My Dear Readers, Disclaimer: What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed. Some spelling an...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Eleven. 1995. (April.) Mick, around sixty. What began as an unfortunate accident resulted in a very pleasant experience. It happened in early April, not long after my thirty-first birthday. Driving along a quiet country road I pulled out to overtake a cyclist when a rabbit s...
Today was one of the most dreaded days in any kid's high school life. Today was sexual education day. It was always the old lady talking, old video and everybody falling asleep, as most people of that age had had sex anyway. Everybody was still going, of course, because all of their parents had signed the consent forms, stating that they were over 18 and wer...
This is best read -- in fact may only make sense -- when read after Dutch Movie Parts 1 & 2. It was written with urgency after a trip to Budapest. *** The soft, westering light of early afternoon had coated the Beaux Arts buildings opposite with a golden hue. The pale sun flooded through the corner windows, glinting off the chrome frames of the anonymousl...
John thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy. He loved getting his wife from behind... grabbing her tight ass with one hand, and tugging roughly on her long brown hair with his other. The sex was always kinky, and in this instance both of them were glistening with sweat from their fuckfest. "Taylor (John's wife) always wants to fuck after talki...
Scintilla was in her own world, and her world was gold. A gentle breeze rustled the field of corn that enveloped her. A lingering smell of faraway lands and exotic locales followed in the wake of it, mixed with the familiar scent of the fields. The breeze subsided, and the trickling of the nearby spring gained dominance once again. Scintilla was barefoot, c...
I felt Julie gently nudge me. When I opened my eyes she pointed to the clock which registered 6:30pm. Since we had a dinner reservation for 7:30 she suggested that we must get ready. I showered and dressed quickly, rapidly followed by Julie. (Among her other attributes is that Julie can dress and ready much faster than any other lady I have known in my life!...
All I can remember vividly is her breasts and her smile. That's nice I suppose, but perhaps should be her smile and her breasts. But I was 19 at the time. Sarah. Perfect breasts. Perfect smile. That's nice. I met Sarah at church and she was my first steady girlfriend. I think she was keener on me than I was on her - I was, of course, still a sex starved m...
Kath squirms. He has tied her to her own bedpost, hands plugged helplessly to the cheap metal rod. The room's coolness shivers her skin. Budding goosebumps on bare creamy legs. She senses he is still fully clothed but cannot see. Rich almond eyes blindfolded with black cloth. Eyes that darted downward as he crossed the threshold of her home, still slightly...
The move made her wet. The quick thrust pushed her into the brick building, and bunches of her skirt rose like my hardening cock to the pressure boiling in my loins. It happened just after the movie and before we trotted hand in hand to her place. I banked on her quiet demeanor throughout the night as something like a fronting advertisement for kinky fre...