Fonda and Paul were lying naked on Paul's bed, basking in the afterglow of another amazing sex session. Paul lay on his back, his arm around Fonda. Fonda's head was on his shoulder, her ebony leg draped over Paul's ivory leg. She was running her brown hand slowly over Paul's muscular, tanned chest, enjoying the contrast. Paul was running his fingers through...
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years old. "I can't believe this Paulie. You're eighteen and already more successful than most adults will ever be. You have more talent than most of New York combined. And you think you're a failure because you're a virgin?" Paul Moretti handed the cash over to the hot dog vendor and gave El...
Paul exited his office heading toward the mail room, as he stepped into the room he ran directly into a young lady heading out. With a slight screech the poor girl landed flat on her butt. "Oh my god," Paul said with concern, reaching down to help her up. "Are you alright?" As he bent to take her hand, his eyes diverted to her legs, down to her sandaled f...
It was a gorgeous Saturday morning. Paul just got out of the shower and saw Amanda out on the deck laying in her bikini. His dick started to get hard again as he began thinking back to last night. He cupped his hand over the crotch of his pants feeling his hard dick swell even more as he watched Amanda applying the suntan lotion over her gorgeous white thigh...
Paul Nicholson was chubby, greying and unfit. At 33 he had had little luck with women and, in short, had retired early from the game, thrown in the towel, and now perpetually sat on the sidelines. He watched his obese friend date attractive young women. He looked on as another friend attracted the girl who would eventually become his wife by igniting a blue...
Copyright Oggbashan November 2004/December 2017 The first two chapters were posted in November 2004. This is the final chapter. The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent spec...
Summer 1970 in my old neighborhood. A story partly based in fact, and the rest.... 1) Thirty eight years old but she felt like she was fifty, Rose Blaine thought as she looked out the front window of her nondescript house. The house was as bland as her life, as plain as she was. Rose had been married for seventeen years to Henry, a long haul trucker who...
Next morning Paul woke at six-thirty. Sue had left, and May was lying beside him. May smiled then kissed, Paul. An hour later they showered together. May made breakfast then they left for the Center. Tonight they were going to eat at the Italian restaurant. That evening May came into the lounge, she looked stunning. She had a blouse on that showed off her b...
The following is a work of fiction. Those who find similarity to any persons living or dead are really taking it way too seriously. The characters depicted are of adult age, even if they don't act like it. Though we're all adults here, certain elements may offend some readers: * graphic descriptions of sexual activity * seduction by artificial/magical mean...
Paul was nervous. He had just been informed across that he was failing all of his classes. It was because of this grim reality that he had been summoned to the office of his guidance counsellor, Ms. Lawrence. Fortunately for the male population of the high school, Lawrence was fresh out of teacher's college and a ripe twenty two years of age. She was a man's...