Epea tried to adjust herself a little to get more comfortable on the wall. The high relief sculpture of the wall held her cruelly in its grasp. It was the kind of wall that was carved from a single giant piece of stone, the sculpture carved into its face making an ornate and beautiful wall. She looked up to see the strong thin rope that was looped over part...
Note: The author has no connection with any product or company mentioned in this or any other of his stories. Chap 3: Heather After dropping the kids off at school, Gina drove to the Shady Acres Mobile Home Park and pulled up in front of the Quinn's double-wide. She knocked on the door, announced herself and when Heather hailed her, let herself in. "I'm...
As I stood at the sink rinsing our breakfast dishes, I felt Thelma's hand slide along my spine and then in between my legs. "Thanks for the little session last night. As I said, Maggie, that beast in your belly is fighting to get out and, when it does, you are going to be one helluva sex babe. Now, get out of that big city getup you're wearing and put these...
It was a car my wife kept bugging me to sell, but I just couldn't do it, I mean although the car was pushing fifteen years old it had two hundred and ninety-seven thousand miles on it, there was no way I was getting rid of it. You may trade in a car with eighty thousand miles, maybe sell a car with one hundred fifty thousand miles on it, but you don'...
Musa bends his knees and tells me to place that skinny dick against her bottom. Then he lowers her atop my cock. I can't do it! It's just too tight! "Relax Mama." Musa says to her. "Oh Jesus!" she says to you: " They're going to fill both holes!" she goes on, "Oh my god! Oh my God!" "Hey guys. Maybe we'd better back off of the back hole there." You say wit...
Emmet had recently celebrated his eightieth birthday. His beloved wife of fifty-five years lay dying in a hospital bed. I envied their love and loyalty for one another, sometimes thinking it was too good to be true. They were the picture of devotion in the gentle, and now poignant, things they said to one another when together. And I had observed their ho...
As I come through the door I can tell you’ve had a hard day. Just something about the way you’re slumped down in the sofa watching TV. And the fact that my Mustang’s still in the garage with the hood up helped some, too. I kick my heels off and bend down to give you a kiss. “Bad day, hun?” I can’t help but smile as you grumble about the parts not coming in...
Some times what a girl wants is a good solid fuck. He is wearing his faded old coveralls, and only his feet stick out from beneath his current project. The sun is hot and sweat trickles down my back as I sit waiting to hand him a wrench or socket when he needs it. He hums a tune to himself and there isn't another sound in this dusty late-afternoon desert ju...
My name is Fred and I'm a disgusting bastard. At least that was what my last girl friend called me as she threw me out of her house. I guess she's right but I can't help it, for you see I happen to think that a lady's armpit is about the sexiest part of her body. Don't ask me why because I just don't know and although I try to hide my secret it always comes...
Remember that poem about the little girl who 'when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad she was horrid'? That's my Marvin. Simple story. He was insufferable to me and our eight-year-old son. So why did I stay married so many years? Because I have a condition the doctors can't explain. I need sex every day. Often a couple of times a day...