Chapter 1 -Forty Five Years Later I married at a very young age. Spent four years in the Armed Service and produced two wonderful sons. My wife of 45 years decided she wanted a divorce and filed a couple years ago. I moved after taking a new position within my company and my ex moved to be close to our kids and grandkids. After I moved I bought myself a l...
Saturday had started out being a lousy day. Everything I did seemed to drive my mood deeper into the cellar. First thing was that my wife denied my sexual advances. This had been happening for quite some time. Mid afternoon, I had about as much as I could take. I decided I needed a break. I told the wife I was leaving for awhile. "And where are you going?" s...
Who else knows? How could anyone else know? But you're pretty damn sure you do. As you re-read the text I have typed, there is no question in your mind that sharing an online class with me is going to have more sexual innuendos in the weeks ahead. This first reference was guised as an editorial opinion about national policies "that bind us, as if we were han...
He intoxicated her, with little more than his mind. Morning Glory was his name. She had crept out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway. Flicking the switch, she'd felt the excitement rise as she watched the rainbow colours flash across the screen, and listened to the hum of the modem dialling out. Every second was precious, would she catch him, or was tomor...
9 Reluctant to come fully awake, Victria dawdled her way between her subconscious mind and the provocation of her senses. Warm, cozy, her heart beating a lazy rhythm and her lungs filling with the fragrant beckoning of fresh air, Victria luxuriated in her stupor. She felt in motion too; a sensation of torpid rocking, advancing ever forward and side to side....
She wanted one so badly! "But they're all so expensive! The good ones, anyway," she murmured to herself, absentmindedly pressing back a few errant strands of her long, strawberry blonde hair. Numi looked again at its image on the computer screen. Her eyes, in some lighting situations taking on the color of rich, warm honey, traced the contours of the devi...
I was only about 18 or so at the time, but I was insatiably curious. I'd found my dad's stash of porn months before and was regularly fingering myself to climax after climax while reading the stories. More than a few of them mentioned "adult book stores" and "glory holes" and I found the idea so very erotic. Imagine having cock after nameless cock at my disp...
The new studs name is William. April loves me but lusts after Williams' 12" black shaft. April says he is a better lover than Victor because he doesn't have Victors temper. They fuck at least 3 times a week, more than I get to fuck her, and I'm her husband. Oh well, that's what you get when your wife is addicted to black cock. I don't mind this as I still...
I guess you could say I have been lucky. I have always lived near an adult bookstore with glory hole booths in the back. As often as not, when I visit one, I am disappointed. It seems that most of the guys who go there are there for the same reason I am; to suck cock for cum. I guess it makes sense. I just wish more guys would go just to get off. I don't get...
Jim had been busy with his work commitments, so Jen had a few days to fill before a next session could be arranged. Jim apologised for not being free to organise anything but Jen told him not to worry, a few days would do her good and make her enjoy their next adventure even more. She filled her time mainly with reading, something which she had always enjoy...