{OK, I am rambling here again, I do that quite a bit nowadays. Like I have said before, I am 69 and I will ramble if I want to. I do that when I am writing about things that happened, funny but I don't seem to ramble as much when I am just writing some crap about something supposed to be sexy. Why? Hell, I don't know. Maybe because my life sort of rambles?...
The first firework thrust into the night sky on a pillar of fire and smoke and exploded in an orgasm of orange light. Following on, dozens more, screaming and gasping through the air, spurting streamers of bright colour across the darkness, an onslaught of noise and flashing fire. Siri stood closely behind me as I bent over the controls, my fingers poised r...
It's been some time since I submitted: "Loving Rita." In that story, Chris, a 35 year-old widower is smitten with Rita, his 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne. After her husband died, Rita became Chris's lover. In this story, Chris and Rita continue to love each other. Rita introduces Maria, her 55 years old best friend and a widow, to 40 years old Brian...
Gavin hurried to the office, he wanted to retrieve his missing pants, socks and most importantly Paulas vest and bra. His cock had an appointment with that bra. It would also be a good idea not to leave underwear laying around the office, it tends to beg a few questions. He entered the outer office. "Are you going to manage, without Paulas help," asked Ir...
Warning: This chapter is rated a swap-happy R and contains boobs, bisexual orgies, homosexual orgies (both kinds), traps, gender bending, role reversal, parties, hairy girls, hormones, gold diggers, man-boobs, sexy butts, casual sex-toy wearing, body swaps, body part swaps, sexual positivity, classy escorts, role swaps, clothing swaps, discovery, and a consp...
Astur watched her husband Mohammed eating his breakfast, and hated him knowing the truth finally; that her husband had been cheating on her. The pair of them had moved from Somalia several years earlier to the United Kingdom fleeing the brutal Civil-War and Islamist terrorism. Their lives were happy upon landing in London, and being given a council home. Now...
NOTE: This story is in the 'fetish' category, as bodily fluids and unwashed women are the main topic. But there is also some mild bondage, and a bit of lesbian incest. If that bothers you, you may want to read something else. I have always loved hiking, in particular in the mountains. So when I had a business meeting Thursday and Friday in Colorado, it was...
Chapter 7 Flirting with Disaster "Something smells good," grunted Titus walking into the dining room. "Mmmph," agreed David, chewing his chicken. Beth's smile had left her face as soon as she heard Titus' motorcycle pull up. "Beth cooked me dinner," he said after swallowing. Titus looked down the table. Arrayed on the top was a roast chicken, mashed potat...
The sun was ablaze on the mysterious tropical island, and Jonathan was ambling down the beach admiring the waves. Rocky bluffs on one side, emerald-green water as far as the eye could see on the other, and the sand felt beautifully soft between his toes as he walked alone towards the somewhere he knew but couldn't quite remember. The sound of the waves rang...
St Paul boasted one all-female college: Myra Shrewsbury Teachers' College, its 1890s and Art Deco buildings clad in ivy and set in verdurous grounds. All its staff were women. Busts and portraits of its presidents- bespectacled and ferocious- glowered like female deities of vengeance, arranged in its vestibule, as if to frighten off any creature who dared to...