Most of my friends have asked me, at one time or another, whether I have always been such a slut. Most of them didn't use that specific word, of course, although a couple did, but that was what they meant. My answer is always the same. I say 'as far as I can remember, yes'. Take the tale of my wedding, for instance. The story really starts five days befor...
I love fucking. I love feeling a big, hard, cock ramming my tight pussy hole. I love feeling my orgasm as it rips through my body and feeling my lover's cum blast all over me. I love smelling our fuck juices mingling together afterwards. When I met Paul, I was definitely not a virgin. Ever since I was 16, I have been sexually active. I've always been faithfu...
We walked through the woods surrounded by the smell of earth and pine, the sky filtering through the trees echoing those last stray touches of daylight in purples, pinks, and darker gold. His hand found mine and I knew he had fed; his fingers warm as they slid between my own. He smiled as if to say, "Not too much further, baby," and the comfort of being home...
Chapter 5. Divorced? "Bob, how long have we been divorced?" "A year or so?" "Exactly a year today my dear ex-husband. Now tell me, what's wrong with this picture?" "You mean the fact that we are naked and caressing each other after our second fabulous fuck today?" "Yes, plus the fact that we have been fucking each other regularly from the day our divor...
"I can't believe you called me over with her here! I felt so awkward and so such a slut," she said. "And you know you liked it," I replied half smiling at her. "You're just a kinky fuck, you know that? You think she suspected anything? Did I do good?" she asked. "Hell no. It was perfect," I said. "Damn," she said drawing out the word. "She's getting her...
The 4 year old had started nursery classes, but today was Saturday and now she was flying through the air as her mother, Amanda, pushed the swing up high, listening to the little girl giggle with excitement. Amanda was 30 and very comfortable with her life style. She was married and very happy, her husband had a good job in the city, in 'finance,' and she...
I pulled the car into the garage and lowered the door. I sat there in the dark and the quiet and let calm take me over. I had not expected this, no idea of the emotions that would tear me apart during the reading. But, the task was completed. I had done what they asked of me and now it was finished. I walked into my house, laid the large manila envelope on t...
Panicking, she asked, "What the hell is this, James?" "Honey, it's ok. I invited them," I said, "It's Joe from the health club, remember a few weeks ago in the steam room-I think you two have met?" For a minute I thought she would slap me, "James, that was a mistake. I told you I wanted to forget it! You're my husband and I don't want to be with anyone b...
Hi, I want to share with you an experience that happened to me last summer. In this sunny afternoon, I walked for about fifteen minutes along the farm of my father-in-law to pick up some strawberries. I found lots of them and when both of my cans were full I stood up and as I was stretching myself I saw that my jeans were stained with many red spots, my hand...
This is the continuation of a story that I recently posted based on something that happened fifty years ago. I recently went to my fiftieth High School Class Reunion, and this is my version of what happened that weekend: * In case you have forgotten, my name is Jonathan Stevens MacIntyre, and I still live on the outskirts of the largest city on the Illino...