This is a follow on from "The Party Needs A Stripper". These stories are fiction! I'm not going to worry about safe sex, real life -- or about those people who don't like this sort of story (although it is mildly interesting that such people still read this type of story!). The first story is one where my wife agreed to be the stripper at the retirement pa...
It had gotten so far into winter that Ted wouldn't even listen to the demon if he suggested playing games outside now. That limited the places they could be intimate, but Ted had special plans tonight. After several conversations between himself, Emily, and Scott and Dana, Emily was ready not only to try a foursome, but to experiment with Dana. She had not...
DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (two of them, which are not the focus of the story). As far as heat level, this story is quite tame, and if you are look for page after page of screaming sex, you might want to look elsewhere. If you want a STORY, p...
Night was falling over the mostly deserted main street in the small Washington town as Tina stepped out of the vintage clothing shop where she worked and locked the door and security gate behind her. She had worked a long, busy day by herself after the manager had called in sick. Usually business was fairly slow, but with Halloween the next day, they had mor...
The following Monday after the dance Angela is down in the kitchen once again doing the breakfast dishes. Her husband had let Davey stay the weekend and he promised that he would go to a motel tonight. Then he was going to start looking for a home or an apartment in the area to live in. Al had to be in work early to make sure the production line got starte...
This is the second part in what I hope will be a trilogy of stories about an old friend's 43y/o kinky mother. If you have not already read part one please read it, in order to have some background on story and characters. It is set in the winter of 1996 when I was 19 years old. Only certain aspects of this part are true, mostly this part is fictional. – enjo...
I wouldn't have fucked the hell out of our babysitter if she didn't belong to my gym. See, our babysitter, Stacia, has always been what I would consider "cute." She wears baggy clothes, even in summer, and so I never really got to see her body. Our kids loved her to death. She would come over, my wife dealt with her most of the time, and I just paid her at...
I finally had managed to navigate all of the hoops the government sends us older folks to get myself signed up for Medicare. There is a plan for this and a plan for that and little "windows" that you need to sign up during or else the bill is going to be way higher. Of course someone, probably the government, sold my name and address to every single insura...
I was fourteen when I first saw her. The girl that lived next door to the house my parents moved us to was my age. Long blond hair, long dark smooth legs, and the face of an angel, that is if you could quit looking at her breasts in her tight sweaters, t-shirts or sports bras. Julie was a knockout... and a complete and total bitch. Once I met her, her looks...
DELILAH Dr. Smith did not seem to be offended at his question about her contentment with her job, though three little frown lines appeared between her graceful brows. She sat and thought for a moment. "Mr. Dupree, I wouldn't be doing this job and this study if I found sex and sexuality abhorrent. I don't think I could do it if I were bored with the subject...