Chapter 1 My wife's 38th birthday was coming, and I planned a nice celebration fortwo. She wasn't at all happy, though. "Honey, what's wrong?" "I'm being silly, Don, but I feel old. I've got some new wrinkles. A couple of grey hairs. I used to feel pretty and felt good about myself, I still remember how all the men used to look at me when I entered a ro...
".... A lovely thick, six-incher and he was a randy bugger. Anyway I just ground me arse into him and he shot his load after five minutes. Right up me cunt - about six spurts, I was dripping with it. You should have heard him grunting and moaning as he came, I don't think he'd had it for months. And we were parked right in front of his house with his old lad...
A couple nights after Jeri's visit, Fritz called to talk to both Ron and MaryAnn. "Hey folks I just got back from Sacramento. Suddenly I'm the Golden Boy in politics and the nabobs up north have been teaching me how to comport myself in the nation's capital. I leave for Washington in a couple weeks to settle in, but first things first. "When we can make th...
This is a true story, at least as far as the situations and events are concerned. The dialogue has been somewhat enhanced, but it reflects my emotions - and my wife's - at the time. ******** I first realized that I wanted my wife to fuck someone else when Barb (my first wife) told me that someone had come on to her at a party while I was out of town on bus...
A girl needs it all ways.. Marie looks as good as ever walking with me along the beach at Farley's Creek. Her long blonde hair shuffling in the slight evening breeze, her clear blue eyes occasionally catching mine when she turns and looks up to me. I tease her so much about being a short ass but she retaliates saying; "better than being so tall with head in...
As a creative writer, I look for things either in my own life or in someone else's and I twist them every which way, creating an original piece of work from my imagination; that's what creative writers do. But once in a while, it's wise to reflect on one's personal life, without changing what really happened, in order to make sure that insanity hasn't taken...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
It all seemed to come down to her nipples. Oh, it never started there, certainly. She hardly ever evinced what one would conventionally interpret as desire. She wasn’t given to frequent or overt displays of affection, even in private. And if she was ever horny, she was as reticent about it as a Vulcan would be about premature ejaculation. Indeed, getting he...
Dr. Winderly and Jim had only a little time to make all the arrangements. Gear to pack and connections to make, but they had enough money to get it done in the time they had. In what seemed a blink, Jim found himself on a 747 over the ocean. Dr. Winderly was curled up on the seat next to him leaning against the window. The middle seat was empty, so she was...