"Dreams turn to nightmares" Husband's View The next day at work was as tired and distracted as the days before. My boss noticed a drop in my performance too and asked me to stay late to finish my work. My mind was racing though from last night. I heard the sounds of porn music and I heard the bed creaking and some squeals and moans, but past that I couldn'...
It's all about me, and it's really my game. I'm the femme fatale and my husband, Sean, makes the arrangements. He knows the kind of men I like, he browses our online inquiries and makes the selections, showing me options to encourage my "titillation". That way, I get to go about my daily business and get to just enjoy the game when the meeting finally comes....
Need waits with longing for the familiar entrance of dear ones who pad barefoot through the soul on ordinary days. Desperately, the man pressed on the breastbone of the prostrate body of the pretty young girl: One – two – three – four, breath; one – two – three – four, breath... He repeated the cycle of cardio pulmonary resuscitation, that life restoring ac...
Author's note: While this story is entirely fictitious and no characters bear any relationship to any real person, its setting is factual. Queenstown, New Zealand, is recognized as the party capital of New Zealand on New Year's eve; fireworks are let off at midnight on a barge on the lake, and the skirts worn by the girls are the shortest that I have had the...
I guess I should have checked the weather before I left the cabin. It was a perfectly beautiful morning when I left. The air was fresh and clear, the sun was shining and only a few speckles of clouds here and there. What a change a few hours can make. I was visiting the Arkansas Headwater State Park in Colorado. They boasted 40 miles of trails along the Upp...
Doug, a freshman in college and basketball player, had hours of wild sex with Marie, the mother of Doug's high school classmate. Marie's son just married Doug's mother in the series Brighton Graduate. Marie awoke in a dark room, the light from the hallway illuminating the young body next to her. He was laid out like a Playgirl centerfold, his dark brown sk...
Chapter 2 The town bully has his way with one of the ladies Tami pulled into her driveway and took her gym bag from the back seat before heading into the house. It was still about two hours before the kids would need to be picked up from school and she needed to think about what had happened earlier at the gym. She poured a glass of wine and went upstairs...
Here's a short chapter to keep you Devil fans happy while I work on some more. ***** So let's see. If I went to a Sexaholics Anonymous meeting, what would I say when I stood up to speak for the first time... "My name's Margaret, and I love sex. I know I'm supposed to say 'I'm a sexaholic', but lets just stick with 'I love sex,' at least for now. I met a f...
"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!" The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. "Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman. "What the hell?" he mutte...
I'll try not to repeat too much, but recommend the reader check out my story, "Buckets," (also in Exhibitionist/Voyeur) first, to get the background. *** Hello again. I'm still David, and Anna's still the wife (5'4", 135#, 34C-30-38, blue with brown). As her 49th approached, she worried the usual worries about getting older, life passing by, and such. I ur...