Janet, my wife of 25 years, is a beautiful, all-American, ex-school teacher with incredible green eyes. She is the ivory soap "girl next door" and a walking fantasy for any guy who yearns for a woman who is as wholesome as she is hot. We have had some great sex over the years...the time on Cape Cod where she went pantiless to an Irish bar and we wound up d...
Dear Trina, Dearest Trina whom I love above all other women and all other people I miss you. I miss you when I wake up in the morning on this boat and I miss you when I go to sleep to the sounds of my fellow Marines remembering their own loved ones. That's most of what we do, sit around and talk about the women we love. There really is no way to tell you j...
Author's Note: This is the love story of Reese and Bianca. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap All My Children, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all th...
Elevator music took over Carly's senses. It was a subtle smooth jazz explosion in her ears. Some sax, some drums, some... "Oh no!" Carly grabbed the railing. "What?" She spotted her first glimpse of true concern in Amber's eyes and felt the air shift with the attention of the other occupants. "They're playing Sade's Smooth Operator." Carly grew more a...
In this installment of the continuing experiences of my hot-wife and myself, I intend to tie up the loose ends concerning Bill and Joe. I had been trying to put the stories in a rough chronological order but have decided to just write about whatever is on my mind at a particular moment. I have been reading various comments that fall into two camps. The first...
I learned my lesson the hard way on what not to wear in the streets of NYC. Fresh from LA, the car capital of the US, I wore a skimpy sundress, which proceeded to blow up from the wind that whipped across the avenues. I got so many catcalls and men talking bullshit to me, that I had to take a cab and swore to be more inconspicuous next time. The dress… the d...
Chapter 8. The Lebanese Lesbian The focus of Ludlow’s investigations soon centred on the University’s Professor of Mathematics. Her name was Layla, on loan from the University of Beirut, a part of the much-lauded foreign-exchange program. The Board of Regents of the University would not have been quite so excited to learn that she was using her position to...
She awakens slowly; a light sheen of sweat separates her from her the silk softness of her nightgown. The fresh shadows of lust and fantasy still dance through her mind. The dream of touching, caressing and lust elicited reactions from her body that had only been revealed from personal attention recently. It seemed her lip even hurt from biting, a habit she...
The next morning, after seeing Des and Ken off to work, I sorted out a moderately decent toga as a gift to my new friend, Kate. There was something about those two that intrigued me and made me want to get to know them better. She was a interesting lady, very similar to me in my previous sheltered existence. She was painfully shy, as I had been prior to meet...
Chief Morris waited until the barbecue grill was good and hot and his libido was good and cold before wandering back into the kitchen. He slipped up behind his wife, Annie, and kissed her neck. "I love you." Annie spun around within his embrace, and hissed, "She knows!" "Who? What?" After a glance at the door, she whispered, "Penny knows about us... and...