The soft light of early morning gradually filled in the scene as Mitchell emerged from sleep. He looked to his left and saw his wife Diane propped up on one elbow, gazing at him. She moved closer and kissed him softly. She slid onto him and kissed him harder. Her hair fell onto his face. It's fresh scent enveloped him. "You were marvelous last night. Not e...
I spent the entire Friday afternoon distracted from my work by mental images of my wife in one kinky scene after another. The persistent erection that throbbed inside my boxer shorts left my inner thigh wet and slimy, and only helped to conjure up more images in my mind. I found myself re-reading the note ten or fifteen times: "Beginning upon your arrival ho...
Author's Note: I know that the majority of this story has been mostly focused on sex and the relationship between Nicholas and Shayna. I know people on here just don't come to read poorly written smut because I know they also care about a good story to go with all of that sex. I hope you all enjoy the last five chapters of this story, this chapter included....
It was the picture that caught me. No not one of those mags, Penthouse or whatever, rather the cover of the "Now", our city's free, racy guide to the arts this week. I don't always pick it up, pretty well out of that loop, but my sister-in-law brought home last week's issue, and somehow the coverpage stayed in my car for a few days of commuting. The picture...
At the end of week seven, she summoned him to her apartment. It was a Friday night. She thought she'd release him that night, but determined she would not to make her final decision until she saw him. He arrived promptly at 7.00pm as she'd asked. She opened the door and let him in. He immediately went to her room, removed all of his clothes, then kneeled on...
"Skidder," murmured Gretchen, "why do your testicles feel funny?" He had just shot inside her tight pussy and they were lying in somebody's bed, recovering so they could fuck again. The "tits-out" party downstairs was in full swing and occasionally they could hear a voice they recognized. Their college friends, all in their third year, when they were allowed...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
To all my sci fi readers, thank you for your emails of encouragement regarding this story. I hope that you will enjoy Chapter 2 as much as you did Chapter 1. ====================== Zhartha was busy navigating through the dense atmosphere of the planet that he had chosen to perform the necessary experiments. Its atmosphere was poisonous to him as well as th...
It all started with Brazilian Sisters who brought the Brazilian Wax to New York City a decade or two ago. First it was just women getting waxed 'down there', but soon guys started doing it. I had my first Brazilian wax last year and it left me a new man. Some call it the 'nudest nudist nude', making my male parts all that more visible. I know it doesn't chan...
*DISCLAIMER* All persons in this story are a product of fiction as is the story itself. The characters are over the age of 18. ***** Well this story really ought to be called "Several Afternoons And Few Evenings With Amanda", but it would end up being a few hundred pages and several chapters long. However if you want to hear about the other afternoons and...