It's not that I wasn't happy. Happy isn't the right qualifier. Tommy and I got along fine, and all of our friends were mutual. In a lot of ways, I really did like him, that's probably why we stayed together for so many years. The problem, at its core, was fulfillment. I was totally unfulfilled. My unfulfillment set the cracks forming, and sent my mind wander...
This is a nice big comfortable car thought Sabrina, as her head bobbed up and down on the big thick black cock she was gobbling. She could feel the cockhead throbbing at the back of her throat each time her red painted lips slid down its length, and she knew that this stranger who had bought her drinks all night and given her a lift home from the club was re...
This is the first part of a four part story that chronicles events taking place in mid-1970s New York City when free-love, drugs, sex and Rock & Roll dominated the American youth culture. In this part an accidental meeting between Jordan and his former lover sets a chain of sexual events in motion. He introduces her to his current lover with startling result...
My wife Carrie and I became aware of our shared enjoyment of Dom/sub sexuality about the same time that we reconciled after a brief separation. We are both in our late 30's attractive and fit and we began exploring the lifestyle by dabbling in role playing. We would alternate roles since both of us enjoyed both the Dom and the sub roles. Eventually it beca...
The days in Leverton were a lot like being on a continuous vacation – one day blended into the next so it was easy to lose complete track of time. So it was, on one morning as I sat down at the breakfast table, I was really surprised to hear the teachers talking about graduation and that it was imminent. That was my first indication that the year was half ov...
Wilda Lark professional photographer; specializing in Nature and wildlife. This was what was printed on her business card. Wilda lived on the edge of the Hornsby National park. All she had to do was walk out her back door and down the hill to enter the park just a half a mile about the river. This area was heavy with all kinds of wild life which Wilda took...
Clay, a fellow realtor at London House, the most successful real estate agency in West Los Angeles, had last Tuesday lured Alex to a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. The evening began well for the coworkers, playing pool and mixing it up with some of Clay's buddies. His imposing physical presence provided her with a feeling of security, his athletic bui...
Let me start this by first giving you some background. My wife owns a retail business and occasionally has to go to market in other cities. She's not a very worldly person and is a bit naive at times. She has not had a whole lot of sexual experiences in her life, we fooled around once with an older neighbor when we first got married, but that is the extent o...
No, this not another ménage a trois but a story of three terribly interesting women, one a fabulous fuck, one joyously manic, and the third, a Simone de Beauvoir gone South: The Three Claires. Paul and his friend, the intellectual Claire, had been promising to introduce me to the other Claires ever since I moved in next door. But it wasn't until Mardi Gras...
Pulling out of the driveway at 7:45 in the morning, John noticed the lawn maintenance crew pulling up to the curb. He recognized the one black man getting out of the passengers side of the truck, but didn't know where from. Each smiled and waved at John. Jamison, the guy John recognized unloaded his equipment but the remainder of that crew drove off to a nea...