Author's Note: It has been ten years since I've written a story, let alone my first attempt at erotica, so please bear with me through this fictional tale. There are so many alternate endings for this, it was next to impossible to choose one. Enjoy. ***** It had been a long, relaxing week spent house sitting at the McCarthy household. At forty five years o...
A Couple of weeks had passed since her life changing visit to France, (See 'Jenny, John and Nicole') Nicole was now back at home with her father and step-mother. I shall let Nicole continue the story in her own words: * Everything I said about John and Jenny at the beginning of the summer, I take it all back! They are so cool! When I got back home Chris w...
Jim and Laura had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary with two glasses of wine, a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then the night ended the same as it always did, with TV and Laura going to bed about nine o'clock, which she did most nights. Jim was left with the thought that maybe on a special occasion such as this, he would make love to his wife of...
Chris was worried, he could see the train coming but there was no sign of Joanne. The train pulled in and stopped. Chris got on and had a last look down the platform. She wasn't there. His phone indicated a text. 'Missed train, but more important missed u XX' He text back: 'missed u 2. Will phone later XX' It felt really strange being on the train on hi...
Chapter 2: The Chapel I was done for the day. I had just marked some freshman papers, and I was getting a hard on, dreaming about fucking Martha, my girlfriend's mother again. I'd fucked her 4 times in the past month, and this affair didn't look like it was going to end any time soon. I would rather have Martha as my lover than Susan, but I couldn't very we...
Irene O'Reilly was working up a good sweat on her daily five-mile run through town. The 61-year-old white-haired beauty loved her runs, particularly on Saturday when she could take her time and not worry about rushing to work as a school principal. She was tall, five-eight, willowy at an athletic 130 pounds, all arms and legs pumping swiftly as she ran the...
Joyce, my 30 year old wife, always had a great ass. Firmly rounded, extremely hard from her daily workouts, just right in size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for the best players on the soccer team I coached. Joyce, a Scandinavian blonde of 6...
It was warm as it often is in late September along the Florida Gulf Coat, but not hot. And at 2 p.m., just like clockwork, she was going about her ritual. It didn't seem to matter whether it was hot, warm or threatening rain, she always did the same thing. And Colin, as usual, was watching her closely. Here was this old woman (Colin figured she was 70 if a...
This is part one of a longer story. Some of this is based on a true story, but names have been changed, and details have been embellished. I hope you enjoy my story. ***** I hated my husband's work events. I didn't know anyone and we were usually the only white people there—he worked at a sports and rap entertainment company. Still, this time was different...
It had been weeks since I'd brought to light my idea of my wife, Suzie, strapping on a big dildo and taking me dressed as Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite. While at first she teased me with possible participation, it never came to be, despite me bringing it up on several occasions. She really didn't care for me dressing up, jealous of my clothing expend...