A much older man with a much younger woman Surely, you've seen them together, especially at casinos, in restaurants, in bars, and on the beach, much older men with much younger women. With the baby boomers getting older and the top 1% having all the money, it's not a rarity to see much older men with much younger women. No doubt, wishing you could have sex...
I sat in a hard wooden chair watching her dance on stage, she looked young, like nineteen, or twenty; slim and blonde. She moved about in a lazy fashion; I was certain there would be no fancy pole show for me that day. I wasn't quite sure how I ended up in this second rate strip club here in Paris. A few days before I was a Dutch soldier working at the Mult...
Marlene Irate divorcee Luis Bennett (38), of Joliet, Illinois, looked at the cowering man with a swelling eye and nose bleed and turned to the nude woman on the marital bed and scowled, "You told me your husband would be late home." Marlene, with semen drying on her belly, whimpered, "He told me he'd be home by midnight; I had no idea he was hiding here on...
I do a fair amount of traveling and like many guys I have a picture of my wife on my laptop to remind me of her when I'm away from home. It's not the kind of picture, however, that I would use as wallpaper or a screen saver. It's a photo for my own private viewing. In the photo, Anne is reclining on a leather couch wearing a lacy black bra which barely cove...
"Polly, we have a candidate for the mailroom, darling." Pierson Albemarle Upshur IV was distressed. Certainly he went by "Polly" at home when Brie had him in his garter belt and stockings, but at work he was supposed to be a name partner and be called "Piers" if not "Mister Upshur" It was distressing enough that Piers was leaving the firm that his father "...
Hello! This story is about a hard, passionate husband -- a trope that has inspired me many lonely nights. There's something about the idea of control and authority that husbands have (had) over their wives that makes me a bit weak in the knees. Be aware: This one is a little longer in the preamble and might get expanded with additional chapters in the future...
Sunset in the Mojave. Next to their battered Wagoneer, my friends Barry and Marta squat on their hams finishing the dinner dishes - scraping the remains of my notorious pineapple venison chili onto a sun-burnished rock. Tomorrow the ants will have a feast. Marta's friend Wendy, a woman I'd never met until this morning, kneels near our small fire a few yards...
Ch: 02 Who said it doesn't get any better than this? The Second of Three Chapters. I wasn't going to be late for my meeting with Molly. If I had to sit in the parking lot until 7:29, I wanted to make an entrance that she wouldn't forget. She threw me out like yesterday's newspaper and I wanted her to see what she had created. I secretly hoped she would be...
"Drew, you're home. Christ I've missed you." Sue threw her arms around her husband before he could even put down his bag. She pressed her body against the tall man and pulled his mouth to hers. Finally pulling back, Drew looked at the object of his fantasies for the last month, "God, Baby. I've missed you, missed that. Missed a few more things, come to thin...
This is a very sad story. There is a lot of pain and nothing else. This is not erotica! * As I walked up to the front door I was greeted by me of thirty years ago. One look at the face and I was seeing myself as I used to look when I was 25. "Dad, why haven't you replied to any of my mails?" Roger asked as I stepped up the staircase to open the gate. "I...