Lawn care takes an unexpected voyeurism and exhibitionism masturbation detour I cut grass, mow lawns, manicure shrubs, trim bushes, and plant trees. Right handed and always trimming from the right side, I've never been a switch hitter when using my hedge trimmer, if you know what I mean. Always working from the same side of the hedge, even though the grass...
Believe it or not, there are benefits to the ridiculous fuel prices that have plagued our country. I am a living, breathing example of it. A few years ago, I was in a real slump. I was working part time, going to school full time, and living at my mom's place. It doesn't sound so bad, until I say that I wasn't fresh out of high school. No, things hadn't chan...
This story in the second part story and a follow up to "Girly Shopping". * Exactly one week had passed by since the shopping trip into town with my wife and her newly acquired "friend" the reason I highlight friend is because I had just discovered three days previous to the shopping trip that my wife Kerry was having sex with this work colleague and friend...
This is the second part of a story.You may wish to read "Sunday Lunch - The Week Before" if you have not already read it. * Sunday morning we woke late. My name is Tim and my wife, Rachel, is laying naked beside me in bed. We are in our mid fifties and today we're having lunch at the home of John and Debbie. They're in their late fifties and we've found ou...
Sheila Fox was a fat, dark brown, jovial woman in her mid-thirties. She had a firm looking pair of big boobs, and nice, shapely plump lips which were always quick with a smile that would also light up her big, shiny black eyes that looked like water reflecting light -- as a result, her girlishly pretty face always seemed to bear a look of excitement or awe....
This story is entirely fictitious. All names and likenesses are fabricated, and all characters depicted are over the age of 18. This story is multiple pages / chapters, and involves elements of romance and erotica. -------------------------------- Chapter One: "Have you ever thought about guys?" David inquired, sparking a tattered green bic lighter. "H...
Note to self, Trina: I don't care how bad it tastes, never EVER spit in the car. Malcolm is a pretty reliable guy. Street smart and tool savvy, knows how to jump-start a car, can fix anything that runs on batteries. Not the hottest thing on two legs, but he keeps fit. Big biceps, killer pecs, and when he's hitting the gym regularly, a washboard stomach that...
From the moment we first locked eyes I felt like I could read her mind, our connection seemingly telepathic. I could feel the fire radiating inside of her. Her desire was written all over her freshly painted ruby red lips. The months of texting and flirting have finally culminated this evening and things went wonderfully. She is as beautiful as I imagined bu...
I'm a Church of England vicar's wife. Though I'm married to a priest I'm every bit as interested in sex as any other woman in her mid thirties is. But in my role I've always got to be the so innocent respectable wife. Unlike other young women I can't wear my skirts as high up my thighs as I'd like, or wear tight curve clinging tops that show off my tits. I w...
Copyright Neonurotic 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 specific places or living persons. # Late Sunday afternoon at my Lake Pontchartrain camp in the bayou, I sat...