We planned to meet on an overnight in New Orleans. There's something decadent about the place that adds to the excitement of a rendezvous. We had been lovers early in our careers at the airline where I am a pilot and she is a flight attendant, but then our separate marriages, kids and changes at the airline hadn't allowed for a chance to meet. This night w...
Chapter 1 It was a bright, sunny day as Charlotte Henderson drove up the driveway that led to St Jude's School for Troubled Young Men. It was an imposing, official-looking building; it housed between five hundred and eight hundred and fifty men between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one, all of whom had been in some trouble with the law. St Jude's was a la...
On any given Sunday morning you will find my wife and I driving around checking out yard sales. This past weekend, at our first stop, we actually found this simply perfect coffee table. I remember standing there looking at the this stupid table, discussing whether or not we should buy it. How dumb! It was big, sturdy, in great shape: everything you want in a...
I'm in a sex-less marriage. After twenty five years with my wife we had devolved into a partnership based on income and security. What little libido she had left was pretty much wiped out with the onset of menopause and I've become a lonely man. All my attempts at affection, let alone sex, are met with a cold shoulder and talking about it usually leads to de...
I walked up to the door. I knocked once. I felt my heart pounding, the heat in my chest rising in anticipation. I checked my armpits, sniffed for the scent of cologne on my rest and put on a smile. The door opened... *** I was sat alone, bored, in my room. Only one thing for a lonely teenager to do in that situation - stick on the porn and jack off. My fo...
"Another great get-together," Shirley Lancaster-Vilbrun said, and the tall, busty and curvy redhead looked at her husband Castor Vilbrun and smiled. Six feet two inches tall and burly, with dark chocolate skin and a smooth shaved head, Castor Vilbrun is a fine specimen of second generation Haitian-American masculinity. She'd fallen in love with him since the...
Edited by oldnakeddad. Like so many marriages, our sex life was lacking. The combination of fifteen years of marriage, kids, and stressful jobs took a huge toll on our physical relationship. ****** My wife, Heather, is a knockout! She's thirty-eight-years-old, stands five feet and four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has brunette hair, h...
Micki and I had been married for twelve years when our lives made a dramatic turn that we'll never forget. We had always been faithful to one another and while Micki was a virgin when we married, she wasn't a prude either and had engaged in oral sex with two boyfriends before we met. In fact she liked to talk about it when we made love. At the time Micki...
No, this not another ménage a trois but a story of three terribly interesting women, one a fabulous fuck, one joyously manic, and the third, a Simone de Beauvoir gone South: The Three Claires. Paul and his friend, the intellectual Claire, had been promising to introduce me to the other Claires ever since I moved in next door. But it wasn't until Mardi Gras...
As a professional photographer in a big small town, I found that one of the most cost-efficient ways of advertising my business was by renting a booth at the county fair. There once a year in the fall, I was able to display some examples of my best work and literally have thousands of possible interested individuals walk by and see my work. By way of explana...