"Fuck me, those are the biggest tits in the world." Russell Nolan didn't know what to say. He sat there and stared at the blonde stripper, his mouth agape. They were balloons. That was the only description that seemed apt. The girl had stepped out on stage with two large, flesh-coloured balloons attached to her chest. Dark pink nipples wobbled at the centr...
I stepped in the house to find my father sitting in the large armchair with a pipe in his mouth. My father wasn't really a smoker. He only did it when he was stressing, and most of the time it was because of me. "It's nearly nine o'clock. Where have you been?" My father's baritone voice asked calmly. I knew this was only the calm before the storm. There wou...
Chapter 1 We'd been going together long enough that I had a premonition about what arriving home from work on a Friday evening might entail. Thus, when I came in the front door after parking in the driveway, I made sure that no neighbors had a line of sight into the house. KC was perched on the small credenza just inside the front door. She was nude except...
"Morning, Sunshine," my too chipper cube mate greeted me in the morning. "Hi there. What's up this fine morning?" I asked. I figured we were still playing by the 'what happens at stays at home' rules. You see, I discovered my neighbor Danni, who had an exhibitionist streak a mile wide, was my new coworker. So, while we might hang out naked and talk about s...
I don't know how it happened. It was beyond my wildest dreams. My wife and I were on vacation at a well known all inclusive resort in the Caribbean and we had been drinking since noon. We had done shots at the swim up bar with Harold the bartender and we had ingested far more alcohol than food but alcohol alone couldn't explain what happened that night. I w...
Note: A follow-up to Plunging Into the Abyss per reader request. Tim If my wife Diane were the sort of spouse that begrudged my passions, that nagged me every time I left the house alone, it wouldn't be as difficult to face her after what I just did over the last twenty-four hours. But she isn't. In fact, while she doesn't share my passion for exercise ge...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is intended for MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains detailed sex scenes with intriguing...
Nineteen years ago, I graduated from high school. We had a small class - only 154 graduates. One hundred fifty three of us marched down the aisle in the school auditorium on that day in early June. The 154th graduate was pregnant and the administration kept her from marching with the rest of us. That was one example of the prevailing culture in the small sou...
The first rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. The second rule of M Club is: You don't talk about M Club. Third rule of M Club: No touching anyone but yourself. Fourth rule: No recording devices. Fifth rule: No clothing below the waist. Sixth rule: If this is your first time at M Club, you must masturbate. * * * Joan held up the ketchup bottle...
I'd just finished lunch on another dull day in my 9-5 job in Bristol, UK when I got the call. My name is Bill, I'm 40 years old, divorced, single and bored. I'm 6'5" tall, with very grey balding hair. I've never been that good looking, but I've improved with age, shall we say. That being said, a little middle-aged-spread didn't help matters. I lacked a certa...