesday. My movements that morning had been heavy, clumsy. I smashed my head against an open cabinet door. I knocked my water bot...