A daughter of Siberia, it wasn't the resistance of the depleted Wehrmacht that troubled Svetlana during the 3rd Guards Army's advance on Brest - it was the tortuously wet July heat of the Pripet marshes. Her Sveta didn't work more often than not, the wiring on the rifle squad's radio failed and the truck carrying their munitions got caught in the mud and h...
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Jeanne looked like a dream but was close to tears as she stood in the lot of a deserted service station waiting for an attendant. The scene appeared to be staged for a classic car magazine photo-shoot as she stood beside her restored MG roadster convertible. Her posture was perfect: erect, head high and level, shoulders square, breasts jutting alluringly, k...
Not the first car I had sex in, but quite memorable just the same. September, 1977. It was the night before I'd be leaving for my freshman year in college. I'd been searching for weeks for ganja but couldn't find any. It was a very "dry" summer. As a last resort, I hitchhiked to a local head shop where this chick named Jackie worked. She was a friend of an...
**Sunday Morning** Ah, now this is how a guy is supposed to wake up in the morning; snuggled up against a beautiful blonde, your morning wood wedged in her butt crack, one arm under her pillow and the other around her waist with a c-cup firmly planted in your hand. I nuzzled at her neck through the tangle of hair and she shimmied on my dick and squeezed the...
Jill was standing on the corner where I had picked her up the day before when I arrived. She hopped into the car, and immediately said "I need to ask you something about what you said yesterday." I wondered what that could be - we had talked about a lot of important things the day before. "You said you own a cafe. Where is it?" she asked. I laughed. Of...
Note: For those who read Loving Wives stories for the sole pleasure of reading about a cheating wife receiving scorched earth treatment, this story is not for you. On the other hand, if you get your pleasure from writing anonymous and scathing remarks about the author's masculinity, sexual orientation, cuckoldry, etc. for not crucifying the deceitful wife an...
A good friend of mine Tommy was getting married out of town, in Nashville. His mother lived in the posh Belle Meade section and was in the social elite, so she arranged for out-of-town guests like me to stay with a neighbor across the street, the biggest house I have ever been in. Well, as it worked out, I was the only out-of-town guest to stay in that mans...
SOFT MOANS AND GENTLE WHISPERS and the squeaking of the bedsprings are sounds I've always associated with sex, but dialogue of an erotic nature had never entered my mind. Little did I know how powerful sexy words could be. The right phrase from a virtuoso dirty-talking woman can have me hard in seconds, ready to climb the walls in unspeakable excitement. T...
It's a dark & clear midsummer's night. The stars are bright in the sky and there is a light breeze blowing through the trees. I am alone in the forest hunting. The grass beneath my bare feet feel smooth with dew. I spy my target and reach slowly for my bow & arrow. The wind blows my raven hair away from my face to give me a clear view of my target. I quiet m...