Many, many thanks to my editor, CoyGirl00. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My name is Joel Leopold. I'm a mechanic at a luxury car reseller, Silicon Valley Exotics (SVE), Sunnyvale, California. The owner and my boss is Steve Carter. I'm 31, been working on and restoring collectible cars like Triumph, Kaiser, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Jaguar, Fe...
Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted. ***** "Everybody wants something from you, Everybody want a piece of Mary Lush valley all dressed in green Just ripe for the picking" - "Mary" by Tori Amos Mary strides ac...
You can own a great many things. Possessions are always beautiful, they are always taken out of jealousy. A Mercedes is comfortable, it’s power is unquestionable; the way that the leather feels on skin, the way the seats embrace the occupants, the radio sings as beautifully as a siren; but the car isn’t owned for it’s creature comforts. Its owned out of jeal...
The knock came at midnight, almost to the second. I was already in my shorts and t-shirt, ready to get in bed for the night when it came. No one ever comes to my door without ringing me on my intercom first so I was a bit more than a little cautious when I went to the door. "Who is it?" I called. A familiar voice rang out. "It's me. Marty." I quickly unlo...
This story is about Mark, an experienced guy in the swinging scene and Dorothy, a soccer-mom who is a first-timer. Thanks to LarryFromSeattle for editing it. * "My name is Mark, I am 36 and by day, a foreman over a crew of welders building skyscrapers. I keep fit at the gym. I played offensive guard in high school football, so picture me a good size but...
"Fuck!" Cassie started awake as I sat up. "What? What is it?" "What time is it?" She looked over at the clock on her bedside table. "Quarter to five... why?- oh..." realization dawned on her. I had to get home now. "Fuck. Fuck! Where are my pants?" I scrambled out of the bed, adrenaline waking me up. "Here," she tossed my shirt to me, a slight note of...
Be warned that the main subject of this story, Dr. Martin has sex with woman/women that he is not married to. If you are offended by this premise, don't read on … go read something else. I never expected that I would be writing a Part 5, but you – the readers - urged me in your feedback to write some more. Then I found I had to anyway, because...
Daniel raced along the beach, the surf crashing about his boots, sucking them and him deeper into the soft sand. Neither the wet, squishing inside them or the ninety pound pack on his back registered. He was a man driven. Driven by demons that had haunted his dreams for over two weeks. Dreams of soft, welcoming flesh that turned suddenly still and icy cold....
Back in the early 70's, I was married with a wife and two young sons. Our best friends, Ed and Kathy lived down the block and they had two girls the same ages as our boys. Ed was a teacher and coached kid's baseball. He was really a baseball nut and could go on endlessly about statistics, players, coaches, etc. He coached the T-ball team our oldest kids play...
When I'd left my house a couple hours ago, I had every intention of kicking Andy's ass. I wanted so much to just drive up to his house in Malibu, but a few minutes later, I decided to report him to the police instead. If I took matters into my own hands, I'd be the one getting arrested instead of him. Instead, I report the incident to the police and inform t...