Using the passenger-side visor mirror, Liz carefully applied the viva glam satin lipstick she had picked up from a mac cosmetics store a few weeks ago and hadn't worn, yet. She rarely wore makeup, but she loved the color and knew there was an awards dinner next month for their daughter's soccer team. Tonight, the chance to apply this color, along with her vi...
You were my sexual discovery partner through college and on and off girlfriend. And though the relationship piece didn't work out the sex was always tremendous. We just had a physical connection that worked. Since college we'd both been married and started families, but occasionally kept in contact through e-mails which usually degraded into sexual topics wi...
My dual life continued with me switching between my role as a wife who was desperate to please her husband and a college girl who had no responsibilities or guilt. It was only with much effort that I was able to keep these two lives separate in my own mind. This ability has been what has let me survive all the regret and remorse I have felt through the years...
A few weeks ago I received an email from a reader. She asked why so many of my stories seem to involve bars, blowjobs, and redheads. "Blow jobs" is easiest to justify. I love them. An ugly woman becomes pretty when she's sucking my cock. I'm old and as I look back on my life I tend to remember the blowjobs more than anything else. I think most guys, if they...
Back in college, I hung out with a group of friends in my last two years. It was a mix of young men and women who like to hang out and party, especially on the weekends. There were some natural attractions among us that led to some casual dating at times but rarely turned into a serious relationship. We were in college, full of life and enjoying being young...
Chapter 2: The Bar After my experiences with my sister Kayla, my sex life changed dramatically. I went from a mild mannered horny guy to this sex hungry creature. The whole first week of college I spent thinking of my younger sister's hot little pussy and how I loved having her muscular legs wrapped around my head. I also couldn't shake that feeling that I...
I was crying myself to sleep as my husband Chuck snored loudly beside me. For what seemed the thousandth time I had gone over the same ugly story that began when I got married six months ago. I always ended up with the same conclusion. Actually not a conclusion but a question: Was my husband gay? I had met Chuck in college where we began dating in our senio...
Nikki sent me an email at work this morning that simply read: Good morning my little boy wife "Halloween party tonight at Castaways. Patrick has his two college roommates coming up for the weekend. I'll pick up our costumes and see you at home around 7pm. Hope you have a great day! Your Queen! Great, I thought to myself as I closed out the email. Nikki...
Twilight! His favorite time of the day. He watched as the girls fled their dorms and sororities and headed for the bars downtown. He was an urban predator. His favorite targets were young, dumb college girls, preferably sophomores or juniors. They were the ones who had already been around. They were the ones who thought they knew everything. They were the on...
This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author. * Dean often told his friends that being exceptionally well hung sometimes made him consider some type of reduction surgery. But, most of the time, he loved the...