I remember the first time that I saw a Mustang. It was a brand new '64 powder blue with a white top. It was pretty compared to what was around in those days. Many of the new car models were boring until the Mustang added some excitement to the mix. I lusted over Mustang's until I bought my first one in '85, a black GT with a 5 speed and two tone charcoal g...
"I'm sorry," I said. I said it only after we had returned safely to the car and were pulling out of the parking lot. She had walked the twenty or thirty feet to the car without ever bothering to put on her shirt. To the best of my knowledge no one had seen her, but that was only a matter of chance. At any moment a car may have driven down the well used all...
Festival Refuge Copyright Oggbashan August 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. +++ It was the early 1960s. The three of us, Ge...
After careful review, this chapter contains no sex, but it does, however, explain the characters and sets up the plot for the remaining chapters which should all have explicit sex in them. You can still skip this chapter if you prefer and pick up the basic plot. Author's note; this story is fiction and you will find several things altered. The gang known as...
As with most of my stories, there is not a lot of sex. For those legal eagles who read this story, be advised that you might find a problem or two with the legal stuff. If you do, remember that this is a work of fiction. I had lots of help with this story from a good friend, and, of course, Blackrandl1958 always makes everything she touches better. My w...
I have come to wonder if all the hubbub about smoking and second hand smoke is justified. Let's look at the facts; now I am not going to throw a bunch of numbers out there because anyone can make statistics work in their favor, I just want to open a few eyes. No I am not a scientist nor have I done any experiments to back my claim; it is just a little thing...
My name is Wendy Wreckless. Of course, that is not my real name. My name is not important. In plan to write a series of erotic stories and it is a pen name I have chosen for myself. I am a 28-year-old, homemaker and I have been married for 6 years. I have a great marriage and a happy and fulfilling sex life. I would like to share with you the unique fetish t...
Despite having looked forward to moving to New York City for at least the last year, the transition from a quiet college town had been hard for Lisa. Her husband was hardly ever home, insisting that every new hire at the investment bank he'd landed at was expected to put in a minimum of 80 hours a week and many did more. Her own lack of success in finding...
Act 3 Friday, January 1st, 2:15pm "Hi, Val speaking." "Did I embarrass myself badly last night?" It was a voice from the bottom of a gravel pit. Doreen was obviously suffering. "No, Doreen, you didn't. You had fun. You let loose and had fun. And so did I." "Are you sure. I have some very strange memories from last night. How did I get home?" "Well, you...
The Liquor Store --This story happened back around 1972. I only remember because I was driving a car with a bench seat and bought our station wagon later in 1972. I was probably in my early 30's, say 33. Dollie and Charlotte 31. Charlotte was the skinny cute redhead who lived with us off and on the first five or so years we were married and living in our...