We had been dating for; let's see, about two months when I found out the truth. Sure I was shocked at first, but it wasn't something I had to get used to. It was something that just WAS. Let's go back to the beginning. I was 45 years old and recently divorced. Lost really, in a sea of confusion about where my life went from here. I never thought I would be...
It was the first time I called another man because I needed his cock! I was in the apartment of Connie, one of the women I service as the "Private Dick" in my apartment complex, and she wasn't alone. It seemed I interrupted a unplanned get-together when I showed up at her door with the tax papers I had prepared for her. Present were Peggy and Mary, two other...
"My wife would kill me if she knew we were doing this." I smiled. "Yeah, she probably would." Shannon replied as she nibbled on my left earlobe while massaging my aching cock and heavy balls through my khakis. "Of course, it would be completely worth it." I said as lifted her off of the floor by her ass, kissing her passionately as she wrapped her legs aro...
5. The hardest part about starting a new relationship is learning how to fart silently again. Okay, maybe it's not THE toughest thing, but it's a tough one; when you've spent years' staying on your own, in the cheapest hotels, having to think about things like that comes as a shock to the system. Then, add the fact that you're not entirely sure what kind o...
Tax woke with a rumbling belly, sixteen inches of hard cock, and a serious need to fly. These three things were all somewhat related, but Tax had never been a strong believer in doing things before he absolutely needed to do them. He knew that several of his nestmates saw that as being lazy. He saw it as being frugal. They darted about the mountain peaks, sw...
I don't know if you could call what the two of us were doing dancing, as much as just that drunken bumping and grinding that dancing eventually gets reduced to. Either way, I was enjoying the hell out of myself. I wasn't really that drunk, but alcohol, in my mind, always gives me a justification to be brash with people. Generally I'd be too shy to dance, or...
Author's Note: The following story is based on a fantasy that a Litster posted on the Fetish and Sexuality Central Forum. I spoke with the Litster, gained permission from them to write the story, as well as discovered they would enjoy reading it in 1st POV. I told them I would try writing it in 1st/3rd person POV – if that's the right way to say it? I do ho...
Jane came out of the bathroom clad in a white bra and yellow, patterned panties. "Come on, let's go," she said, looking into the mirror, applying the final touches to her hair. William stirred, but didn't move. "Come on, time to get up." Jane went over to the bed and threw the blanket off of him. "Holy cow, you are up...Woodie-alert!" William smiled. "How...
When they ask, I tell people that I met my wife on the internet. I'm sure they assume it was on a dating site. But the full story is much more interesting, how she came to own me and how I came to worship her as my wife. I'd been single off-and-on for a long time. 28 years old. I had a decent job in engineering. I've had a few good girl friends, but nothin...
Earlier this year I had to travel to Cleveland for a business trip that would last a few days and straddle a weekend. My wife was excited because her best friend Penny lives there; she immediately had visions of us both spending the weekend partying with her. Our daughter's schedule intervened, however, and kept her from joining me. She said that I should st...