I know, I know... it's such a cliché. Bored older married woman seduces hot young sexually naive man. It's been played out before, a million times. There's even a word for it now... Cougar. Urgh! Just the very connotation of it upsets me. Like I hunted him down like prey for my own amusement. It wasn't like that. It wasn't like that at all. Firstly, I am no...
Hi Folks, Thanks for the reaction to last week's story. The weird thing was that although the story got the usual number of comments, between Friday and Sunday, I got more than four hundred e-mails most just wanted to know where they could find the rejected story from the previous week, but a lot of them just wanted to talk about cars or stories or whatever....
When I walk into the room, I notice you immediately, sitting alone by the bar, looking deliciously sexy and provocative as you perch on your stool, daintily sipping your drink. I take in the gentle swell of your pert little breasts under your blouse, your nipples pushing against the silky fabric, and I think how nice it would be to suck and nibble them, maki...
After leaving Keith’s office I spent the afternoon piddling away the day with Debbie. If she was embarrassed about watching Keith and I that morning it certainly didn’t show. I highly suspected that she didn’t know I had seen her. What I knew for absolute certain was she liked to watch. She was number one on my list as being the peeper behind the curtains la...
It is great, to wake up next to Chris, even though it is because of Alem-Tsehay's crying. It is not so great to find out she has wet herself. It must be because Chris is lying in between us—I didn't have contact with her—that this could happen. Chris also wakes up, and although he doesn't say, I can clearly see he's annoyed by the wetness next, and perha...
After twenty years of marriage, you can read the signs. Cynthia was preoccupied much of the time. She had to work late a several times a month. Her interest in her family seemed perfunctory, at best. I had hoped it was a phase, a chemical, or hormonal thing women go through. After a few months of hoping, I decided it was time to learn the truth, regardless o...
This is a story about female domination and male submission. This is a fictional work. The characters and description of events are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older. ***** Chapter One It was my junior year of college. It was our first day back. Fall in the Northeast...
I'm a breast man, always have been. I especially love a nice pair of tits on a woman of some maturity, tits that have some experience, nipples that have suckled babies, nipples with dark areolae that swell and wrinkle to the touch. The size of the breasts are less important than the sensitivity. I love a woman who gets excited by extended breast play. I actu...
Hell, I was going to have to change that ring tone. Plus, who the hell was calling me in the middle of the night? I must have left my phone in my bag, and had to fumble in the dark for it. "Hello?" "Look out your window Anne." That voice, there was no way I could forget that voice. I knew he was in town for a gig, and after those phone calls a couple week...
Kate had given me another mind shattering blowjob before the end of the night. She literally sucked the life out of me – first thing I knew it was next morning and she was gone, and I was still spread out on the sofa, naked. Except for my bra, fake tits and wig... As I got dressed for work (hastily removing the lipstick), there hanging in the wardrobe next...