"Tomorrow is the first day of junior year!" my roommate, Ellie, squealed as she threw a cheetah print pillow at my head. I dodged it and rolled over. "Some of us are trying to print our class list and syallabi for tomorrow." I sighed, managing to crack a small grin at her. "You are such a nerd, Abby, nobody brings anything to class on the first day!" she...
I started on my journey to happiness a few years ago when I turned 49 and realized that my life was probably more than half over. My husband and I had become empty nesters after our son and daughter went off and graduated from college and found jobs so they finally moved out of the house. My husband made a six figure salary, so I did not need to work, though...
Day 3 – Recommitment Jack awoke to the most exquisite feeling he'd ever had: Kelli's warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire soft, sensitive cock. He luxuriated in the exotic sensations emanating from below. The molten liquid heat of her saliva. The slippery softness of her tongue manipulating his rod. The promising pressure as his snake expanded to reach the...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This is a flash story. ***** Danny Boudreaux rolled over and shut off the alarm clock before it could rouse Darlene Guidry. Then he snorted. He could light a firecracker and stick it up her ass and it wouldn't rouse the eighteen year o...
Laura sat on the toilet and cried. Joe, her husband, was downstairs on the computer looking for swingers. It was 2am and their yearly love making session was a disaster. She did not cum and could never cum through intercourse. He rushed sex and ruined their time together by confessing his fantasy for other women while he was buried inside her. The thoughts...
Hi everyone, This is the final chapter of Petra. I hope you enjoy it. ****** "If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be" The presenter asked. Petra sat listening to the presentation. She was excited that her coworker invited her to this special meeting at first, but now she was just uncomfortable. Everyone had an answer, but n...
This story is based on a true person and an actual conversation (complete with the crudities of language that were expressed and a male centric viewpoint that some might find demeaning to women) that I witnessed. It is a glimpse at a type of individual, which is uncommon, but not rare among human beings. This type of person can be either male or female; they...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. I used to be one of the best players in the elite division hockey team what was the pride of our Scandinavian town. As a hockey star, I got numbers of invitations to all kind of events and I accepted to act as a model in a fashion show. To my great pleasure a very handsome blonde girl and I were to be a bride an...
A few years back, there was a popular country song about how songs could trigger memories for people. I remember thinking at the time how true that was, and could rattle off a dozen examples of how a particular song would stimulate a memory, usually involving either a woman or a meal ( I like to eat, so shoot me). I didn't really appreciate the song's messag...
Walter Winston, who went by other names depending on the person and the situation, cracked open his eyes in response to the buzz of his alarm clock. With an exaggerated grunt he rolled from his side to his back, quickly tenting the sheets with his 'morning wood'. His wife, Margaret, snuggled in tight and in a drowsy voice said, "are you sure you really need...