I'm going to do something a little different for this entry. Several people have noted that with all the good and great blow jobs I've gotten, I must have gotten a few bad ones as well. Yes, there have been a few clunkers and plenty of mediocre ones. For obvious reasons, I haven't written about any of these. But apparently at least a few people are intereste...
I walked up to the front of the sports bar at exactly 11:48, two minutes to spare. I casually approached the hostess while I looked around a little to see if Holly was there yet. "Can I help you sir?", asked the one hostess, a young, very attractive but skinny for my taste, blonde. She was probably one of the college students who make a few bucks towards th...
The best blow job I ever got was when I blackmailed a married woman. She was also the first woman I ever fucked in the ass, but there was no blackmail involved in that, no sir re-bob, she begged me for that. It all started because I am a porn junkie and I have a good memory. I spend a lot of my free time on the Net cruising the porn sites and one of my favor...
"The Prince is coming!" Gertie called, "The Prince is coming!" "What?" Cinders asked of her step sister as she she raked out the fourteenth fireplace that morning, "Coming to Saddleworth?" "Yes coming to Saddleworth," Gertie said, "He's coming to open our new Town Hall" "Oh!" said Cinders. "He'll be coming up our road our Cinders," said her step sister A...
When Cathy had said that Tracy and Trish would have to pay her back, she really had no idea what that statement meant. Maybe she just needed a way to save face when she realized that she had been the victim of a joke. But she felt like they had been unfair to her and she had a right to something. What that something might be, she still couldn't say. What wa...
Dedication: I note that many authors dedicate a story to or for someone. I'd like to dedicate this story to Pogy who is in the next dimension. Without Pogy, none of this would probably have ever happened; Pogy gave his life in Viet Nam. Preface: As I write, I'm a white 50 something married female. What I'm about to relate below is NOT fiction, it is non-f...
This is a wimp story in that the wife cheated, the husband found out and did nothing about it. If you don't like this kind of story just move on to the next one and save yourself from turning purple with rage and wasting your valuable time writing silly comments that will be ignored anyway. That won't stop Harry, but who pays any attention to him anyway. +...
Jana Tyler and her friends were hanging out in the woods. The drinking age was twenty-one, so each kid had to bring a case of beer to hang out. Jana did not have an older sibling, so she had to get creative with how she got beer. Jana knew that if she asked an older person to get beer, they may ask her for something in return. She had given lots of blow job...
It all started innocently enough. My friends Gloria, Maggie, Wendy and I were sitting around a table, drinking wine, supposedly playing bridge. It was something we did almost every Friday night while our husbands played poker. As always we got a bit tipsy—make that drunk—and the conversation turned to sex. Thank goodness we all lived on the same block and co...
I write erotic fiction for fun. I mainly get the ideas for my stories when I lie awake at night and am unable to sleep. I let my mind wander and think about some of the people I know, particularly wives of friends of mine who I find attractive. I then let my mind make up erotic situations that might be possible and would result in a sexual story. If the st...