Early Seventies. Last of the Summer, just before the Autumn walks all over it. Mid Friday afternoon, storm coming, sky as sullen as my mood. Walking out the last of my high school days, did well in my last exams, just turned eighteen, ought to be as happy as a pig in shit but I'm not. Want to see Sandra, my tutor. Known her a long time and we click like a...
Too often, in the newness of the swinging lifestyle, we see husbands or wives with dissimilar interests in continuing beyond the initial excitement. I was fortunate. My wife had found that it was just as exciting with a total stranger as it had been with her first lovers. All I had to do was encourage her. 5 We had barely gotten settled in our new loca...
Her name was Casey Fernandez. She was 34, shoulder-length hair the colour and sheen of a horse-chestnut fresh from its case, deep dark eyes, high cheek bones, a mouth that promised much and (as I discovered) delivered more. We were not exactly living together all the time, which explains how it came about that we had been fucking several times a week for mor...
Ellen and I met at a Sunday school church picnic. Her families had just moved to our town, and were in the process, of joining our church. My mother, being on the welcoming committee, asked that I show her around town and make her feel welcome. Ellen was a real looker. At about 5'6", about 125 lbs, with long brown hair and a beautiful face, I felt my heart...
Chapter 1: The Ragle Years Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah I - The Ragle Years 12:37 A.M. July 1, 1989 Red Rock Mesa, Arizona Even the stars were passing judgement. Sarah lay in the chill darkness of the high desert, staring despondently at th...
Hiya! My name is Amanda. You can call me Mandy, everyone else does! I have a lovely story, but I will have to get some background info to ya first. A drunk driver orphaned me about 5 years ago now during a rainy night in October. My parents were the plan ahead sort so by their will I have been well cared for by my aunt and uncle. They had two kids, Sheri and...
Read "Working Away" by 'Steve' (foldedpaper)? Read "Working Away" by 'Tina' (possibly to become origami)... Texting 'dirty' didn't come naturally to Tina. After all, she'd been married these last 12 years -- since before mobile phones were common! So she gave her words a fair amount of thought. I want to fuck you senseless...no, too forward, too crude. I wa...
I began to get a little aroused as soon as I found myself outside her office. I knew it had been a while since any sort of sex, and that this had been coming (why should I lie? I had on a few occasions, when finding myself with a quiet moment, when thoughts that were leading me on, stopped, not without doing anything, not without undressing, say, not without...
This is a sequel to my story 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' that I wrote after popular demand. A lot of context in this story cannot be understood unless you've read the first story. If you have not already, please take a look at 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' to get a better idea of who these characters are and how they got in this messy situation. Enjoy!...
If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end. There just inside the open doorway stood my wife of twenty-two years, wearing only a black lace bustier, crotchless black panties, and black mesh stockings finishing in black 'fuck-me' high heels. Next to her stood her friend from work, Kiesha, who if anything looked even better. A tall, light-skinned African-Ame...