This is the story where my wife Leah and I agreed to wife swap with an African-American couple, Clarence and Octavia. Now Octavia had two boys and was reluctant to participate in an orgy in the same place as her boys. Her mother who babysat while Octavia was at work was only willing to babysit once a month for social occasions. Thus we decided to indulge in...
I have always had a bit of a flirtatious relationship with my wife's friend Julie. We had been family friends for about 15 years, though in recent years, her and her husband had moved away, so we would catch up only a couple of times a year. Her relationship with her husband had always seemed a bit strange, though over recent years, the gap seemed to grow, p...
I love sex, but for the most part, I hate pornography. As a cinematic and literary genre, porno is to sex as the romance genre is to love. That is to say, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a series of simple-minded cliches. Worse than this, pornography robs sex not only of its complexities, but also of its beauty. Porn is ugly. It ref...
In quaint. Quaint is quiet little village in rural England. The kind of place that time ahs forgotten about but the tourists haven't yet heard of. They played cricket on the village green, in summer, drank locally brewed real ale in pub, ducks got fat on the bread thrown to them on the village pond, dutifully raising clutches of ducklings to amuse the vill...
It had been one of those rare English summers when temperatures had soared continually into the eighties. Good intentions to maintain my garden in pristine condition had gone by the wayside as sunbathing and barbecues had presented themselves in more attractive modes. So here I was, as summer was on the point of leaving, making a valiant effort to restore so...
I've been at the office all day. I'm tired, and pissed off that I still have another 20 emails to read, and respond to before I can head home. Click. Memo for tomorrows meeting. Delete. Click. Online banking statement. 'Nope. I definitely won't be reading that," I mutter out loud. Close. Click. Email with an attached .mpeg file. Double click. 'Hmm, wh...
The opportunity to fuck the guy next door had probably been there numerous times over the 7 years we had shared a fence, but it was not until a few days before I moved out that I realised it was now or never. He's a couple of years younger than me and has recently lost quite a bit of weight. He's obviously happy with how he looks and I can't blame him. I'd f...
Mandy Ch. 02: Movies Joe had not forgotten a single moment of his previous Saturday night. He was still uncertain of whether or not it had really happened, though. Everything seemed so surreal and amazing that he wasn't quite sure what to think. His only hard evidence that anything had conspired was the strange note that simple said "See you next Saturday."...
KattieLynn & Tucker -- The Saturday Distraction Tucker is not a major sports fan. There are no NFL teams around here and we don't root for any one of them from other cities. No baseball, basketball, soccer, hockey, lacrosse, team logo items anywhere in the house. We do play golf, but neither of us cares to watch it on TV. Now, he does like to watch our alma...
Meghna was bouncing and riding me like a woman gone wild and crazy on my hard as a rock condom covered cock. She was screaming and shouting obscenities that I had never heard off till then. My groans and her screams and shouts filled my one bedroom apartment. Thankfully, no matter how much loud we spoke or shouted, the voices were never heard outside the ap...