I have often pondered the manner in which society has changed in its view of sexual relations over my lifetime. It is now quite accepted that older people, for example grandparents, still enjoy sex. It has not always been that way. There is no doubt that Grandparents used to to do it back then, but it was simply not acknowledged. Today of course, one could...
Frank and I talked more and more of the trade. I watched Kathy work the customers and she was good at it! Both of her girls were good at it but I didn't feel girl's heart was in it. I enjoyed watching Kathy work the crowd and I likes seeing her take men upstairs to fuck them! Kathy was a customer pleaser! I wasn't sure I wanted to take all three out of the S...
Chapter 1 Dingo (Damien Foster) left the family farm when he was twenty-eight after a bust-up with his father, who'd told him to get a haircut. Clyde advanced pugnaciously and his son who'd defied the command to backdown by saying, "Get knotted" (rejection slang for 'get lost'). Arms at his side, Damien took the punch that landed with a thump just below h...
Disclaimer: I almost never wrote any more due to the situation never did go as I had prayed as a result I had to go through with my divorce in spite of my religious beliefs against divorce. The names are changed to protect identities just as previous parts. It is said "life is like a river that flows always changing." I'm not sure where that saying came from...
"No! That is unacceptable to me!" Isis' voice rang through out the thrown room. She rested her head in the brief shadow of her palm, allowing her eyes to close in a slight reprieve. She had been awoken earlier then usual by Ana and Nea that morning. Guards had captured a stolen boat, with two fishermen intending to make haste down the Nile; with them was a n...
She lay back on the faded mauve bedspread, the pleated skirt of her crumpled red netball uniform barely covering her knees. "Where's your Mother?" he asked her. She pouted, lifting one leg to examine the chipped scarlet polish on her grubby toe nails. The sweet-sour scent of girl sweat filled the tiny attic bedroom. He sat at the computer, pretending to w...
Patrick grunted as his 10 inch cock passed his wife's cervix. It was 12 days since he was last allowed to ejaculate, and now he was pounding her pussy with a vengeance. Francis hooked her legs around his. Beginning her fertile days with the missionary position had become a bit of a tradition over the summer. So was following the act with breakfast in bed. Fr...
A few times when I went to the corner store, a girl so beautiful that she seemed unreal was the clerk. She was my idea of a real woman because she never wore any clothes that were not emphasizing her body, but nothing shabby like some are doing these days. It has been three since my short marriage crashed and I haven't really thought much about the opposite...
I was always falling for guys who thought of me as being "a good friend". They would rave on and on that I was wonderful, had a great personality, what a great cook and the list goes on, but none of them ever asked me out on a date and always lead to be me either being drunk or spending many weekends, especially Saturday nights alone. One Saturday, I was to...
"She tastes like a peach." I instantly wished that I hadn't heard my wife, Marie, say those words. She was outside on the deck, and her voice travelled in through the open window. Marie had long been bi-curious, and we had engaged in a lot of enthusiastic fantasies in our sex play. As far as I knew, however, she had never done more than a few drunken play...