In "Loving Rita," I and Rita, my 58 years old neighbor on Lake Lausanne became lovers. In Ch. 2, Maria and Brian became lovers. In this story, Lucy, Rita’s friend is loved by young Joey, and Rita and I love each other. I thank readers Sam and Sporty for suggestions. Hope you enjoy this story; please don't forget to vote. Thanks. Andru. Chapter 3: Lucky Joey...
I'm waiting in the living room when you return from work. As you close the door behind you, you feel something in the air. Something different. Something charged. The place is totally silent except for a faint noise. It tickles the back of your brain. It's familiar. And comforting. A sound you know well and love. Your cock twitches. It knows this sound. I...
Notice to the reader: This isn't my normal type of story. If you're wanting or expecting a "torch the bitch" story, please, don't bother to continue. This one could've gone into several categories, and finally I just picked the one I thought fit best. Should you still decide to read this, I hope you enjoy it. As usual, there is very little sex, but a differ...
The cries of two people in the throes of passion served as the harmony, while the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh provided the frantic rhythm. The musky scent of sex and sweat lingered in the air. The woman straddled her legs across the muscular man's waist, riding the large phallus. His cock glistened with her juices in the ambient lighting as it...
Dear Dirty Diary, About a month and a half had passed since my New Year's Day love fest. Like most women, I seem to have an immense capacity for storing up sexual rapture, brought on by a good, solid orgasm. Louise and I had only exchanged pleasantries and non-sexual chitchat since. Perhaps an underlying guilt on my part had also cooled my sexual desires so...
After Claire and Rick had made love once more Claire got up because she heard a cat mewing. She went downstairs to open the back door and let it in and stared out into the night. There was only a rather thin layer of snow; the snow dunes she had hoped for had not materialized and the night was cold and clear again. She shook her head. There would be no way t...
This story takes a slightly different turn from Part One and Two. It deals more with the aftermath on how Rachel's husband Tim deals with finding out the truth of what has gone on with his wife, along with a plot twist for future installments. To better understand I recommend reading both parts one and two before this installment. * Tim watched in silence...
The fact that I feel silly walking up out of the subway wearing a kimono bothers me. I am neither a woman who feels silly nor one who dresses for the benefit of others. The present falsity of both of those facts proves that I am not, as I also believe I am, a woman who does not make mistakes. I further find error in that belief as well because today I act to...
================ Sisters work it out, Amie plays well in small groups, and Beth's Virgin ass, finally! ================ Any hopes I had of sleeping in were destroyed with the cacophonous pounding. I looked over at my alarm clock and growled when I saw it was a few minutes past 9. Heathens. As the pounding continued, I knew I'd get no more rest. I str...
There was something restless and reckless in the wicked storms that plagued our town that summer. The heat built up throughout the day until unleashing violent bursts of thunder, wind and rain. When it burned itself out, it left us basting in a steamy night. After a couple of months, everyone was on edge. I was eighteen, tall and lanky but filling out from...