In my mid-40s I thought I had done it all. My sex life started early. At a very young age I had fucked with a girl a few years older than me. She would come to my house. We would go underneath the house, actually, in a crawl space. She would undress, lay on her back or get on her knees, and I would kiss and lick her pussy and stick my dick in her. Or she wou...
Passion In James County X Badge of Dishonor By D.C. Roi Chapter twenty-five Sheriff's Department Sergeant Joan Mills was just turning onto Millis Street when she heard what sounded like shots. She was on her way to make a swing past the little diner where other deputies had spotted Lise Billingham's car, to see if Lise had returned to pick up her car. T...
My friend Dan and his wife Alice are from Europe. He and I often meet for coffee and talk. One time, he mentioned a vacation they took to a beach on the Mediterranean. Immediately I wondered if it was a topless beach. So I blurted out, "So, were you in a speedo and did Alice go topless?" My friend laughed and said it wasn't that kind of a beach, and beside...
This story is fictional, as are all characters and incidences in it. Although this is original work, I make no copyright claims to it. You should feel free to reproduce it as you wish, although appropriate credit where due would be greatly appreciated. -- When she heard him move, she paused in her rising. The morning laid low over their home as she sat...
Quietly he opened the barn door. It was a sunny hot afternoon towards the end of July. His horse, a huge Roman, stirred restlessly in its stall. "Hold on boy I'm coming." Ten minutes later Paden was riding hard across the hills into the now red setting sun. Off to his left and up a small outcropping of rock he spied a glint of light. Pulling back on the rei...
RITES OF PASSAGE (The Slutty Crone) By Aleq de Satyr Intro: I have been involved in many worthwhile endeavors over the years. One of them is Community outreach/adult education programs where I meet and interact with older women, "Cougars" if you will. Predominantly white... They are progressive, radical feminist/activists with an undying desire for a...
We entered my apartment after a matinée at the theater. Melinda had been my lover for a month and we were already discussing whether we should move in together. Despite our obvious differences, after all I was male and she was female, we were compatible in so many ways. Yes, the sex was good but everyday life was even better. After all, we were both intellec...
The Morning After There was something . . . no someone in bed with her. Bailey let one leg stretch slowly out and her toes touched the warm flesh of another. She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering exactly what had happened last night. Had she drunk too much? Perhaps she mixed her allergy medication with a shot of tequila and lime? No, she didn't have a han...
Chapter 3: Bob's Work Bob’s Office November 5, 8:55 a.m. Bob stepped off the elevator at exactly 8:55 a.m., just as he did every morning. His secretary smiled to herself. She could set her watch to him. He was a good-looking man, blonde with blue eyes. His body was firm, and he was obviously very dedicated to his work. ‘But,’ she thought, ‘there is somethi...
I do more with my lady friends than just make love although I do a lot of that too. Last week, for instance, Heather called me and asked me to go house hunting with her. This was surprising to me because she is single and has never expressed any interest in owning a house, always seeming perfectly happy in her own small apartment. Heather is a terrible house...