Lovingly dedicated to my wife, who's hotter than she knows. We have had dinner with the kids. They're settled in for the night with some rented videos. You and I are going out. Finally, a night for just the two of us! You look stunning in a simple black dress, cut a few inches above the knee, revealing the shapely legs that I have always considered your mo...
My wife Susan and I have been married for 10 years. I'd have to describe our sex life as average, since we used to do just the "normal" things. Every time she felt horny, she started touching my dick a little, slurping the head for a little while, and then she just wide opened her legs waiting for me to penetrate. After 10 or 20 minutes of the good ole "in-o...
Continuing the adventures of an ageing but horny, skirt chasing businessman. Best to read Parts 1 and 2 first, to appreciate the terrible character you will read about. This is a reissue of a tale I published a few years ago under a different name. Please remember to vote if you like it! ***** WHAT'S IN A DRY OLD FUCK? Chapter Three: Fuck George...a min...
"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center." ― Kurt Vonnegut "What up, señor?" I launched my wee hour text into cyberspace. "Good morning, sir," came Vegas Vic's rejoinder. V-2 was enslaved graveyard shift ― five days a week. "What do you wanna work for?...
Geraldine Wade is a young woman I know who has some unusual sexual needs; she likes to get spanked with a special paddle she has and she likes to have her pussy eaten and to fuck. None of those is unusual in itself; all my lady friends love having their pussies eaten, and fucking, except those who are preserving their cherries, and a few of them like getting...
Interestingly enough our story starts like so many others. Married for for 12 years, busy with kids and work and as a result neglecting each other. Sex certainly was not non-existent but at the same time predictable....and safe. Even a relationship with a woman as beautiful as Teresa can grow routine and with routine passion can die. During the years we...
This is purely an experiment to get writing. I do not know where this story will evolve. It is something of a break from the massive series which I am also working on... but more of a forgivable weekly sprint to see where a story will take me. My goal is to publish every week. It's my challenge. This is not really a novel, although I do have a plot with a...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
A polite telephone conversation followed weeks of email. A date and time was set. The ground rules were simple: we would meet for drinks at an elegant old Nob Hill hotel. I knew that its lounge area offered privacy among the sumptuous, overstuffed chairs and sofas. It would be drinks, and only drinks, if she did not want to proceed. But if she did want to go...
Camille Alessanda de Clervaux (von Beirutt) hadn't always been what she now was. There was a time she had been a classy lady with an amazing husband to whom she was extremely faithful. He was an intelligent, and driven man someone that had swept naive flame-haired beauty right off her unsuspecting feet. Julien von Beirutt had made every second of Cami's life...