A story about my fairly recent exploits using a dating site to meet older men... Being in my early thirties, my appetite for older men has not vanished, in fact it has intensified. I find it is rare that I can be in the company of an older man without thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him. I love how appreciative they are and how chiv...
She heard the door open, feeling a tingle as she waited for him to enter her room. She closed her eyes and could feel him already, smell him, touch him. Then reality grabbed her as she heard him in the other room, furniture moving, T.V. going on, and she soon realised, she had a long wait, one that would prove to be just the more agonising now he was home......
Jennifer was single, studious and a very mature thirty two year old librarian who was currently studying history at a local college. Two months prior to this moment, Jennifer had responded to an advertisement, something she would never have seriously considered before, let alone admit to having any such desire for what it entailed. She had almost missed the...
Jill was a tall, willowy brunette with a decided penchant for exhibitionism. One of her best friends was Steve, who owned and managed the Pink PUSSYkat, an upscale strip club. One aspect of their relationship was that Steve, who fancied himself a sort of big brother to Jill, was continually trying to fix her up with someone he thought would be a good match f...
It all started one day, four years ago, when we decided to build a new home. Happily married and pregnant with my second child, I was hardly looking for a crush to complicate my life. I walked into the model home and was smitten. The house was perfect, and the realtor that showed me the layout had a personality that I instantly clicked with. "Hi, I'm Robert"...
My series of stories featuring Sunny have been well-received by readers, judging from the feedback I have received. She was one of the truly unforgettable women in my life and a gifted fellatrix. Ironically, I doubt seriously that she understands that. I invite all readers to read this final Sunny story, vote on it and provide commentary on it or any of my o...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Dymchurch Flit from Puck of Pook'...
Meryl wandered along the beach in front of me, the cheeks of her fulsome backside squirming inside her bikini bottoms with each step, her long brown hair cascading down her back, almost touching the enticing cleft of her buttocks, barely revealed by the skimpy swimsuit bottoms. I was in heaven, and could not have been happier, following the love of my life...
"Have you been listening again?" She asks me. I can't lie; she can read my mind. She has read every thought that I've ever had and she didn't think much to them. She thought I wouldn't make much of a novel. "Yes. Yes I have." "Alex, I told you not to listen to the alien radio," she says. "Yeah, but..." I would come up with an excuse but there really isn't...
We have this arrangement. I get a text, and I drop everything, go to "our" parking place in the woods, meet up with him, give him a quick blowjob and then we go our separate ways. It's an ideal arrangement: he gets to relieve some tension in the middle of a stress-filled day, I get to satisfy my submissive side and get in some cocksucking – something I've al...