This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
I was in high school in the 60's as some of you may know that was a very different time. With rock and roll, the war and free sex. I was a very shy k**, had several girlfriends but never got more than a grope of a tit. This all change when a friend of my mom took me under her wing. Dawn was so very hot in so many ways. Green eyes Blonde hair and a great fig...
It's me Sarah. The music is pounding in the background; my heart is ready to be alive again! That mini-dress still looks smart-alecky in the closet; it still makes me feel hot. But it also seems rather ...passive? demure? The moonlight has returned, and there's a new suite on the bed. It will give me more room to move, and I might want to. But I'm taking my...
Sarah (30 yrs.) is the former wife (44-24-36) of a U.S., state senator. She owns a penthouse in the city who is a cheap looking, bleach-blonde. She is a big fan of college wrestling, but never goes to any of the meets. She watches every live competition on "YouTube" and follows the athletes on social media. A wrestling tournament on Friday inside the gym....
"You've never gotten over me; have you?" The scent of her body, fresh from her morning shower, failing to mask the musk of her horny cunt and you there, on your knees, pressed backward by the weight of her upon your mouth. Down, down, legs spread-eagled, arse hitting the floor, and you grab her thighs for support as you feel yourself fall beneath her and yo...
"From the crib to the grave You live as a slave And that's just a matter of fact" ― ODD TV, Illusions Government, in concert with an ignorant populace, had made my existence a sequence from Halloween ― during which Michael Myers relentlessly pursues Jamie Lee Curtis. My days were drowned in fear; my nights deluged in anxiety. I wasn't sure how long I'd...
It was just two weeks since our first night. Since then Cindy and I began to hang out more frequently. We established a no-knock policy walking into each other houses like they were our own. We shared nightly meals, watched TV shows we both enjoyed, often spending the nights together enjoying each other's carnal company. One day she came over mumbling that h...
Cindy told me that she had a surprise for me and I was to come to her house at two. I knocked on the door and heard her say, "It's open, come in." I opened the door and Cindy was slouched on the chair, legs extended out, wearing a short belted silk robe. She opened her legs, placed the heel of one foot on the cushion, and pulled her robe open. Her freshly...
It was as late and I was bored out of my mind. I'd been looking at my steam games and Netflix catalogue for an hour before boredom horniness started creeping in. I decided I'd rather do something a little healthy instead of jerking off once again. I put on some clothes, a hat, and my running shoes and left my house with no destination in mind. Wandering thr...
Maureen's mom had walked her daughter through her earliest years; her injury, those awful first months when she nearly died, the little boy who was her companion and savior, their separation, and her subsequent surgeries and therapy. Maureen listened at first with polite condescension, but her patronizing demeanor soon evaporated; fading into disbelief, then...