Chapter 12 – The Hotel Window That night when they talked on the phone he told her that it was a very important client that had come by. "I hope he didn't smell your pussy when he came in," he laughed. Then he got serious. "Susie, I love what happened this afternoon, but we can't do that in my office any more. It's too dangerous." Susie sighed. "When c...
My engorged penis rested on her bum flesh, shaft curving upwards, a thick fleshy scimitar, glans a dull red poking through my foreskin. As the flow of erotic input coursed through me, it would jump up and plop softly down again on her firm flesh, forming a faint pink line on her whiteness. She was kneeling forward on the picnic blanket, balanced on her fore...
Next day, Romi got up and gave a hot-sweet breakfast to her husband before he left for his office. After her usual homely work she went for shopping. Romi was down at the mall. She was checking out the guys thinking as they walked by just how big their cocks were and getting horny and wet, and thinking how to take care of the problem. So she left her car...
I love the holidays! I can't say that enough. Every major holiday my wife Sue's sister Karen comes for a visit from Florida. Thanksgiving was no exception. I picked Karen up from the airport on Wednesday and she was all excited to tell me something. "How was the flight?" I asked. "Great! You'll never believe who was on my flight." "Who?" "Dave Welch."...
Let me start by saying I've never been a swinger or even a lover and now that I'm older, sex is something we seldom even think about let alone have. My first wife and I got married right out of high school and we were both virgins on our wedding night. In the fifth year of our marriage, my wife was killed in a car accident on the freeway. She was my rudder a...
Sweat coated my forehead as the sun burned high above. Being a Brit abroad, I wanted to be shirtless with a cold beer, but was instead forced to wear a dark funeral suit with black tie. It was the first time I had visited the small Island paradise that my wife of seven years grew up on. I had wanted to come earlier but my wife had always had reasons not to g...
I knew you were the one I was looking for the moment I saw you in the club. You looked ill at ease as you danced with your friends while dressed in what could only have been stag night attire. Some people just don't feel comfortable in drag, I suppose. I danced up to you and looked you in the eye before leaning in to talk into your ear. "Snap," I said, ju...
Every day of my life, I'm surrounded by unpleasantness. Sometimes, I wonder what is it that makes me different. And why the broad spectrum of humanity disgusts me so much. Seriously. Misanthropy is the perfect word to describe my state of mind most of the time. The things I see people do completely stun me at times. Male and female, black and white, straig...
Brother Samuel here. A name that should require no introduction at this point. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking and openly bisexual Haitian-American author, law student and activist living near Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes, I wonder why people simply can't leave well enough alone. Why must they try to fix things that don't need fixing? Don't fix...
I'm Rachel, I'm heading towards 50 with a speed and not as slim as I used to be. I got married to Grant a year after high school and before long was the mother of four children. Almost twenty years later Grant started talking to be about how if I ever found a man I was attracted to how I shouldn't feel bad about having sex with him since he felt it would spi...