The evening after our sex at the Y with Mindy watching was my first real "date" with Sara. We went across the River to an older place that had New Orleans jazz and Cajun food. Along with the great food and music, and a couple of glasses of wine, we had many laughs. I was thinking, and hoping, that something was developing between us beyond sex and nudity; al...
In the previous chapter, I shared how I met Cynthia and how our relationship had survived our first crisis. After we resumed our hot sex, we played hard and steady for about a month. However, one evening during some hot oral sex, she started talking dirty. She was saying things like, "Shove your big cock up my hot cunt." It excited me and I shot my load into...
Kathy got rid of her ex boyfriend Steve. She apologized to me, which was a first, for cheating and making a fool of me. Steve was her first boyfriend and they had to break up when he was sent to prison. He was her first love and when she ran into him one day she just got carried away. They came up with the idea of him pretending to be her brother so that the...
Sunday dawned quietly. We awoke, showered, and ate without disturbing the feeling of tranquility. While Jen cleaned up from breakfast, I took out the trash and straightened up the garage. When Jen came out of the house, I suggested a drive in the country. We grabbed some pop and some snacks and headed out of town. We ended up at a picnic site about ten miles...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number...
Chapter 2: Monday Morning Poolside Impromptu Steve's private retreat was situated two-thirds of the way up the bluff overlooking the La Playa Spa and Resort. It wrapped partially around the promontory which protected the hidden cove from the prevailing winds, providing spectacular views of the beach and crystal Caribbean in the direction of Aruba, just twen...
It had been an unusual train journey from start to finish. The guard had smiled at Sally in a friendly way as she had boarded the train but there had been something odd about his eyes which had made it difficult for her to look away. It had been the same when he had checked her ticket. It could not have lasted more than a second but it somehow seemed as if a...
Even though this is labeled as Part 6, it is the seventh story in Wendy's series. For background, I suggest the reader click on Wendy's name and read the previous stories. I have written some of them, and Wendy has written some. It turns us both on to relive and write about her past escapades. In this series, she wrote the first several stories, which are a...
It was the Friday after Labor Day and, thankfully, it was quite in The Bucket of Blood. Only ten of the guys from the motorcycle club, including myself, were in the bar that night. Fewer and fewer of the members were coming to the bar on the weekends, and I thought I knew the reason why. When we had first formed the Buccaneer's Motorcycle Club, there would...
"You mean," Dakota asked, "you just parade in front of those guys, and then you pick one, and then you ... you FUCK him? And you've never met him before?" "I can't help it," Mary Jane replied, shrugging her shoulders and looking a little bit embarrassed at her friend's reaction. "I just find it terribly arousing, that's all... knowing that as I'm walking ar...