Ron, a male straight journalist, meets Leila, the chairwoman of the local Lesbian Association, in the "Clit-ivy" bar. Besides Leila sits a big-boobed friend of her, who tensely looks at Ron, who feels both aroused and uneasy at her stare. Moreover, Ron notices that whenever he changes body posture, Leila's friend follows suit – and sometimes vice versa. So...
Don't ask me why I ever married Harry, it sure wasn't cause I loved the guy but his money did come in handy thou. I met Harry just after high school and thought my girlfriends would be jealous of me having a 29 year old boyfriend with a nice car and money to spend, but they soon began to disappear. The next thing I know is other than my mom, the only person...
I think of you and I think of controlling you for a night. I think of making that a night out and a night back in. Of exploring the possibilities that involving other people would bring. Teasing, taunting, arousing. exposing, and watching. Letting you know how much to show, and who to show it to, or just watching you act after being given permission. Going...
When the cats away..... This one started with Michele leaving to go shopping on a Saturday morning. Later that afternoon I was sitting in the house watching TV when I heard the phone ring. When I answered it, I heard Billy's voice on the other end. He told me that he flew into Amarillo for a visit, and asked if I could pick him up at the Airport. I asked hi...
Being single for a long period of time is exceptionally difficult, especially when desires and lust fill your dreams every night. You fight every single day to not give in to these urges, to control yourself until the timing is right, but finally giving in to your lust, you decide that tonight is the night you live your fantasy. Dressing in your sexiest skir...
I was merely looking for a tranquil, quiet life in the suburbs. Just out of a short, though turbulent marriage, I decided against life in a singles ghetto. Instead, I opted for the distraction of a yard and a small house, while I regained my bearings. Some of my neighbors had other ideas. My usual morning workout routine was interrupted by the sound of the...
I am narrating a true story happened in my life some years ago. I was married for almost 10 years then and well versed with women and sex. I was 35 years old . We were staying in a small place like Mysore and there was not much scope for extra marital affairs there. This tale is about my sister-in-law whose name was Sandhya and how I chanced upon an opportu...
Not long after the helicopter crash I found myself looking back on my time with Becky. It wasn't long after my evening encounter with 18 year old Becky that she officially broke up with Brad. He told everyone he broke up with her because she wouldn't put out, but I knew otherwise. Within the month Becky had gone from acting like she didn't know me to smili...
Written in Loving Memory of a Generous Lady * * * * * A warning to the reader. If you are looking for huge cocks, long shapely legs, full swelling bosoms, mountainous climaxes and the like, do not read on. It began at a twenty first-birthday party back in the 1950s. I was about twenty-one or twenty-two at the time, and had just finished my apprenticeship...
I am always looking for feedback on my stories, if you have any comment, please let me know by e-mail or Public Comment. Oh, and please, do not forget to vote - neonlyte Truth is, I don't really do blow jobs. Well not as a matter of course, it is not the main item on the menu. I can never make up my mind if I really enjoy it or not. Depends on a lot of thi...