This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, except for the character of Rob Bourdon of ‘Linkin Park’ and this never happened to him either. Warning: Intended for mature, open-minded readers due to some sexual content. In the early morning of January 27, 2002, a very pretty, blo...
It had been years, but I recognized her instantly. The black hair still styled the same as 25 years ago, by now she must be 60, I figured. It was three in the morning, and she was wobbling as she approached my cab, on heels that were too high for a sober woman. The blouse was unbuttoned, showing all that cleavage, and I hopped out to help her in, being as g...
"Wow those are some big bags for such a small girl?" said a gravelly voice from behind, Lisa. tilted her head a little to look back down the apartment hallway and saw the voice had come from an older gentleman who was now walking toward her. Lisa hadn't lived here long and didn't know the man, but he looked quite harmless and had very kind eyes. "Yeah, jus...
I was 18 when I left home. I had applied to art school. But, because the course was already oversubscribed, and I hadn't done art for my last three years at school, I didn't make the cut. The admissions officer suggested that I spend some time compiling a portfolio of work and that I apply again for the following year. And so, when I saw an advertisement fo...
As long as I can remember, I've been attracted to older women. So, on a recent trip to Florida, I had the fortune of visiting a hotel lounge, right on the beach, which had a live band. (They were all in their 70's with bad toupees and rumpled tuxedos.) My friend Larry, who I was staying with, had plans for the night, and the lounge was within walking distan...
Harvest time in our town was everything. The hay was ready and so was the silage corn. The cows were coming off the mountain and the town was ready for it winter nap. The end of the year was great and now it was party time, so to speak. Our town has what's called a corn fest and I got to meet or re-meet everyone in town. This is a small town event that basic...
"Fuck," the thick blonde spat between pants. Her perfectly manicured fingers clinched the Egyptian cotton sheets tighter. "That's what you need, slut!" He said as his dark hand connected once more with the alabaster skin of her upturned bottom, turning it an indecent shade of red. Moving her hips back, she felt his thickness invade her once more; reaching...
I have a pantyhose fetish. I always have. But then you know this about me, don't you? You have always known this. I know, it is no big secret. I don't know what it is about pantyhose that always turn me on so much, but ever since I was in Jr. High, I always remember getting turned on when ever the girls in school would wear them. I'm older now, more mature a...
Simon rang the door bell, prompt at 2 pm, somewhere between nervous and excited and wondered quite how he had reached this point. He had met Sally in, of all places, a crowded cafe at King's Cross when all the trains were late. She'd pulled up a stool next to him , asked if it was okay to sit and started chatting. She was so easy to talk to, middle aged, n...
This is the story of Natalia. The first lover my boyfriend and I shared and the one who would lead us to invite many more beautiful women to enjoy our bed with us. You might say we are of "mature" age but our sex life is very hot! We've been together for 3 years now and the sex just keeps getting better. We never miss a day and sometimes find a way to get t...