The new house was a dream come true and, believe me, we had needed a change; oh, how we had needed a change. Married for seven years, and it was true; there was a seven-year itch, an itch made that much more intolerable by the fact that it was unscratchable. How could you scratch THAT itch when you loved your wife so much that it was unthinkable? Well, obvio...
There she was again bucking and moaning, but this time she seemed a lot less inhibited than the last time I watched her enjoy herself with another guy. We had not been back to Vegas in a couple years when I watched my hot wife Anna fuck and suck the shit out of a stranger she picked up at Rain, the club at The Palms Casino. We were so excited to be back an...
The two Sholan's were in a small stealth vessel enroute to Billy's farm to get the scout ship. Till the first contact team had shown up nobody on Earth had known the ship existed. Most of the planet had bought the story that Billy had encountered Lt. Verzilon in space but the authorities didn't. Much of that was Billy's fault for modifying his engines and wa...
I sit in my office watching the tiny screens that show me what is going on in the house at all times. I laugh out loud when you notice the time and freak out, totally ignorant to my watching. As I watch, you both scurry to the kitchen and make my drink, spilling coke and looking as if you might either laugh or cry at any moment. Finally, you get it cleaned u...
A mad, moaning wind ripped through me. I felt the ice-cold spines of a thousand frozen hailstones slam against my back. My collar was turned up and hat low. I wandered like a forgotten Russian ghost; alone in the snow and the ice and the desolation of the city. The storm had driven the mad, drunken micks inside. Good. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think....
© 2018 Literocat [group, girl on girl, man on man, oral, anal, swinging, hot wifing, voyeur, exhib, cream pies, & slightly submissive] After a slow, romantic dinner, which pleased Sue's sensibilities, she and I walked the chilly, seedy neighborhood hand in hand. I was more than content with my recent fiancee and her oath of reformation, though I wonder...
by: boy/the alter-ego of NastyPierre Chapter 8: Can't Scratch Every Itch The slap stunned me and left me gurgling in sputters that sprayed from the corners of my mouth. Though I made little sound my eyes overfilled with tears that immediately cascaded down the front of my face. My Mistress smiled when she saw my reaction and when I made no move to escape s...
He was visiting Ingrid, and as always his longing for her almost constricted his throat. He was not an Adonis, but not ugly either, and he had never had much trouble to find women to make love with. But Ingrid was quite a different proposition. She was a beautiful blonde woman of 34 years. She had an attractive, somewhat mischievous face, shining blue eyes,...
NOTE: Do not use the first "Picture Gallery" Chapter - It does not work and I am unable to delete it - If you want the pretty pictures, please feel free to make use of "Picture Gallery (Works, Offsite)" So, as I stated earlier, this is my first attempt at a story (although I have done some role playing so I hope I'm not a total blowhard....
The maddening itch grew worse each day, and Arnold was finally driven to seek relief. He had put it off for as long as he could, fearing the inevitable embarrassment and humiliation associated with revealing his problem, but at last he could stand it no more. He entered the drug store shyly and looked around for the elderly pharmacist who ran the store. The...