William woke up with morning wood. He tried to ignore it, but his boner was burning, begging to be touched. It was nice to be young, in the prime of life, with an infinite amount of orgasms waiting to be unleashed, so he succumbed to his primal needs. He made a game out of it and stroked it slowly. As a narcissist, the bodybuilder admired the one part of h...
When my husband Jim came home with his friends, he must have thought I was at my yoga class, since I always was at this time of the day on a Tuesday. It had been cancelled, however, at the last minute because the teacher was sick, so in actuality I was in the basement, doing the laundry. Our daughter Hazel was at preschool. She's four years old. The men we...
Disclaimer: The events, actions, and characters featured in this piece are not real and re all fantasy and intended for the reader's pleasure. Some of the characters may possibly be inspired by actual people in the author's personal life. Enjoy! ******************** The world had become my playground as I held the only thing to keep it from moving, advan...
Chapter 21 What About Bledsoe? When Shane got home from work one Monday several weeks later, she found that a package delivery company had left three boxes on the back porch, all for Carmen. She took the cartons inside and put them on the kitchen table. One box was round and looked like a hat box; Shane looked on the label and saw that it had come from a we...
I awake the next morning rejuvenated. I decided I can play her little game. I give her a little kiss on the back of the neck as I caress her hips. My dick is already starting to grow. It seems the longer she teases me and denies me a release the larger it gets. I get out of bed to go make coffee and my hard on is protruding from boxers. Katie starts laughi...
LIFE AFTER GRADUATION Marilyn and her close friends and classmates received their high school diploma. Most of them were headed for college and others for the workplace. Marilyn however had decided to pursue a career in the porn industry. As she left the school campus and made her way to the studio she recalled the offer from James the owner. "I have a ve...
My name's Patricia, and I'm fifty. That's the way they start those meetings isn't it? Alcoholics Anonymous and all those other 'I don't want to be that, but I am' kind of groups? You get the gist—I don't want to be fifty, but I am. It's like some kind of disease, this aging thing. A nasty, ugly disease that you can't do anything about. Oh, I could have my...
The remaining weeks sped by, filled with advanced exercises for the residents. The girls were inventive as they individually, or in covert teams, staged enticing setups for Ned to act out his immediate impulses. Ned was tantalized constantly by everyday activities that were duplicitous sexual provocations. Real or role playing activities mimicked such scenes...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
The weekend after we helped Jill move, my parents left for a cruise. My parents weren't rich by any means, but I had received a lot of scholarship money, Brian had his own job now, and Jill... Well Jill made a lot of friends and seemed to be pretty much independent. My parents never mentioned it, and neither did she, but I was pretty sure she was an escort o...