This is a true story about my first wife. I married her because she was extremely hot. Tell me if you like this? THE BEGINNING Patricia is sat on the floor opposite me. She is wearing a tight miniskirt. She parts her legs. I look. Her white panties are stretched tight against her sex. Patricia smiles knowingly. Later, whilst in my bed, I masturbate. We a...
I saw the revolving lights in my rear-view mirror and nearly pissed myself. The only thing holding me back was the instinct not to wreck my new suit. Fifteen minutes earlier I'd had a run-in with a cop. I was having a cigarette outside my wife's favorite social club. The club was kind of a straight-laced, fru-fru joint, and I'd gone outside to blow off som...
Note: This story is a continuation of the first part and contains no sexual content. However, it's tagged under the 'Anal' category due to the build up for the next part. Read the first chapter before this for complete contextual understanding. After Chris had masturbated thinking about Amanda, he surprisingly didn't feel guilty as he usually did while mas...
"Ooooou!" gushed the slender, yet still bosomy brunette, in a sexy, husky voice, "I should take you home with me right now, young man, for a very private little workout!" The attractive, older woman, who had just spoken, was standing there in the middle of the gym's parking lot, staring right at me over the top of her chic sunglasses. "Wow!" I thought to...
Moments before Will had summarily scooted Sarah's quivering frame off the bed and back to the floor, right as he was on the verge of untapping the most powerful dose of sexual adrenaline the married woman had ever known, Renee had reached over and touched Patricia on the arm. The two friends shared a brief but enlightening stare as the sounds of Sarah's debi...
"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" My wife, Patricia, greeted me at the door with a smile, and not much else. She had panties on. "Good, but I'm tired. It's been a long week." Patricia let me put my shoulder bag down before she took me in her arms and kissed me. I held her in my arms for a while before I heard her say, "Richard's coming over tonight." Great...
"This should be fun. A Halloween party in a real haunted house. Don't you think it'll be fun, Bill?" "Um-yeah, sure. I'm sorry. I'm having a bit of trouble with the GPS. Yes, it should be fun. Kevin's put a lot of work into this place. And the ghost is just rumors, sweetie. I don't think you should mention it to Kevin." Patricia is the love of my life, and...
"Thank god that's over," said Liz as we tidied away the presentation material. "Hey, you were great," I said. "Never missed a beat." And she hadn't. Liz Morton, from head office. Fortyish, maybe ten or twelve years older than me, but slim and attractive in her tailored suit. She smiled. "Nor did you, on the technical queries." I shrugged. "Well, I was le...
*** Patricia stretched lazily, gazing at her latest conquest as the young, muscular guy continued to sleep off his exhaustion. He'd certainly earned a bit of rest after his hard work the previous night, having managed not one or two or even three, but full four rounds or hot, steamy sex. Which, incidentally, was the reason why Patricia always went after you...
"We are so screwed," Private Patricia Etienne said aloud, watching the hordes of the shambling dead which surrounded the town of Redoubt, the last bastion held by humanity. Redoubt, the fortified enclave with the sixty-meter-high cement walls, patrolled at all hours by dozens of armed men and women. Like so many others before it, in the end, Redoubt would fa...