X. Initially Matt drifted through The Club mainly as an incidental participant in the various activities and scenarios and parties. His performance was rarely assertive; never the instigator or dominant, he took direction from others – listened and did as he was told; occasionally he merely followed suit. Usually his participation was as an extension of the...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * We all have a lost love. A kiss that lasted for forty years. A first time for everything, no woman had ever kissed him first before he kissed her. He wanted to kiss her but, having just met the woman not even an hour ago, he didn't want to rush her or pressure her. He was afraid. Fearing that he'd...
I lived in a village in England when I was eighteen and still at school. I lived with my parents and was known to many people in the village. On Saturdays I did my job delivering groceries to houses on my trade bike and ran errands for people. I was sex mad, fancied every woman in sight and in particular older women. My friend's mothers, neighbours, and my p...
This is a continuation from my previous "Unexpected Threesome" stories; although you shouldn't need to have read them to enjoy this. The story was inspired by actual platonic relationships I observed in operation in similar circumstances. You can decide the likelihood of such a mismatched age relationship developing this way. Ned, the owner of a yacht crui...
I sat at the piano and idly played a few bars, a couple of quick arpeggios, scales and runs, tuning was fine, it sounded good, I ran through a couple of numbers, a few ideas for my solos. The bar was closed, the lights mostly off. I loved this time before we opened, before the public spoilt it all. I loved performing, just hated the clientele. Sometime after...
(Yes, this is a story about wife-sharing, so if you're not into that, please be warned: you won't like this story. I'd hate to think of you wasting your valuable time on a story you hate, and then have to send me an email to tell me what you think of me. There are certainly other stories on this site that you'll like far better.) The day before Davy was...
Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first two parts of this tale, I'd suggest that you do so... If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed qu...
This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination. This story should have enough facts for you to use yo...
Saturday morning started wonderfully. I felt a warm wet presence wrapped around my manhood and slowly drifted from sleep into consciousness to find my lovely wife Sue greedily sucking my cock. That kind of alarm clock always starts the day out right. For several minutes I pretended to be asleep, simply lost and enjoying the feeling. Slowly my memory of the...
The lights were on. He supposed they would be, being only 9:30, but he knew it was getting late to call. The sweat on his palms could only be partially blamed on the humidity. He knocked, swallowing and steeling himself for the next step. There was no turning back after his knuckles struck the front door. "I'll get it," he heard her shout into the house. "...