This story takes place in the late 1980s. At least half of it is true. The rest...work it out for yourselves! "Bloody hell," Rick thought as he pulled into the college parking lot. "Two years...and each day Abby and I grow further and further apart! I know she and Trish are more than 'friends,' no matter how they deny it! This is getting ridiculous. Now Abb...
One night a couple years ago I found myself at the bar across the street from my office. Nothing unusual about my being there except that usually when I'm there, it's for a quick one with friends after work on Thursday or Friday. This was around eleven on a Saturday and the crowd was a quite different one than I usually encountered. The place was packed and...
He watched his wife as she rose from the pool and admired her in the figure-hugging one-piece swimsuit. For a sixty year woman she still looked damned good and she still talked about keeping their relationship interesting. Sometimes he thought she meant shocking since she was as inventive about their sex life now as much as she was in their youth. Usually...
She showed me her tits and pussy right in the mall! As an MD who works exclusively in the hospital (we're actually called "hospitalists") I'd put in a long day seeing all of my associates' patients. I left work still in my scrubs to go to the mall to pick up my new eyeglasses. When in the Lens Crafters store, and awaiting my turn for service, I looked out...
Continuing Extracts from Journal of David Whipple Thursday Well, It's official. Ron is staying here. My parents are letting him use the basement room. It's a great space with a semi-private entrance through the back door. When we first moved here I was only 6 but I remember that the room was supposed to be a rec room. It quickly turned into a storage room...
Before I had met my husband Randy, I'd read a piece of erotic fiction he had written before we knew each other. It was so well written, I thought it had been plagiarized from somewhere. I had so many orgasms reading it I eventually memorized the piece and imagined myself as the lead character in the story, a white wife who gives in to interracial urges and g...
On that particular morning, I woke up with a massive hard-on. So it was quite convenient that my cock was deeply buried in Patty's throat at the time. Chicken or the egg? I had been "dating" Patty, if you can accurately categorize marathon sex sessions as "dating", for about six weeks now. During that time, my dick was usually buried in some orifice, crac...
Our five day anniversary trip to Disneyland had gotten off to quite a start, thanks to hubby's surprise move of dressing me in my teen daughter's short, pink shorts and low-cut V-neck teeshirt. By the time we returned to our room that first night after the evening fireworks show, Michael and I had enjoyed a roller coaster ride of arousal for the past few hou...
I never let her know. She asked questions like "Is it someone I know?". I would reply "No." When she asked a few days later if it was someone she had seen at some point I said "Yes." "Before or after?" was her next query. My response was "After." That drove her wild trying to figure out who it might have been. Actually, Rick saw her out in the sunligh...
The tables were loaded with a splendid Independence Day picnic: hamburgers, hot dogs, fried chicken, potato and pasta salads, cool drinks, ice cream and baked desserts. The guests chatted in the sun and shade around the pool deck. The weather was warm. The dress was casual and minimal. Bikinis predominated, from traditional to thongs. The biggest holiday pic...