I should explain at once that my thirty-year-old wife and I really, really enjoy fucking one another. In fact, conjugal sex accounts for about ninety-eight percent of our erotic life. The other two percent is what I like to write about, though. Some of this is fairly innocent -- for example when Nancy "accidentally" displays her body to other men while I wat...
Rodney was quaking, in that little change booth, Miss Newbold before him, his socks and moccasins discarded. And his fingers shook as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. He was being made to strip. In front of this sales lady with the long nose, glasses, black dress. He shook as he fumbled. All his funny feelings flooded back. Those secret thoughts abo...
*** Carol the Prude My ex-wife Carol was a beautiful, shapely young blonde woman who really filled out her "C" cup bra. Much to my dismay, she never wore anything to accent her great rack or her long sexy legs and perfect butt. I would have preferred she at least wear something that might show some cleavage and a hint of those great globes. The only time...
"Turn away from me and look over your shoulder." "Unclip your bra, let the ends fall apart." "Turn and face me, slip one of the straps, the left one, off your shoulder and let it dangle down your arm." "Put your hands on your head and slip your fingers into your hair." "Keep the bra on by the cups sticking to your boobs." "Now, pull one cup off. No not...
I found my new teaching job challenging and pleasing. As a fine arts instructor in a regional arts high school I was happy to be where I was at 35 years old. I was single and unattached at the time and art teaching jobs were hard to find. There were two other art teachers in the department. Steve, a graphic arts specialist, was a little older than I and Lucy...
Tricia was dining, in the nude, at an expensive restaurant with her intriguing new lover, and talented artist, Nigel, in chapter seven. The story continues; He laughed, teasing my upper leg. I giggled along with Nigel, sliding my bottom forward to meet his wandering feet, feeling playful again, beginning to enjoy behaving like a wanton slut for him. He seem...
Prologue: The below narrative is a chronological follow-on to About Last Night, but it isn't necessary to read it prior to since they are pretty much stand alone stories. And while not much sex actually takes place, I felt it was still worth sharing for those of you who have been following the series relative to Brenda's sexual awakening. As always, comme...
After losing my job, I had enough saved up to not panic immediately. Instead I took a little time to have some fun and started taking odd jobs to help pay for extras. I was able to get one at the local junior college art department: good pay and work in only one class for just a couple hours of time. I couldn't believe no one else wanted such a position; who...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...
The implication of her neighbour's question was obvious - "Does anyone else wish to pose with Sal?" It would not simply be posing nude with Sal: there would be an erection and more. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word. It was an invitation to fuck or be fondled or sucked by Sal - nothing more and nothing less. "Well, if no volunteers, I'll d...