Brenda, my wife of eight years, is an exhibitionist. You either love her or hate her. I love her, and I hate her. We live in a large West Coast city so it isn’t as bad as it might be in a small town where everyone knows everyone’s business. Could you imagine Brenda in Podunk? I can’t! . I own my own business, hardware, and Brenda doesn’t need to work. But s...
The gala ball at the Adam's Mark Hotel for the cancer society was a huge black-tie affair. I hadn't wanted to go in the first place, the idea of spending the evening with a bunch of folks who where there to be seen just grated on me. I didn't mind the tuxedo, I had always enjoyed the dressing up part, I just couldn't stand the type of people generally forced...
So, Our story starts off in Rhode Island where we played the, "You walk in looking hot as hell and I'll come in after and meet you after you've met someone and act as your gay cousin who you were supposed to meet" game. Long story short on that, Amy met a good looking lawyer who doted on us all night until his gay friend called me out. Half loaded, we bolted...
The summer rain shower had caught him completely off guard. He had to run outside and drive the old tractor into the barn to keep the rain from getting into the motor. It had begun to pour and he couldn't help getting soaked, but he didn't mind, the rain was a cool reprieve from the intense July heat. She watched him from the kitchen window. It was early s...
NOTE: Again, I always wonder what sex for me would be like when I get older. I hope it's as good as my imagination! * Today was horrible! I woke up late, my car wouldn't start, I got stuck in traffic, I was late for work, missed a meeting, left the paperwork for the next meeting at home, crashed my computer, broke my chair, broke a nail, got reamed (verbal...
I'm a 36-year-old divorced guy. I've never done well with women - ever. The only thing I have going for me is that I do have a slightly larger cock than most men. But it wasn't enough to keep my wife happy for more than a couple of years. I'm dull and I know it. Until a year ago, I had only had sex with three women in my life, with no encores, except with my...
It had been some time since Trinity had met up with Lee, it was a Friday afternoon in December when Trinity said that she had been talking with Lee on facebook messenger when he said if she want marries he would have invites her around his. Trinity and I have had extra marital fun in the past and were comfortable with having new experiences. She and Lee had...
Never make assumptions about the lives of people you don't know. My name is Hagarla Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. On September 13, 2013, I turned twenty two. I study accounting at Carleton University and hope to work in finance or banking someday. As a pious, Hijab-wearing East African Muslim femal...
It was the middle of summer, the weather had been warm for days but now there was a raging thunderstorm. The rain was pouring down, the lightning flashing, so much so that the group of teenagers making their way home could hardly see through the windscreen of the car. Suddenly they felt a bump as something ran in front of the car. "I think we hit a dog" sa...
Gerald and I are leaning on my beat-up Chevvy talking the usual thing most people talk about when relaxed and enjoying the cooling evening sucking a bottle of Mountain Spring Guaranteed Pure Aqua. The conversation is babes. "Tom, what do you look for in a babe?" he asks. Personal questions always rattle me, compelling me to lie. But this here is different...