"You're a hard man to find, you know?" I heard behind me, turning around to see her there. My little sister, Stephanie. The only part of my growing up that I remembered fondly. The only person growing up, including our parents, who didn't treat me like dog shit. Suffice it to say that my overall first impression of the much vaunted traditional, nuclear fam...
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Dear Shoeblossom Deuce, my second son is finally beating me at Ping-Pong. The ball flies over my head! When I was a kid the balls were just white, but now they come in neon orange! Deuce looks relieved, I wonder why. Is it because I have always punished him, taking his pants down and spanking him hard with my paddle when I beat him at table tennis...what a...
If I had known that the day would turn straight into crap almost right from the very beginning, I'd have just sent a simulacrum and gone back to bed. Bel picked me up from my hotel just minutes after sunrise and already it was going to be a wild race against time and luck, and both now seemed to be quite set against us. Bel, as planned, had dropped off our...
It all started when my sister in-law, Kim, came over after work one day to tell me my wife was just called out of town for her job. I had planned on her being gone, anyway, and so I'd left work early to get my other wardrobe out of the attic, thinking I'd have the place to myself for a few days. I just happened to be wearing a pointy cup black 36D bra, bla...
Author's note: As my wife's relationship with her lover develops, we are working to find the right combination of arrangements that result in privacy, intimacy, a good time for the two of them and enough involvement for me that I don't get totally frustrated at being left out. We are getting better at it. Once again, I begin with a caveat: This story is abo...
As I take off my shirt and shorts to begin laying on the soft sand of the beach, you walk up and lay your chair in the sand next to my towel, with a casual hello, you've already caught my interest, and have me starting to daydream about what you could make me do with all those muscles that I can see through the corner of my eye. Your sweat covered skin glis...
She was all over the marketing. The guys in marketing over at CUMX are well aware that Dilly Pringles was the most photogenic host they had by a long shot. She was skinny, with a long swan-like neck and big brown eyes, but she had a big ass, too, and brown hair with a front fringe dyed turquoise, a dated style maybe but she pulled it off because she was so f...
Luka had lived at his house, a small mid-terrace, for almost a decade. In that time the neighbours on both sides had regularly come and gone; seeming to change at least every couple of years. For a few years now the house on the right had been let out to students (attending the nearby university), and so new groups had moved in just about every year. At the...
Okay, disclaimer. This story is ree-aally not for someone looking for a quick wank. If that's not for you, I totally understand. If you're not sure, I think it's worth exploring. Compare how turned on you get by vaguely suggestive actions of the male or female lead in a movie or TV show versus overtly lascivious behavior in a porno. Some of that might be b...