Hunting season was almost over. One more day. I had guided so damn many city slickers this year, I was looking forward to some rest and quiet. Not having to answer stupid question or trying to stop them from shooting themselves or someone else had been hell. I'm somewhat of a loner anyway. Crowds bother me. Make me feel trapped, almost suffocating. The last...
Cecily Legler Strong sped her heels against the pavement, racing up midtown to Studio H. With each stride, her full cups bounced along her dress, a catsuit of sorts, all skintight and sheen. Those long, toned gazelle legs pounded the pavement, kicking up chunks. She skipped to her own beat, her milfy crow's feet puckering with childlike glee. Today was hers!...
Ted had been out of town on business for some time. He got back into town last night, so I was looking forward to our Saturday Cribbage game. Debbie came out of the bathroom Saturday morning wearing the white swim suit cover up robe I had gotten for her. It was immediately obvious she had nothing else on. Blushing as usual she kissed me on the cheek and ga...
The kitchen was bustling with activity as we boiled spaghetti, cooked the sauce, tossed a salad and baked some garlic bread. It was a meal that would have gone well with a nice red wine, but there was no alcohol permitted at The Farm. As usual, the meal was a loud and raucous affair, during which I shared a few knowing looks with Denise, Maryann and Sarah, b...
Notice: If you don't like unfaithful wives and permissive husbands, please do not read this. Remember, this is not real. It's all pure fantasy. -------------- A word of explanation: the first part of this is in the voice of Sanjay, the husband. Later, he contacts me, the writer, and my voice takes over from there. -----------------------------------------...
The story that Sandy told us, ended up with as many pairs of damp knickers as any of the other tales. It concerned a group of ladies who lived in Dickin Close, they all, well, with the exception of Josie, had daughters. All were within a year or so of each other, Josie, had a son, Derek, who was causing problems in his sixth form at secondary school. The Se...
"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking" (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) (o )( o) ) (o )( o) They entered the party arm in arm. And as usual he felt a thrill of pride that his wife was the hottest woman there. As usual! Blonde, green-eyed and built like a brick shit-house, Tiffany was dressed to thrill and impress....
Sheila came down the stairs to the playroom followed by Dena and Jean. Sheila had told them while they were cleaning up dinner what might happen. All three were excited about the prospects of what they were going to be commanded to do. Jerry and Brady were waiting for them, sitting in the cushioned chairs, each sipping on their drink of choice. Jerry looke...
A valet -- a young man in his early twenties, at best -- assisted Tracy to her room. Lifting her bags from the valet cart, he let her know to call the valet's desk if she needed further assistance. Thanking him, she slipped a ten-dollar bill into his hand before closing the door behind him. She was sure to drag her manicured nails along the soft, warm flesh...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothi...