When it comes to sex and relationships, the general impression I get is that most women think men are pigs. I know this is probably a sweeping generalization, but, like I said, it's my impression, which, admittedly, has been influenced by the media and conversations I've overheard. One day not too long ago, I stopped to consider if I would classify myself as...
Author's Note: These stories are hard to categorize... voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, quasi-threesome with bi overtones and a hot wife. lol. ----------------- Smiling up from between my legs, she ran her tongue sensuously along my shaft, licking her own juices from my cock. "Now, give yourself a minute to calm down, and then tell me how you got '...
It had been nearly six months since the split and I was starting to recover my sanity. I was fifty two and single again, but for the first time in a while I was starting to see a future -- a way forward, maybe even a new relationship. Still, the memory of that final night with her remained vivid and painful. With both our kids through university and living...
"It is indeed very unladylike not to share, Alex. You have had those two handsome men all to yourself! It seems you are partial to the Red Speedo one. The least you could do is introduce me to Tattoo!" I was braced to be punished, to be fired in disgrace. It took me a minute to grasp this new twist. It seemed I could not only have Davis, but I could keep my...
She loved watching him masturbate. The way he looked with his hand wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it up and down, never failed to arouse her. Just thinking about it now made her nipples stiffen and that warm familiar feeling of wetness begin between her legs. She shifted in her chair and rubbed her thighs together creating a bit of friction that only...
"I really am just aching for your cock today sir," Silk said and stretched in bed. A few moments before, she had opened her eyes to find him pulling the curtains of her window open with one sweeping gesture to let the sunshine in. "I see the sunshine and frosty morning air has set your blood dancing," he smiled, looking down at her, before opening the win...
"Mestre Damaso?" I stood before the cave, my hands folded. I ignored the wind and the cold, my head bent down a little out of respect for the spirits that I might cross. The moon was just barely a sliver in the sky, and I hoped that I didn't come too early. I waited a bit and heard nothing. Perhaps my voice was too soft for him to hear. I patted the edge o...
Inspired by a remark from my 'little sister'. My grateful thanks to evanslily for her time and patience, and her editing skills. As always, the good stuff is due to her, the mistakes are mine. ALLIE The Piccadilly line in the middle of the morning is hardly the Road to Damascus, and yet the premonition that morning was no less apocalyptic in my life. The...
It was a warm summers evening, the French windows to the balcony, which over looked the loch, were wide open, climbing all round the outside was honeysuckle, the scent from which wafted in to the room on the slight breeze. Inside the sumptuous apartment, Richard and Susan were seated opposite each other at a table eating a light supper. It had been a busy da...
My name is Jack and I am 19 years old. My 23 year old friend Mimi came to my house to spend a weekend and her 44 year old mother Mary came to spend some time with my parents. The following occurs during that time. I am sitting at my computer and listening to music as I see Mary walk into my bedroom wearing a short t-shirt that just covers her FF breasts and...