Dear Shoeblossom I am a partner at Prescott & Briggs, and I suppose I should be looked up to, but most of the men employed under me, from junior brokers to mail clerks and elevator operators laugh at me behind my back. I have a "hotwife" as they say in BDSM and cuckold literature; and she demands that I find her attractive young men (loves, LOVES blacks an...
This is a sequel to the story "The New Matilde". 1. Friday, August 28th: Hi. It's me again, Matilde Jørgensen, schoolteacher in Copenhagen, Denmark. And 30 (thirty!) years old later this autumn. My relationship with Thomas lasted around seven months. One day at the end of April he told me that he'd fallen for another woman and that "we" were over. Hi...
I live for the moment I hear that catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each tender touch, and caress of her sensitive places, I wait for those three words she will not say..., yet. Catherine Chapter 7 The Morning After Was it her moving in her sleep? Opening my eyes to see Catherine laying on her stomach, with her h...
In the five years that I'd been with the Harford County State's Attorney's office, this was the first time I'd ever been distracted by what a defendant looked like. If I had been anywhere else, that would have been a good thing. But I was in court, standing behind the trial table, and the young defendant, Brisa Kramer, was on trial for forging an opioid pres...
"Strip". I was shocked. Rarely did my wife look or talk like this. I had just come home from work to an unusually quiet house; the kids were nowhere to be seen or heard. They were probably out playing with friends. I wandered into the laundry room; empty. The kitchen and living room were equally quiet. I started down the hallway and noticed the bedroom light...
Dave and I had had a fantastic life together and were on the long run in to retirement, when our lives changed, twice, in ways we could never have dreamed. We were both in our mid-50s and had been married for over 30 years; with our 2 sons grown up, married and with their own children; our home all sorted just the way we wanted it, with a large and very pr...
I woke up, still wrapped in Maurice's big, strong arms. He held my naked body close to his. I could feel his cock, warm and thick, against my leg. It was half-stiff already, morning wood, and I reached down to stroke it. It pulsed and throbbed in my hand. I fought the urge to crawl below the covers and wrap my lips around it. I was difficult, but I resisted,...
Mark awoke with the sun already high in the sky. He was naked, sprawled out on a colorful beach blanket under a palm tree. The brilliant sun shone down on the white sand beach, filtered through the leaves of the trees, and glinted off the silver waters of the Pacific Ocean. A hint of wood smoke from last night's bonfires drifted along the beach. In the dista...
The gentleman sat in his old dressing gown. Woollen and tied with a cord. It hung a little open and through that opening stood his even older penis. He was anything but a young man. Beside his armchair stood a small and round mahogany drinks-stand with a single glass of chilled Chablis. If the truth be told, the gentleman was settling in for a pleasant eve...
Amber had picked out her shortest skirt that day - she'd known it would draw a lot of attention, and though she had a large collection of slutty outfits, she'd really wanted to make an impression at the party. Of course, the skirt wasn't drawing nearly as much attention as the three cocks she was alternately sucking, or her EE breasts (which had been bared...