Summer is the slowest time of the year. Even when I'm teaching, time passes at a snails pace. The first summer session had just ended and I was working hard trying to get my grades done. It was Monday and I had two days to get them in before the registrars office started harassing me. At the same time, I had a couple of manuscripts out, one of which had be...
Prudish Wife was the Blow Job Queen in High School Fortunately for others but unfortunately for me, my wife was a virgin when I married her and has never been with any other man but me. She is very modest and would never agree to participate in flashing her body had I not arranged opportunities for my friends to secretly see her in all manner of undress. Su...
Not much sex. It happens. A straight forward story of how one person may have dug deep to discharge her sense of obligation. This is a product of my imagination. Any resemblance of characters living of dead is purely coincidental. Maria "Hi, Bro!" "Hi, sis. Twice in one day. To what do I owe this honour?" "Remember Dad's old laptop? I took it after he di...
"Who could be calling," I thought to myself as my cell phone rang early Saturday evening. "What? Lauren? I thought she was doing her high school 'band mom' thing even though her son graduated two years ago." "Hey, Lauren, what's up?" "Stan, I need your help," Lauren pleaded with a sense of urgency and exasperation in her voice. Before I could ask what was...
Jarrod didn't feel the hand slip under the covers until the soft fingers found their way through the hole in his boxers and wrapped themselves firmly around his cock. He instantly began to stiffen as the hand tugged on his flesh and gently squeezed. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful female figure leaning over him. She was tall and her hair looked light,...
May 7, 2001 Steven Pressman was reading the "Personals" in the Little Timber Times. Yes, his wife was off playing bridge, as usual, on a Friday night. He did have this week's vast collection of Chemistry tests finally corrected. Of course, there was nothing worth watching on TV. Damn this was pathetic, he thought, still.... There was a thank-you for all...
This story has some typos and grammar errors. If that bothers you, move on. ***** Sunday afternoon finds Eric driving home from a great round of golf. He is on top of the world. He broke eighty for the first time. "I'm going home and get some pussy. Going to cap off a great day. I hope she is ready." As I near the house I see a strange car parked in the...
Author's Note: This is my Summer Lovin' 2012 contest entry and I hope you enjoy! Please remember only one vote per reader and comments are appreciated and welcomed! ~ Red July 23, 2012 I can't believe my mother is making me do this. I'm a senior in high school for God's sake; I shouldn't have to keep a journal if I don't want to. Sure I know she's probabl...
So seeing as many of you have asked I guess I was persuaded to go back to retell the very beginning of this story. How did the affair start some six or seven years ago and why did it end and the resume again now. Stick with me and I'll guide you throw the story. ***** Being one that worked in childcare all these years as a male I, Rob, had often seen the...
For the next two days, I spent much of my time getting acclimated with the Minty Urbach PSG-1 sniper rifle I'd be using during the assault. Sighting through the Leupold Mark 4 scope, I couldn't miss targets a half mile away. Of course, the targets weren't moving around or shooting back. At Tampico, all hell would break loose as soon as I fired the first shot...