I'm 38 years old. I sing in the choir at our church. The choir is a relatively small choir; our church is a small country church. We have, however, a very accomplished organist and a highly talented Choir Director. The Choir Director is probably in her mid-sixties; she's been running the choir for close to forty years. I find her to be very attractive. She...
The following is an adult story, based on actual events. It is ONLY to be read by individuals 18 years of age or older. Names and locations have been changed for the protection of the people involved. * Since his hair had obviously not been trimmed for a while, it tickled the tip of Ann's nose every time she slid her mouth down the length of his shaft. She...
It's a gray old morning typical of winter in Melbourne, you miss the sun but that's just how it is. I'd hate it in some ways if it wasn't like this, the constant sunshine and heat in the tropics isn't my scene, I love having four seasons. With the seasons comes the variety, the change in mood, the change in activities and most importantly, the change in what...
As we advanced through Italy, our regiment always came across houses that had to be checked for enemy Soldiers. We camped out doors so anyone who was lucky enough to flush out homes was more that happy to go. We faced little resistance from a burnt out army. I was a squadron leader and I got to flush the homes out and take a couple fellow soldiers with me. M...
Jack Baker took his time leaving his seat in church after the service ended. He and his lovely wife Nancy always made a point of having a few words with Pastor Bob before going home. The sermon had been about marital fidelity. Though the couple wasn't named, everyone knew it was about the Hansens and their recent divorce. Sarah Hansen had been seen at a hote...
Just a little story I wrote my hot wife trying to get her in the mood one day. Mornings always suck after drinking too much the night before. The margaritas had their usual effect on you - loosening you up and making everyone else in a jovial mood. You had gone out last night with your husband, his best friend, and his female friend in from out of town. A...
Everyone has that someone, that special someone, that person who no matter how much you know you can never be with is the one you just have to fuck. In my own case what makes it particularly interesting is the feisty little fact of knowing that this, my special forbidden someone, wanted to fuck me to. The chemistry between us was electric, on nights out with...
She was pressed against the wall. He had one hand pinching her right nipple hard, the left was down below. He had reached under her short skirt only to find that she had no panties on. He was vigorously finger her, focusing on her clit while reaching deeper and deeper inside her, drawing out her juices to spread them around her lips. She felt her wetness in...
After reading Redlyte "it's my all my fault" I sat there pissed. She does all this to her husband and wants to stay married. I don't know what Redlyte had planned but I would want to kill the bitch. * I guess life is what we make of it. I am finally healing after all the time I spent in the hospital over what later turned out to be an unprovoked attack by...
Some years ago, I visited Barcelona. It was a terrific trip, and I enjoyed walking late at night down the Ramblas, taking in the sights and smells. In particular, I was fascinated by the live statues that we encountered. Young men and women would paint themselves the color of marble or bronze and strike poses reminiscent of classical Greek sculpture. They we...