A lot of fuckers these days put a lot of store in words, books, anything where a bunch of letters are shoved together and think it's pretty darn profound. "Oh, Hi Wank, we've missed your eloquence, charm and wonderful insights!" No problem, little fella; it's what I'm here for. Now shut up and pay attention. Thing is, whilst these people with bookcases ar...
My wife and I were college sweethearts that met our junior year. We took an instant liking to each other and the sexual chemistry was amazing. We had a lot of the same values and morals, but didn't agree with each other on everything, but we could both argue our viewpoints and then agree to disagree. I'm not going to lie; the sex after the more spirited deba...
Sarah directed me to sit back on the coffee table, reluctantly I obliged. She opened my legs, again giving Jeremy a full view of my pussy, butt plug still deep in my arse. Sarah lowered her head to my pussy again and licked the slit. Electricity radiated from my clit. As I lowered myself back on the table, I vaguely noticed the ropes had loosened around Jere...
My name is Peter and I am married to a lovely attractive woman, Carol. We are both just on the plus side of 30, with a child, a wonderful little 2-year-old boy. We do have a loving relationship and I am almost embarrassed to say it … but we are both slightly bored with the routine of marriage and we have been casting around for something -- or maybe s...
We met Vernon Turner the day we moved into our new home. We thought we'd arrived, trading up from a small cramped apartment to a house with it's own garden. It was an expensive move, so I suppose we had. It had taken us a while but we'd finally scraped together enough money to put a sizable deposit down on a house in the suburbs so making the accompanying mo...
I wrote this story at the request of a real-live Oscar; however the story is one of fiction and only follows his fantasies. I would like to thank FromTheHeath who provided many welcomed suggestions and editorial advice. Chapter 1 -- Just Lunch Irene's and Oscar's were at their favorite restaurant for their twelfth anniversary. It was the first time the...
*** "She shone like the sun in those days Whispered things into my head Now I lie cold in my cell Kissing pills to keep me sane" Spiritual Beggars *** It was already evening by the time I returned to our cabin, the ship was docking at the pier. Tried the handle a couple of times, was a bit relived to find the door still locked. Took the key from my po...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I write stories most people find particularly depraved. To paraphrase Frank Zappa: If you are determined to be outraged, I can accommodate you. *** When I woke up, I lay in Jenna's bed for a moment, as I heard her fiddling around in the kitchen, and I realized that this was the first time I'd stayed out all night, and since I'd left my bedro...
---- Thanks for all the feedback on the previous story; it definitely gave me the motivation to write another. ---- The puff of smoke was a cliche. It was a metaphor. I just couldn't remember which one. My eyes focused on the last puff of smoke I had exhaled from my cigar. It hung in the air heavily in front of me, capturing the focus of my retinas; the ba...
My wife, Karen, and I have been married over 21 years. We've built up a comfortable life as engineers, with 2 over achieving teenage children and a nice home in Florida. We met in college, me being a bit older than her, but somehow the stars aligned, and we ended up together. When we first met, I was immediately attracted to her wonderfully curvy body. Karen...