I’d missed the last two years’ balls. The one two years before, when we first learned of Katherine’s cancer, and last year’s shortly after her death. I’d come tonight, my first attempt to keep the promise I’d made her. Katherine made me swear to get on with my life after she was gone. She and all the rest of my friends had said not to mourn her loss more t...
This is the seventeenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter VIII Goddesses are hard to cum by ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his ne...
I had come from a low-income rural family and had studied hard in high school to earn grades good enough to get a scholarship to go to the best university in my state. The first year was boring enough, having to take all those core units was a drag. I was waiting to get into the zoology and history classes, which were part of my double major. But it was in i...
The following is a true story: As Marla and I drove away in our new Sport Utility Vehicle, a few Thursday’s ago, we were reminded of the adventure we had while shopping for the vehicle we just dropped off. I’m Rusty. Marla, my wife of 16 years, and I had a 1996 Ford Explorer Limited that was coming off of a two-year lease back in February of 1998. We talked...
As we both come to a halt in the rest stop, we are fortunate to find it is currently empty. We have barely stopped moving when you are diving for my crotch, hungry to taste cock and cum. Unzipping my shorts and pulling them down to release my rock hard cock, hungrily swallowing it whole, until it hits the back of your throat and you let out a contented sigh....
It began over the years, I have had a few close friends and my wife ask how I got involved in BDSM. Since I was a small boy, age 4 or so, I had fantasies of women bound, with their bare asses revealed to me. I think it might have been from some classic art book I had been exposed to that I don't remember, but that vision has remained clear to this day. The w...
She comes out of the bathroom wearing a blue set of lingerie, and models it for me sexily. I smack her ass as she turns, and wiggles it in front of me. "You're so fucking sexy, Sophie." I breathe, squeezing her ass. "So are you." She says seductively, as she gives me a little lap dance. "Mm, I want to see you in another set you own." I say pinching her....
For a long time we had been playfully talking about the possibilities of swinging if the opportunity presented itself. Much of our bedroom banter and indeed bed time talk included fantasies of what it would be like to involve others into our intimacies. Yet for all the talk, the potential to swing in our environment was apparently next to zero. After all, w...
"Bye sweetie, see you tonight," Cindy said, then kissed me and walked out the door. I gave her a minute. As soon as I saw her car head down the driveway to meet her girlfriend Melissa for a dinner and a movie, I scrambled down to the basement and retrieved my box of toys. I went to the freezer and from its hiding place in the back I grabbed the water bottle...
I put the car in park, turn the key to shut off the engine and take a deep breath to compose myself. The butterflies in my tummy refuse to go away though. Half of my mind is standing off to the side screaming, "What are you doing, girl? AH! Go home where it's safe!" But the other half is loving the anxiety I feel, craving more, craving to be in your presence...