All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Ryan walked back into the kitchen after talking with his father. He poured a cup of coffee; he could feel three sets of eyes following his every move. 'Damn that tastes good,' he thought as he...
All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the ninth chapter of Montana Summer Series; I am simply amazed that it has gotten this far. Thanks to all the people that have kept me up late nights writing. I would also like to thank...
The noon day sun was bright and warm as Monica Gift strolled through town. She decided to enjoy her day by showing up in town unexpectedly. Wearing skin tight white shorts that were once yoga pants but had been cut and hemmed up to be more seductive. Her craftsmanship displayed the well rounded curves of her lower butt cheeks. They almost rode up like boy sh...
Chapter 5: Anus 101 After the episode where Joanna made me lick five men's scrotums and then masturbate them into my mouth, she let up on me for awhile. Then one day she called to invite me back to the motel, for another 3-way with her and Mark. She hadn't let me fuck her for awhile, and I agreed to go, assuming I would at least get laid. When we met that...
I've been married for 20 years. It didn't take my wife Tammy and I too long to figure out that I had a much stronger sex-drive than she did. Frankly I have thoughts of sex about 5 times an hour and my wife has the same thoughts about once every 5 days. I'm sure it is a rare occurrence when two married people have the exact same desired level for sex. The way...
I have been sitting at the coffee shop that I normally frequent every day. Sitting here, amidst all of the people scurrying about trying to get their daily caffeine fix, I am watching them. How do they know? They don't. Let's face it. Being a voyeur, I could be watching you every single day and you would not have a fucking clue. I am good about that. And th...
It was just too damn ironic. Peter Tosh's "Wanted Dread and Alive" was blaring out of the sound system of my car when I noticed the blue and red lights behind me. I had had a late night at the office and the warm summer night breeze felt good blowing over my face. So rather than put on the A/C, I let what we had waited all winter for, warm me up. I was also...
Suzy watched the little child sleeping on the floor. This was the third time this week that Mr Barnes had been late in picking up his daughter from day-care. The first time Mrs Henley had stayed behind, but the last two times it had been Suzy who volunteered. She liked little Emily Barnes and couldn’t stand the way Mrs Henley treated the poor child. It wasn’...
Mrs. Barnes wiped away the haze from the fogged over mirror in front of her. With a much clearer image of herself to work with now, she continued the chore of vigorously rubbing the bath towel she held against the shower soaked streaks of hair on the left side of her head. Wrapping the towel around the back of her shoulders, she finally abandoned the dew fi...
Charlie Wessel lived on the opposite side of Monica Gift's house. They knew each other only through her parents and the occasional paths crossed. At 55 Charlie had been left alone in the world. His wife "Sidney" had passed away last year. They had no children so he was alone in the world. Retired early he chose to spend much of his days fishing or taking car...