(The following is an actual e-mail my ex-husband sent to a friend that we finally were able to hook up with.) * * * * * Dan, We drove by Subway Friday night, it was 10:36 so we just missed you. Roni and I were well into our Margaritas and she had been rubbing her pussy for the busboy at the restaurant so we were very primed and ready for a NASTY show! S...
A mad, moaning wind ripped through me. I felt the ice-cold spines of a thousand frozen hailstones slam against my back. My collar was turned up and hat low. I wandered like a forgotten Russian ghost; alone in the snow and the ice and the desolation of the city. The storm had driven the mad, drunken micks inside. Good. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to think....
{This story takes place in the Old West. All characters are over 18} Robert Lee Jackson, who was later known as “Snake Jackson” was born in July 1862 on a small ranch just outside of Amarillo, Texas. His Daddy, wounded earlier in the war, struggled to support his wife and four children on the hardscrabble land. As the war ended, times got harder, but the Jac...
Honesty may be the best policy, but it doesn't always get you what you want! JACK I met April just after I moved to town - purely by chance at my new doctor's office -- she backed into my bumper and then got out to look at her car. If I had not been sitting in my parked pickup (I always arrive early for any appointment) I am not sure she would have owned u...
I was very close to coming but I was determined not to. The fact that Shafiq, an eighteen year old pupil in our school, had watched me porking my girlfriend's pooper minutes earlier only served to make me even hornier. I pulled my rock-hard erection out of Emma's fudge-tunnel and dropped to my knees behind her. Her hairy shit-ring gaped invitingly and I bega...
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written. Melinda Yesterday, Melinda called me. I hadn't talked to her in a couple of months. I was excited to hear from her,...
Stories in this series: Nancy Remembers Part 1 Nancy Remembers Part 2 * Nancy puttered around the house all night until it was bedtime. She had cooked supper but now couldn't remember what she had cooked. Her son had gone to bed hours ago and her boyfriend had gone to bed just a short time ago asking her if she was going to bed soon. She didn't even reme...
My name is Jeff Clark. I'm a widower in his mid forties. My wife and I had married young and had been happily married for 17 years until she was taken from me in an automobile accident. The first few years were kind of tough. I wallowed in self-pity for a while and then got my head back together through hard work and attention to detail at my job. I've been...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
This story is a fantasy. This story is not based on real events or people. But boy, I'd like it if it was... Author's note: I took my time getting to this point – but from the start I intended this as a story of seduction. ***** The following week goes quickly. Denise and I decide on the toys to bring, then pack them and our clothes. Denise, Lisa and I t...