Sometimes change in a woman's life path means a change in our most intimate sexual being. This time that change started with the most unlikely person. My Pastors Wife. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and not so purely coincidental! All characters are over the age of 18. As this is my first story submission, al...
Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. --------- The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living or fictional is coincidental. --------- OMFG! Have you ever done something...
Judy and I are both in our late forties and so we're not exactly spring chickens, but Judy is as slim and gorgeous as the day we met and that was getting on for thirty years ago. She's tall too, only an inch shorter than me, with the sort of willowy figure that exudes sex appeal. During our years together we've built a solid and satisfying sex life about whi...
This story is based on actual events in the lives of my wife and me, with very little embellishment. What works for our lives may not work for yours, and that's fine. I hope you enjoy. I'm hoping this falls into the "Loving Wives" category, and any future installments would definitely be put there. ********** I met my wife my final year of college. She sta...
I entered the apartment carefully, fully expecting a handful of kitchen knives to fly across the room towards me. Susan ran towards me and kissed me strongly. So far so good. She seemed in a surprisingly good mood. 'Well,' she said, 'Did you fuck her up the arse as I told you to?' I managed a rueful laugh and said 'No.' That the conversation and the rejoi...
I woke up the next morning feeling sore but strangely refreshed, especially after a late night of deep thoughts and sorting through a ton of feelings. I stretched, still naked in bed, and ran my hands over my body, remembering last night's pleasure and wincing as they ran over my abused nipples. Kisa, my kitty, was still in bed and chirped awake when I pette...
I awoke about 10:00 the next morning, got dressed and went downstairs to work out in the motel fitness center. An hour later, when I entered the room, Pam was sitting up in the bed, her face in her hands. She was crying. "What's wrong Babe?" I asked. She just shook her head. I moved over to the bed and sat next to her, putting my arm around her and kissi...
Charlie Bigg's big black right hand gently pushed on the small of Kiki's little back, bared in the revealing satin dress, as he guided her through the evening crowd around the dance floor and toward the door to the VIP rooms. Charlie looked natty, in a very expensive, very dark green suit that perfectly suited his deep coffee complexion and a pink shirt that...
The window blinds were still open, but someone had closed the door. I opened it and stepped outside. I was nude, outdoors, and in public for the first time. Eric walked out beside me, held my hand, and we walked to the gallery together. A couple turning from the parking lot to the courtyard saw us, and across the side street in the art supply parking lot, an...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* On a Friday...