There's much to say about being a being a dirty old man. I mean that I'm not exactly good looking, hard-bodied, super-smart, or filthy rich. Yet, I've found that with Kelly none of this matter. I've watched her grow up from a child to a young woman and should feeling feel ashamed of myself for being such a pervert. But when we are making love, I could care l...
Hello I apologize for the lapse in posting, lol 7 year lapse, but here is the request for a sequel. I hope you enjoy it! ***** A few months had passed since I created my article on Blood Lust, a night club that had been the talk of the town. It was rumored that this specific club hosted acts of Vampirism. That young men and women were invited as "special...
Anita As we glided through the night, rising gently up and down with every pump of Saban's wings, I chewed my lip, worried. Ian. My nephew. He was a brave, rambunctious little scamp, and liked to go out at night, despite the best efforts of his parents, my brother and sister in law, to keep him inside. He was the most likely of the village children to have...
It was nice having a bit of a network. Just like in the world of careers. Swingers can be that way too. I was in an open relationship and in my 40s. But the thing about swinging, is that the male part of the couple rarely, if ever, gets to go it alone. The opportunities were slim to none. Usually none. My lucky break came when I posted an ad online one d...
This story is the continuation of Kristy Meets Dad. * "What in the fuck have I done?" Doug Anderson's mind is racing as the warm water runs over his broad shoulders and down his body. Images of his daughter Brandi and her friend, well, honestly, her girlfriend Kristy burn behind his eyes--naked bodies writhing on his living-room floor. His lovely daughter...
“You're an uppity bitch, aren't you? You think you can just do as you please. Even when you're told not to. You still do what you want. Haven't you learned anything yet, you slut?" My Master growled clipping his words as his eyes narrowed to slits, his nostrils flared, his lips curled cruelly. He looked like evil personified. I hated him with every fiber of...
Looking back on my relationship with Ann, the girl to whom I have been happily married for almost three years, I can recall the first instance that could have clued me in just a little bit as to how adventurous she was willing to be sexually. To date, we have now had a couple experiences and even more conversations that have blown the lid of that secret. How...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
Author's note... This one came out quite quickly after some wine and a meal. Hope you like it and please don't bother to comment on spelling or punctuation as this one is purely a bit of fun writing that I'm offering up to you as something to read when you want a bit of silly fun. As always. All people depicted in sexual liaisons are of legal age and are c...
The alarm clock roused Lindsay with its shrill whine, and a fast moving hand bashed the plastic box with more force than was probably wise. Muttering a muted curse at the fury of the inanimate, she groggily threw herself out of bed before the mild energy the alarm imparted faded back into the warm embrace of sleep. She stumbled to a standing position, and st...