"What do you like? What would you like to do? Would you like to try it with me?" Sending the message, I wondered if she will even bother answering. After all, she is a lesbian and much younger, twenty-six to my forty-four. Surprise, an answer ping from the mailbox announcer, and quickly, too. I open the mailbox, open the one new message. An answer, from Emi...
I had been masturbating vigorously for many weeks following my encounter at Melinda's place. The thoughts of what I experienced that evening were a wonderful source for some very dirty and beautiful fantasies about her for some time afterwards. What I had experienced was direct contact with several pairs of her soiled, smelly panties. Those deep, brown di...
This is the story of my sex with my boss Rahul. I have always noticed that Rahul, my boss had a crush on me and his eyes are on my breasts. I also liked him and his physique. But he always tries to find fault with all my work and I continued to make mistakes. He once called me in his Cabin and told me that my probation is going to end in a month and my per...
Several years ago I was invited to the house of a work colleague for a small social gathering. It so happened that he was actually away, even though about 10 of us eventually gathered. I had arrived about an hour or so early where I met his wife Kerry, which was the first time I had actually met her. She was really an attractive woman and we seemed to hit it...
Hi I'm Gill and my boyfriend is Chris. Depilation, pubic shaving, bald beaver, shaven havens, bald pussy or bare cunt call it what you will came to me in 1988. This is my story. Chris is a nudist and he had been living with me for about three months, when we made love he often said how much he loved to see mature women who had no pubic hair and how much nic...
Denise was a 52-year-old nurse whom I had known for many years as a family friend. It was somewhat by misfortune that we reconnected recently at a funeral of a family member but it happened to rekindle the many fantasies about Denise that I had previously enjoyed, having seen her visit us when I was a teenager in her white nurse's uniform. I could not imag...
I took Jane to meet Sarah - and what an occasion that turned out to be. During the evening meal, Jane told us that her parents were leaving the county because of her father's job; he was being relocated to the North of England. Jane, upset at the thought of leaving her job and friends, and me, said she didn't want to go and intended looking for suitable acco...
The redheaded person is a rarity because the genes for red hair are recessive. This means that each person with true red hair must have received the gene from both parents, which is unlikely since this gene is rarer than almost all other genes for hair color. The only one rarer is the gene for absolutely platinum blonde hair. Naturally, this makes the redhe...
I wrote this story in 2002. It's 10:30 am, and my stomach is doing backflips. I'm aboard a Northwest Airlines flight into Detroit Metro Airport after a one-week business trip to California, but I'm not airsick or white-knuckled. I'm thinking about my wife, who I will see in just a few minutes at the terminal. I met Lucia at a party in college. She was a tr...
Heather was making pathetic, sobbing noises before her mother even left the building. Heather had lived a life of luxury and self indulgence. Nothing that had come before had ever prepared her for what she was experiencing now. "Your mother is gone now, Heather," Miss Smithers announced. "Now you belong to me." "Mmmmmfff," Heather whined. "After an hour o...