I haven't been having much luck in my love life. It seems like all the women I date want a good time. Most of these ladies want to be wined and dined and I don't get much else out of it. Maybe it is because when they hear I am a dentist, dollar signs go off. The last woman I was seeing wanted to have me buy a wedding ring after two months of seeing her. I th...
Jack was up early; it was a lovely spring morning; it was the second time that he had cut the grass this year. He had now finished cutting the grass and saw his neighbour Trudy in her garden. He went to the fence and wished her a good morning. Trudy said, "Jack, I have a problem with my lawnmower, I can't get it started, both Tina and Helen have tried it too...
For the last five months, Stephanie and I have continued seeing each other outside of the office. I have tried to convince her to see another dentist; however, she refuses. Our relationship has moved beyond just the sexual. Nonetheless, we really don't go out and about in the town we live. We have gone on weekend getaways and enjoyed many evenings at my home...
A prequel to the Wanda series. Elijah Wilson's parents worked for a wealthy factory owner. Elijah's dad was the personal Chauffer and his mom was the maid. The Wilson's had a little apartment at the back of the house on top of a beautiful hill overlooking the town. Because the factory owner was powerful enough Elijah was able to attend the white school desp...
{continued from part 1. Randy Tucker, age 19 had met Laura, a prostitute in a brothel. She suggested they spend a weekend together in a Phoenix hotel suite. On the first night of the weekend they slept in separate rooms.} In the night, I have no idea what time it was, Laura slid into my bed. Half awake, half asleep, I put my arm around her. It seemed like...
It's all in the way I look at things It's all in the way I look at things; my personal perception of what is appropriate and what is not is what gets me in trouble. Depending on the situation, on the circumstance, and on who I am addressing or, for that matter, who is addressing me, I humbly discovered that sometimes, some things do not always have the same...
This story is not like my other work, this chapter is basically character introduction, mostly because these characters you can’t just throw into bed together. Anyways, this isn’t a quick fix kind of thing; I’m going for something with a little more depth. (Even if this was inspired by the hot roofer that’s been working on my building all week.) Feedback and...
Kate and I caught our collective breath, calming ourselves after the great screw we'd just completed. I looked at her, admired the small and winsome breasts, noticed the seep of cum between her legs, the rosiness of her torso. Of course, my penis was a mess, for that was the source of the muck, and I imagine my skin was just as red with the passionate fricti...
So far Sarah had been distinctly unimpressed by this year's offerings at the festival, as a junior reviewer she was often forced to sit through hours of dreadful student productions of Shakespeare or endless 'experimental theatre' but at least in previous years she had been able to relieve the tedium with a good shag at the end of the day, the two occasions...
Bernice was a writer. She wrote erotic stories as a hobby. Often, she received mail from her readers asking about her personal life and if she wrote from experience. She sat staring blankly at her computer screen, thinking about an email she had just read. The person had written, "Dear Hottie, I bet you like it in the ass. I'd be more then happy to stick my...