Shelly smiled and snuggled down into the blankets. Her pussy was still tingling from the dream she had just had. Wow, she thought, it would be so hot to have sex with Rob and Peter at the same time. Shelly rolled over and hugged the warm body beside her. Her hands played over his chest, her fingers searching for the tuft of hair in the middle. When she fail...
Note to readers: this is my entry into the National Nude Day Contest. All individuals having sex are over the age of 18. Please vote with stars if you like it. Comments are welcome and encouraged if you really, really like it. ************************* Laurel Creek Journal, July 2, 1993: I'm not sure if it was the panties, or the laughter, or the backpack...
This is dedicated to the friends of the guy or gal... There is no sex in this story. I edited it myself, so blame me. When I walked into the bar, Hank, Phil and Wes waved at me a little less enthusiastically then the first time I had walked in an hour or so ago. A waitress gathered Reggie's mug and plate of wings. They were laughing at something or another...
It was mid afternoon when Harold my husband spotted the ideal place to pull in. We had just passed a line of cliffs and coming to a bend in the river we saw the wide sandbar. We went to the upstream side of the bar where the water was deeper and took the houseboat into the bank. We ground onto the sandy bottom and went ashore to tie up. The advantage of th...
Author's Note: This essay was originally published in The Hatchet: The Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies. It develops a theory proposed by writer and cook David Lee Dickerson. Although the author does not necessarily subscribe to Dickerson's theory, she takes his position to elaborate upon it. The Hatchet allows an author to submit pieces it has published els...
I woke up feeling Karen's nude body lying next to mine, the night before was wild and erotic watching my bride of twenty seven years fuck two of my oldest friends. It had fulfilled her fantasy of having multiple partners and answered the question we both had, would I be jealous watching. Like many late boomers, we had caught the end of the sexual revolutio...
I'm the luckiest man alive. Yes sir! I've been married to Pamela for ten years, live in Homestead, Florida, and earn my living as a fishing guide, based in Key Largo. The reason that we live in Homestead is that Pam wants to stay in civilization, within driving distance of Miami, with its shows, shopping and her job at Tuthil & Tuthil Engineers. Pam pisses a...
Autumn had been dating Mike for only a few weeks. It started off innocent enough with a couple of dinner dates, a concert, and just hanging with friends. But things have a habit of getting more serious and she liked him a lot. As spring was about to turn into summer, Mike invited Autumn to go out fishing with him on his boat. They would only be going out in...
After all of the emotional strife he had been through in his early life, all of the physical pain he had gone through, and still did, from his accident. His biggest fear was, that his wife would cheat on him. He trusted her, but as pretty as she was, and all of the guys hitting on her all of the time, he didn't trust them. Brad thought about that old Dr. H...
I looked around the room taking in the chair sitting on the floor in the middle of the room and the eight smiling faces looking back at me. Promise or no promise I had absolutely no business being there. I was a married woman with three kids and not some young, hard-bodied stripper and when the call came I initially said no. And then Gary had pissed me off a...