My new wife, as it turns out, was a whore before she met me. Not a street walker or even a call girl but nonetheless a whore. She repeatedly met with men and had sex with them in exchange for gifts or money. They did not always just give her money directly. Often they gave her expensive gifts, paid for her apartment, took her on trips to exotic places or cov...
FRIDAY MORNING Cori woke up first, looking at the clock and seeing that it was about 7 a.m. She had two hours before she had to be at work and John had three. She noticed that John, like most men, had a healthy morning hard-on and decided to give him a friendly wake-up. Carefully pulling back the covers, she gently opened the fly to his boxers, letting his...
I go to a salon for a couple reasons. One, I'm not convinced I can get anything other than a great shave at a barber; two, I have nothing in common with the kind of men who go to a barber and three, I love being around women, especially in an environment which is primarily theirs. About two years ago, I changed where I get my hair cut. The reasons why I cha...
After my wife died, I continued with my life. I still went to the same places and talked to the same people. One day, as I got my hair cut, things got interesting. I always got my hair cut by a barber, Kerry, or his wife, Miranda, who together ran a unisex hair salon. Kerry always seemed a bit effeminate, but due to the sexiness of his wife, I just assumed...
I knew going on this ski trip was a bad idea when the bus refused to start. My parents had bought me the holiday package as part of their Christmas present, but it was showing every sign of turning into the Ski Trip From Hell. Here I was, stuck in an old Greyhound on the top of the Coquihalla Highway with a busload full of drunks. Night was falling, it was s...
Copyright (c) 2011-2018 by darwin1859. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. I wrote this story a very long time ago, inspired by "The Lesson" by slave bree, which I cannot find online anymore. This story starts the same way before veering off in a different direction. The unique capitalization was...
OK, sometimes I can be a little dense. I’ve always considered myself to be a fairly perceptive person. I’m aware of my surroundings and usually able to discern meaning from context, to condense fact from the vapor of nuance. I suppose that it’s when the nuance is aimed at me that I develop a blind spot. Tracy had been cutting my hair for about a year. I ha...
The following is absolutely true. Hope you like it... I was out mowing the lawn one very hot summer day. I was wearing tennis shoes, cut-off shorts and a tee shirt. The temperature was over 90 degrees, and the sweat made what little I was wearing cling to my body. As I was finishing up, I saw my girlfriend, Linda, watching me from the kitchen window. She w...
I see you in my dreams walking towards me In your black leather corset, sexy leather garter belt, and thigh high fish net stockings. I can't help but, watch your hips swaying In the candle light as you walk across the window shades of grey pass over your heaving chest shadowing your breast making them look even more beautiful. You finally get to the bed...
I wake up hungry and horny. I sure hope my wireless connection works up here. I get my i-pad and fire it up. Low and behold I get a wireless connection! I eat my sandwich as I get on line and check emails. Then I get an idea and post a notice on 'The list'. I call it exhibitionist on rooftop and give my location in the city. I get a hit and find out that t...