Since beginning this series, much has happened to me personally. In real life, my wife, much like Laura, has taken control of our sex life. So, I guess life really does imitate art, sometimes. One day soon, I'll write that true story up. This is the fourth in the series. I'm not going to recap. If you think you need more context, I urge to read the first t...
"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated. "...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly. "Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?" "...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she...
The energy transfer between the flesh of Kim Dudley's wrist and Matt's right hand was nearly atomic as the 18 year old student surveyed his teacher's naked body. His cock soaked in Anna's vaginal juices, it jutted angrily out from his crotch, its head pointing like a balled up fist straight at Mrs. Dudley's gleaming cunt. Kneading his fingertips into the s...
Having reached the age of fifty-five and grown invisible to young women, I find myself reminiscing more and more about my former sex life. It was a good one. The list of women I had intercourse with numbers thirty-six, unless I've forgotten one or two. As I created the list, I realized that more than a third of those were "one-night stands." Seven of those r...
Copyright © 2007 Many thanks to "Techsan" for graciously giving his time and effort to me in editing this and other stories of mine in recent months. As always, I appreciate your excellent support, thanks again, Techsan. Chapter 10 After letting the girls out of the van and escorting them into the warehouse, Tony made a couple of calls to old acquaintan...
My wife Marcie works in a distribution center warehouse. Most of the time she is in the small, air conditioned office of the warehouse where she and her boss maintain inventory and handle problems with retail orders, but several times a day she goes into the warehouse, the only woman out there among 75 or so muscle-bound grunts who handle the physical stock....
I was camping and I was bored. I'd been fishing and hiking and swimming and was pleasantly tired, but it was still early. Far too early to retire for the night. There were a couple of other camps scattered around. Most of them nearer the facilities area but one had been set up slightly further out. Initially I'd thought mine was the outlying campsite, but...
"Fishback, you're next." Wearily, I stood up and trudged to the door of the chamber. There was no need to rush. My masters never bothered to train me for punctuality, the fans liked a good dramatic pause, and, after all, I was in no hurry to reach my destination. As I trudged to the airtight door, I glanced ruefully up at a poster on the slick, clean white...
She knelt beside the swift-flowing brook, impatiently resting beside the rushing water on a small and sandy bank. It was autumn now, the leaves on the trees stained with the hues of a hundred different shades of red and yellow. They fell around her, some landing like little boats in the stream, others drifting to litter the ground beneath their parent trees....
Surfing the net through the "amateurs'" pages, I have been delighted to find a number of sites dedicated to "mature" women - i.e., those over 40. Some of them, admittedly, should have kept their photographs to themselves, but then there are some incredibly attractive and sexy "older" women. Looking at them made me recall my first experience with a woman man...