*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. This is a flash story. ***** Glen Mouton pulled up to the Blanchard home in his brand new full cab pickup truck. This bad boy was loaded with all...
It took me a few weeks to figure out how to pull it off. I wasn't hesitating, scheduling was just a bitch. My husband had come down with the flu, so he was home all the time and I had to play nursemaid. Eventually though, he started feeling well enough to go back to work, and I started working on a plan to get my hands around Coach Barret's big black cock ag...
There we were. Just like every other Friday night since as far back as I can remember all we do is sit around watching TV. It's not like back when we were dating though. Were both a bit older, bigger, and have the kids to worry about, but this weekend it's just us. The kids are at sleepovers, and we're alone at seven on a Friday. "Let's go do something." I...
On a scale of one to ten, she was a twelve. At about 5'8", long blonde hair, and a perfect body; she was something to behold. She was working the booth next to mine, handing out literature to potential customers. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, wanted a piece of literature from her. My name is Dean; I'm twenty-nine, single, and a heavy equipment salesman...
Lisa's introduction to an entirely new way of life happened one day solely by a serendipitous misfortune. She was at a busy mall conducting some personal business when the dominos of happenstance began to fall down around her. It was a chance encounter: an unplanned adventure, not of bad luck or good. Yet as a result, Lisa's life was energized into an entire...
"Oh, that's great." Becky looked in her rear view mirror at the flashing red and blue lights. "That's just fucking great." Becky's day had already been a day from hell. Actually, her whole month had been nothing but stress and chaos. From the outside looking in, Becky seemed to have a great life. She and her husband Bob, were still technically newlyweds, ha...
It was on my mind over dinner. Sex, that is. We agreed to meet for a meal at the pub next door to the Travellodge. I'd downloaded the pics to the laptop, and resisted the urge to masturbate over them. I'd showered and shaved, and changed into evening gear; black shoes, black jeans and a black teeshirt. New batteries in the camera, condoms in my wallet, and I...
As I drove into the parking lot, and noticed the tricked out 1950s low-riders, and the young, tattooed flesh, I immediately felt hot and foolish. My only friend who had an interest in this scene was out-of-town. No one else was crazy enough to come with me. I was totally alone. There was no one my age in sight. Apparently, all I would have in common with th...
Sara opened the door with a hesitant hand, her fingers curving around the edge of the wood, before pushing open enough to fit her slim figure inside. Her dark brown eyes were wide, peering into the room. The cautious movements made her feel like a beginning burglar, trying her best not to actually commit a crime as she stepped through the threshold. There...
Six o'clock in the morning comes way too early anymore, it seems. As I reach over to slam the button on the alarm clock that has been buzzing incessantly for over a minute, my mind somehow manages to override my body's desire to rollover for another 5 minutes. I turn my head for one final glance at my wife's curvaceous form lying hidden beneath the blankets....