his story is about the experience I shared with my first wife Stacy. I guess you could say she's a "party girl" and that's what led up to our divorce in 1992, but if only I was as perverted back then as I am now I can promise you we'd still be together. Looking back on it now, I realize leaving her was the biggest mistake of my life. We met in 1985 when we...
Brenda and I had been seeing each other occasionally that summer. She was a stunner in her mid twenties with long dirty blonde hair, nice medium sized tits and great legs. There was nothing exclusive about the relationship but it was frequent enough that I'd say we were an item of sorts. I'd met her at a topless club I used to frequent. It was actually kinda...
I sleep with my gardener as well. I hadn't really thought about it much until we moved to our present area. The new garden needed a lot of work and effort put into it to change it from wilderness to respectable. Me - I just like pottering - my wife likes 'gardening' as she puts it. The family joke started when, early that spring, I was doing some of the he...
They call me Horndoggy. I'm a beachcomber. Back in 1965, the year in which my story takes place, I was living in a beach shack just off Daytona Beach. I didn't do any work, anymore than I do now, I just liked to hang out on the beach with the teenagers and do a bit of surfing. The teens around there thought I was pretty cool for an old codger. Someone over...
Our marriage is O.K, no great earthquakes and the fucking is quite good when we get around to it. After fifteen years it's dragging a little. My little brunette wife Linda is still as slim and good looking at 32 as she was at 19 when we were married, her body is pure dynamite. We have very little variation in our sex life, being generally the close the door...
Apres-ski with Lisa Craig and I couldn't help but notice her. She stood out, unlike the line of boring soccer moms standing in line for coffee that Monday morning, this woman looked fun. We commented to each other that she looked sexy and frankly couldn't help but notice those large full breast hidden under her blouse. We watch as she ordered her coffee an...
-For my Dear Friend all characters in the story are 18 and over at the time of writing The sun was merciless, as Elle stepped out of her house and into the arid tropical heat. Despite being clad simply in a black tank top and shorts, the midday sun was causing her to sweat through her clothes. She looked at her watch in anticipation. It was 12:10, 5 mi...
Linda checked off a couple of boxes on the form clipped to her clipboard, then reached deep into the plastic bin and pulled out a balloon. She adjusted her safety glasses, took a deep breath, put the balloon to her lips, and blew. Another deep breath, another big blow, and as the balloon grew in front of her eyes (it was purple, she noticed), her mind began...
They ate a generous delicious breakfast: Frobisher's English special with eggs, bacon, sausages, kidneys, mushrooms, tomatoes, black pudding and fried bread, washed down with orange juice and strong black coffee. Then they had time to rest until Bobby's guests began to arrive. He got dressed and kissed Katie good-bye. "Thank you for a wonderful birthday sur...
Susan was sitting at the kitchen table, looking, I don't know... I guess "perky" would be the word. "Your breasts look pretty cute in that T-shirt," I said, equally cheery. It was one of those V-neck things which extended just low enough that the barest amount of cleavage was exposed, unusual for Susan. It was hard to tell if she was wearing a bra or not....