We don't fight very often but when we do it often gets heated. We are both stubborn but sometimes Brad could be unreasonably stubborn or at least that was MY opinion. "I guess we will have to agree to disagree then" I said standing in my office. "Sounds good" Brad murmured walking towards the door as we were ready to leave. "But I am still right" he said...
"Baby, do you want to do something a little different tonight?" I asked. "Like what?" you asked back while still sitting on the couch in your suit and tie, reading the paper. Dressed in only your shirt and a pair of black lace underwear, I snatch the newspaper out your hands and grab you by your tie. "Something like this baby." I answered as I lead you to...
It was late in the afternoon when my husband John came home from the art studio we owned. I was in the kitchen making dinner and when he came in he said that he had sold a few paintings that day which was excellent news. I informed him that our children were going to be staying with friends that night. This gave us an opportunity for a peaceful evening to ou...
Something about this cove she had always loved was its privacy. There was a mystical quality about the whole area, so serene and so peaceful. The sky was deepening shades of blue and black with not a cloud in to spoil the view of the stars. The moon, full and brilliant in its silver radiance, climbed slowly higher. The sand was still warm from the sun, the c...
Placing the last present under the Christmas tree decorated with lights and ornaments, Curtis backed away to admire the glorious beauty before him. He did not hear his lover sneak up behind him; all he felt were delicate hands, slowly tracing down his strong back. Her hands gradually slid around to encompass his body, holding him. Slowly turning, he gazed i...
You look at the two doors. Each door is decorated the painting of a tree – one painting has a soft willow those branches seem to sway back and forth, like a swing, as if they were pushed by a gentle breeze; the other has a withered tree, dry and leafless, whose dark, thick roots pop out of the ground ominously like tentacles of an octopus. You open your mout...
Hey Diary! It’s been a little while since my last entry. I guess you should expect that, since I haven’t had much time. I guess that last time; it was the first time with Chris. Since then, Chris kept calling me. Every day, when he left his wife at his house, he would call, asking me to meet him somewhere. Mostly, we would fuck at my place; he would...
"Ultimate control, Mr. Black. Is that what you wish me to have? Mr. Black..." "Mr. Black!" the receptionist calls out to him once again, but with a slightly higher tone, tinged with irritation. He comes out of his reverie and closes the magazine he has had open for several minutes. He cannot even remember what article he was looking at. His fantasy had gat...
The algebra test was hard, but try as she did she couldn't concentrate. Her hand pushed her dress between her legs, and her fingers squeezed her pussy repeatedly. She wasn't consciously masturbating. It was just a nervous habit, a response to the frustrations of racking her brain for answers and to the rising levels of hormones within her. If only I could ha...
This is a true story of a weekend spent deciding just how far too go. I spend about 40 weeks a year on the road and have for many years but at the ripe age of Social Security and needing some new things to try I wanted to see just how far one should go in public. Usually when I travel I sit around my hotel naked with my windows open hoping that someone mig...