Before you under forty crowd dismiss my story, I want to tell you something that actually happened. Years ago my wife and I went to a stage show in Tahoe where a sixty eight year old Tempest Storm preformed. Her body had every man drooling and every woman envious. One arrogant bitch screamed out, "You are too old to strip." Tempest locked her eyes on the wom...
I rolled off Laura's belly and lay upon my back my organ still fully erect and aching with need to cum. "Ooooh!" she questioned fondling my penis with her eager hands. "You didn't cum after all that fucking?" "I can tell you want lots of hard cock my love, and I'm here to give it to you sweetheart." "YUM!" she laughed happily, lowering her face to my p...
"I decided something," my wife said, reaching across the table to take my hand. A beginning like that always sets off alarms in my head. This time turned out to be different, though. "If you want, you can ask Melinda if she wants to have a threesome with us." I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Melinda had been my friend before I met Sandy. Then she was our frie...
Chapter One: The Morning After "Ringggggg. Ringgggggg. Ringggggg." Carol was groggily awakened by the sound of a ringing telephone. It was not her cell phone, for she had turned it off to ensure that her bill would stay within her Uncle Ray's budget. This phone was coming from Uncle Ray's room. She usually ignored that phone, for it was never for her. "Ca...
"Call me they," said the diminutive, tomboyish, short-haired and curvy Native American gal as she looked me up and down from behind her desk, dripping with attitude. Snorting, I looked at her like she had two heads and they were both fucked up. Ever since I moved to the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, I'd seen and exper...
After living this way for two years I was back on the Island with my little boy, that was the result of that encounter. Thankfully, the building that I now own has a place to live upstairs and I can keep an eye on my son while I run the studio and take photos of all the tourists that want their vacations to be remembered with professional photos. This morni...
'Can I give you a hand with those boxes?' The upstairs flat had been let at last and Helga could see that the new tenant was a few years younger than herself. He was unloading boxes of books and computer equipment from a station wagon parked next to her BMW outside. Columns of air shimmered in the street in front of the block of flats. He was sweating profu...
Kima said it first. - "Taliesine? You ... you were dead." That was precisely what we were all thinking, as we stood in the blood-spattered wreckage of our sitting room, with the bodies of Cremyne and her cronies strewn on the floor. Syrava's broken neck was twisted at a grotesque angle, and her unsettling eyes were still open. It struck me that Kima ha...
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers. Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge. It...
I picked up this slut at a dyke bar I like, a notorious pick-up joint for horny lesbians looking to take a walk on the wild side. She was a college student from the State U. campus and was down there looking for some action. I took her home with me and we spent a torrid, sweaty two hours going at each other until we collapsed, our pussies raw, our bodies wor...