It's not pleasant growing old. They tell you when you retire from work that you can relax into your twilight years, and see out your days in peace and tranquillity. Well, I'm – let's say 70-something – now, and ever since I left the job I'd loved for over 40 years, lecturing in Classical Mythology at Girton College, Cambridge, my life has been in a constant...
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Coleman Banks placed two hard-poached eggs on an unbuttered piece of lightly toasted multi-grain bread. He shook on salt, pressed on the top piece of toast spread with peanut butter both sides, finished his milk and ate his breakfast standing up, watching the clock. Sometimes the filling was a sliced sausage, a fillet of leftover baked fish or a chunk of ba...
Steve lay on his bed, naked, reading a rather racy and humorous paperback concerning the exploits of a reluctant philanderer. Steve was waiting for his wife to emerge from the bathroom. When she did, he looked up expectantly, his cheerful and ever hopeful erection only causing her to sigh in mock despair, hands on hips of her stunning and equally naked body....
The name is Raul Foreman. A big and tall, caramel-skinned young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Saint Francis University's School of Business. I'm only one semester away from getting my Master's degree in Business Administration. And to be honest, I can't wait. I've been at the school for six years now. Did all my undergra...
Kris had gotten hungry while he was out, and being a little indecisive about food, he decided the best thing to do would be to hit the buffet and just have a bit of what he liked the look of, and make life easier for himself. He didn't really like going to the buffet alone. It made him feel alone, especially as whenever he went on his own, he seemed to be th...
The sound of a blaring car horn shattering the still morning air prematurely ended my exotic wet dream of sex starved nymphs pampering my aged torso with gleeful abandon. Didn't have many of these dream at my age, and silently cursed the owner of the blaring horn knowing it would be highly unlikely to recapture the erotic sensations. Vivian, my trusted compa...
White husbands: I need a moment of your time. I need you to set aside whatever else you have going on and give me your full attention. You won't regret it. Find some privacy. A bedroom. A back room. Close your office door, whatever. You need to be able to focus entirely, away from distraction. First, get naked. No clothes allowed here. Second, get comforta...
I always thought I was a fairly typical guy. I'm a fireman, in a relationship with Melinda, my high school sweetheart. A short curvy blond with chin-length hair and brown eyes. Went to the local community college. Had a chance to study abroad in my junior year, so after struggling through a Spanish immersion class, I spent a semester in Argentina. While in...
1. This really gorgeous hunk of a guy is kneeling between my knees. I look down at him as I lay on the bed and see him staring at my pussy with a lustful smile on his face. I spread my legs even further, inviting him to do whatever he desires. He licks his lips as he starts to lean forward, still staring at where his mouth is heading . . . I see a framed p...