Thanks for all the encouragement after the first part of the story. You might want to read chapter one to learn how James and Mrs. Williams got to where they are now. Chapter 2 “Please leave it in me. I don’t want you to move. Let me feel you go soft inside me.” Damn. Is this really my mom’s friend saying this too me? Was this the same Mrs. Willia...
Note: This story isn't as graphic as most, but it has the added element of being a true story. No, not a fake true story – a real true story. As you get into it, you can probably see that it's true. It has a little humor (I can't help it), but I know that's not why you read these stories. Actually, it has quite a bit of sexiness to it for a true story, but i...
It had been a while since a woman made me smile. Sure, I could get laid on a fairly regular basis and did. Musicians, even butt ugly ones, usually can get laid. Something about being up front in a band makes panties wet especially if you can sing or play guitar. I do both, even though I play bass. I didn't always play bass though. I can play the drums and st...
Graduation Party Today, as I sit in the crowd of my fellow classmate waiting to receive my high school diploma my mind begins to drift until my row stands breaking my concentration. I follow the girl in front of me stopping on the side of the stage. One by one my classmates get called by name and walk onto the stage to receive their diploma. Fortunately,...
Angie Ch.-1 By Crawl2 A few years ago, just after I turned forty, three of my friends invited me to play in a golf scramble for a local benefit. On the fourth hole stood four young ladies giving away beers and watching to see if anyone hit a hole in one for their car give-a-way. Angie is the only woman I even noticed. I wasn't intentionally being rude to t...
I never liked the opera, but it was that time again. It was time for our annual pilgrimage into the city for some of what Jennifer calls culture. It was time for me to drag my feet and resist... Yeah, like resisting would do any good. I don't know she ever got me to agree to it, but this was the deal I made. One weekend a year, she was completely in charge....
Note from Jake Rivers: This is my seventh semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The most recent invitational included songs written or performed by Willie Nelson. The current effort consists of stories based on song titles that have a weather term in them, such as "Stormy Weather, "Foggy M...
"I can't believe it happened myself!" I said to Jack in self-amazement. "If it really is true, aren't you worried that you're out here on the road and your wife's back home with perhaps even more opportunity to do it again?" Jack was another computer techie like me, out on the road getting shit done for people who didn't have time or inclination to read t...
Not a stroke story. I'm not even sure quite where the idea for this came from, but if something seems to ring a bell with another story, my apologies to the author, although as has been said, plagiarism is the ultimate complement. My name is Tom Moss, and my wife's name is Sara. We have two kids, both off in college, and we have been married for just over 2...
Part II We awoke hours later as dusk was approaching. "Nothing like three years of waiting for sex to make a girl have a great orgasm," she said. "Gee," I said. "I was really hoping that my hot body and superior technique played some role in it." "Oh, Dan, I didn't mean it like that. You were beautiful, are beautiful. You're sweet, you're a great lover...