A lost art, whittling. Passed on from father to son, though in my family it had skipped a generation. I learned it from my grandfather. My father thought of it as a waste of time. Granddad taught me to use it as a thinking tool. I had been doing this it seemed all my life. I would go to the backyard with a block of soft wood and my sharpened pocketknife and...
How My Hot Wife Satisfies Her Boredom It was a Saturday afternoon and the wife and I were sitting around flipping through the channels. Nothing on and just one of those blah days. Barbara asked me "How about getting into some trouble tonight." Well with living in Vegas there's always some trouble available. "Sure why not," I replied. "What kind of trou...
From an early age I'd developed, and my 36DD breasts had attracted my share of attention from men. Missionary-position sex had always lacked stimulation for me, and so I began to warm to the idea of a little kink to raise the libido. John's oral skills are a constant reminder that things could have been better, and for quite a few years, we both continued to...
Jenni moved her head down until her eyes were staring right at the head of my throbbing six inch cock. She then looked up into my eyes and said "DO I kiss it all over?" "Oh yes Jenni please, kiss it now and stop teasing me." Jenni let out a small giggle then gave my dick a kiss right at the bottom of the head. I let out a moan "ahhh" "You like that do you?...
"Whoa, Whoa, who's the new kid?" Betty said turning to the three other ladies seated at the picnic table. "Billy, he's here to fix whatever goes wrong in this place," said Wendy looking up from her sandwich. The four ladies ate lunch every day at the picnic table outside the daycare where they all worked. They were all great friends and enjoyed their daily...
Hello everyone, I want to thank all who have read, voted and commented on my story. This is a work of fiction and fantasy. The events depicted within, did not and should not happen in real life. Any similarities to real people and places is strictly coincidental. All characters in my story are above the age of 18. I do realize that what happens in this ser...
Letters from Alisa Hi Rick, It was good to hear from you after all these years. We have both been through a lot of changes since we were lovers back then. I enjoyed our talking about our fantasies, and my pussy was so hot after that phone call that I had to have three orgasms before I could sleep. I should warn you, I've become a little more assertive in...
In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home. When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good frie...
I met my wife Melanie later in life. I was 35 and she was 37. Melanie was a beautiful woman, five feet eight, slim, great legs and ass, and a glorious set of purchased breasts, topped by long blond hair. Imagine Linda Evans from the old TV show Dynasty. Melanie and I had both done well in our careers. We had enough money to live a good life and we did. Mel...
Mistress Melody had become my mistress recently and I was very deeply in love with her. Melody is not that tall but is a very sexy black woman with long braided hair. Her dominant personality was over six foot tall though. I was a transvestite submissive sissy and I was her total slave. We both knew my little 4 inch dick would never satisfy her so she had...