This is an old story lodged far back in my memories, like that small page three poster stuck inside your locker full of memories where the past is mostly all filed away and neatly stored, except that poster showing a young girl sat in the front seat of a car with her legs spread. They're my legs, and my pussy is soaked through. I snap my thoughts back to th...
"Construction sucks," Kurt said out loud. Taking a deep breath after the call with the building department, he pulled into a fast food place's parking lot and called the customer from his truck. He had to tell them the inspection of their deck footings was rescheduled, and that the project was stalled until the city got out to the site. The lady of the hou...
George: I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur's front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell. Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our...
Her shining blonde hair was wound in a fashionable coronet around her lovely head and her dazzling smile would catch you off guard and leave you wistful. Those eyes were as beautiful as an azure blue sky on a Summer's day. She walked down the corridors of the hospital her hips swaying left and right. Her body was a like a piece of art, erotically beautiful w...
This story is part of a collaboration between myself and RedHairedandFriendly. It is a part of the Epistle To My Lady series, complementary to the Epistle To My Captain series that she is writing. I have enjoyed writing this with her and look forward to continuing for a while longer. 6/30/10 My Lady, The glass phallus was a great experience for me as we...
This is the story of Mr and Mrs Kenwood and their Mediterranean holiday. Donald and Diane had been happily married for nearly ten years and had recently discovered the joys of cruising holidays. They find it so relaxing and everyone is so nice and friendly. Their first port of call is in Portugal so there are two sea days before that. Diane is delighted wi...
“Steve, are you sleeping yet? I need to talk to you….” Ginger’s voice trailed off and I knew by the tone this was something that needed to be addressed. That is one thing that you ‘learn’ after thirty years of marriage, and although I was tired I rolled over and propped myself up on the pillow. “No Sweetheart I’m not.” I felt her move closer to me. “What’s...
I was sorting through some files on my laptop recently and came across this short story I wrote a couple of years ago but which I never got around to submitting. It's a true account and reflects my love of sex with older women in their 50s, 60s and 70s. I've edited it and added a postscript to bring it up to date and I hope it provides some pleasure. Please...
Lucy stood next to Jack in the doorway of the solicitors' office as the rain drizzled down. "What are you going to do, then, Jack?" she asked the redheaded footman. "Move back to Brighton," he said. "It's been dog's years since I've seen my mum and sis. And there's a girl there I've been writing to, she still hasn't thrown me over de...
It was like clockwork that come 11 a.m. unless the weather was really bad, the little elderly lady at the far end of the cul-de-sac would be outside puttering around by the mailbox waiting for the mailman or woman. It had been that way for four years since her husband had passed that Emily Foster would go out and greet the mail person, often armed with a hom...