I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking w...
The next morning was a Sunday and Angie went to the service along with her parents, each of them remembering their two family threesomes of the day before, while Angie recalled her own little orgy with Ray Lassiter and the Dumonts. She was wet during Reverend Mitchell's sermon on "unconditional love and other forms of love," which somehow seemed fitting. Ang...
Waiting for her to undress, William watches Susan. With the sunlight shining through her house, lighting her up and spotlighting her as if she's a stripper on stage about to strip naked at any moment, he'd rather spend his day watching her in her mundane life than watching her in porn movie. Preferring more to watch live this reality TV show of a glimpse in...
A quick little one-off before I start my next project. I may come back to this one later for another chapter or two. Enjoy and Happy Holidays! ***** It was rare for her to have a day off during the week, even rarer for her to have one without her husband home with her. Jenny's job had always given her the day after Christmas off, but her husband, Ray had...
Hooray for alcohol! It has a way of relaxing a person's inhibitions, if taken in the right amount. And that can be a good thing, sometimes. People have a way of getting set in their ways, becoming averse to trying new things. Sometimes, if inhibitions come down just a little, a willingness to try something a little wild emerges. And sometimes, the payoff is...
"So let me get this straight -- you fucked a mute stranger in a hotel utility closet?" For a brief moment, Sharon stopped playing with her cornrow braid and widened her beautiful brown eyes at me in surprise. She had killer eyes. "You make it sound so vulgar," I said, feigning affront. In all honesty, I could scarcely believe it myself. Ordinarily, I wou...
I'm standing in my socks, bra, and panties, looking at my closet like a fifteen-year-old girl on the first day of high school. For the last decade of my life, I've had two types of outfits; my uniform, and slut ware. Now I'm supposed to show up in a suit with short heels like a professional? I have only a few items that almost work, and they're for funerals....
As Kitty will cum to find out in this next chapter, the boys aren't the only ones who lust for the cutesy Mrs. Forman. Many of the ladies who come through her front door yearn to have everyone's favorite cum by virtue of their licking tongue and sucking lips. Turning Kitty Bi As hot as Mrs. Forman is, there's no way in hell she'd ever do what the younger g...
As promised, here is the next chapter of my tale of a man who is good at 'fixing' things'. This time, the second neighbor lady calls, and there is something very special about her. ***** The Handyman Chapter 3, Zelda When Zelda showed up at my door the following Friday night with another casserole, I understood better what was going on. Where Shirley was...
I was nearly done fixing my neighbor's broken dryer, sweaty as could be, as it was already unseasonably warm for an afternoon in April, Saturday to be precise, when the door to the laundry room opened behind me. I wrapped up the last of the repairs before standing up to face whoever it was, thinking that it was Daisy Eisenstein, the sultry soccer mom who had...