How did she make even walking look sexy? Deina was getting ready to leave her house, packing her car with her back bag and gym bag. A low growl erupted from his chest; Deina was bending over to pick up a dropped book. Those low hanging shirts she loved wearing revealed just the top of her breast, not all of it just a teasing glimpse. Tingles ran across his l...
Jack was one hot fucker: 6 feet tall with straight dark hair and long lashes. A dimple in his chin and a big bright smile -- when he wasn't brooding. His daily work outs had paid off: his body was of an Adonis. Muscular hairy chest down to a V waist. A smooth bubble butt that was perfection to behold. Long thick thighs and calves. Even his feet were amazing....
Ten minutes behind the closed door and I knew it was on. So, regret set in when it was too late to stop it. My wife was having sex with another man while I waited outside the room in the hallway. The man she hooked up with online was over 50, older than me. I guess she wanted someone experienced, mature, and kind, if the conventional wisdom is correct abou...
In my freshman year at college, I found myself sitting beside a chubby young women in Psychology. She had large breasts, but the thing that intrigued me the most was the hair on her forearms. ******** She had furry arms... Beth Kaplan wasn't very friendly at first, but I was persistent, and soon I was rewarded with a date. As I sat next to the plump young...
On our third date, after the movie, we took the street car back to the hospital grounds, but instead of going to the nurse's quarters as I expected, she took my hand and led me to a park bench overlooking Elliot Bay. At night, the bench was in the shadow of some shrubbery and out of view from the windows of her quarters. I expected we'd cuddle and neck as...
After Tiffany left, I went and dropped down on my couch. I don't know exactly how long I sat there because I was in a bit of a stupor. When the shock finally wore off, my mind began to race. I was upset at Tiffany. I needed to get out of this thing. Can I get it off myself? That's it! I'll cut the damn thing off! I live in an apartment and so I don't have a...
She got invited to dinner and she dressed for the occasion in a nice, knee-length blue denim skirt and a white peasant blouse. Her cork sandals complimented her delicate feet, her toes painted red decorated with a few silver toe rings. Nervously, she reached up and touched a few of the curls falling from a deliberately messy ponytail, moving them to the side...
Single tonight, just like the song says. I look at myself in the mirror, and barely recognize the man who stares back at me. A six-foot-one, broad-shouldered, slightly chubby but still ruggedly handsome young Black man stares back at me. The haunted look on that face, I can hardly believe it's me. It's the first Saturday of September 2012, and I've just stoo...
Note: Chapter One does not have any sexual situations. It's there for plot building. Yes, there's a story in this one. * I had awoken in some strange predicaments before — the Vegas incident being the first to come to mind. Hotel security had found me reeking of booze, asleep in a wheel chair wearing only a stripper's bra atop my head and a diaper to hide...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story I'm Dan Nilsson, married to Isabell and living in a Scandinavian town with our two kids, who were out playing with their friends when my wife asked me to sit down at the kitchen table and listen to some important news. I'll never forget what happened that damn Thursday evening in our kitchen when the shit hit th...