"Would you like to play a game?" appeared on her phone. "Number unknown," flashed on her phone. Her automatic response took over and she swiped the "decline" icon. The next morning, while at work, her phone buzzed, "Would you like to play a game?" She was buried in tedious paperwork, a typical day when you are a junior accountant. Bored out of her mind,...
I checked my phone again. She was five minutes late. I sighed but tried to be patient; not all girls are as anal about punctuality as I am. Plus, I suspected, she was a virus girl so she almost certainly had more to worry about than me. I wondered idly which strain she had. The cafe's door chimed, and I looked up. The biggest pair of tits I'd ever seen in...
My wife, Brenda, and I decided to finally go ahead and do it. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah? Are you?" she countered. "Yeah. Let's go for it." "It" was a threesome. Neither she nor I had ever experienced one before. I had never even come close, not that she had. It's just because I had no other partners before I met Brenda. We have been married for...
Copyright © 2014 Sometimes, when I'm working on a long, in-depth story, I get so engrossed that I need to take a mental hiatus. It's usually during one of these cerebral breaks that I come up a short flash story. "Continental Divide," and "He Said No," are two such stories. This is but another. There is no sex so if that's what floats your boat you'll proba...
For such a beautiful woman, my wife is ugly as hell when she's about to cum. That was what I was thinking only moments before this shit all started. I was on top of her, doing what we do. I loved watching her as we fucked. I loved the sight of her big old titties flopping back and forth as her body strained under my actions. I got an evil smile on my fac...
Note: This story is not a trilogy of erotic tales, but instead, a tale of three people who share three erotic encounters... I do hope you all enjoy! ***** -one- "FIRE" I was jealous when my twin brother John told me he had a girlfriend. John was mine, and I didn't want to share him. I couldn't tell him that, of course. I was the fast girl during high sch...
'I'm going out to work on the truck!' The screen door slammed shut behind his shouted words. Sara peeked out the kitchen window to see her husband grab his toolbox and crawl under the big black truck. He was so proud of that thing. It was a 76 Jimmy 4X4, complete with a lift kit that raised the truck so high that she needed a milk crate to climb into it or...
By GeorgeAnderson, based on characters and a sketch by stev2244. Thanks to stev2244 for letting me use his ideas. Thanks to BlackRandl1958 for beta-reading, copy-editing, encouragement, and friendship. She's great at all of it. Thanks to both of them for liking the result: it means a lot to me. This story contains no lurid sex scenes, no Navy SEALs or Army...
For Roxanne, with grateful thanks for bringing my muse back home. I suppose you could say it started with a kiss. Yes, that was it, with a kiss. But not the warm lips, soft murmurs, and low-light romance kind of kiss. That came later. No, it was the kiss of fender against fender, and the tortured squeal of tires on tarmac in harsh daylight. It was a warm d...
I remember what started it. I was standing in the kitchen, staring at a pile of dirty dishes, late on a Saturday morning. Little serving plates and wine glasses had been stacked haphazardly in both of the big stainless steel tubs and had spilled over onto the island's countertop, bits of food still clinging to many of them. Every bit of counter space around...