I grew up in a small farming community in northern Michigan. My husband Alan is originally from Pennsylvania. We met in college, and we married shortly after we both graduated. We're in our early fifties now, and we've been married for thirty-one years. Almost immediately after we were married, Alan's job took us to Atlanta, so we don't get back to Michigan...
*Give me love like never before/'Cause lately I've been craving more* There's sunlight in his hair. For a moment, she can't think of anything else. The noises of the little cafe melt away and she's simply standing there with a fresh cup of coffee in hand, watching Ivar, who's looking down at something laid out on the table in front of him. And there's sun...
I often think of one particular ex girlfriend. Not that I want to get back with her. We split up because I could not see myself with her long term, still never could. When I split up with her she was really upset, she begged me to not to drop her. She said she didn't understand why, that she thought we were so good together, that she would do anything I want...
Eliza's hands gripped the back of the couch, steadying her against Damian's deep thrusts into her body. The cushions beneath her accepted her weight without complaint, though their rough fibers were digging into her skin. Her head bowed and eyes closed, she let Damian exert himself against her. She gasped each time his cock touched her deepest recesses, and...
Jayne sped down the interstate with the long and winding road unraveling in the old BMW's rearview. Chilly night air crept in through the half-open window, pulling strands of crimson hair loose from her messy ponytail. She gnawed at her bottom lip until it bled, chewing through cheap drugstore lipstick that had dried hours ago. As Jayne moved faster through...
"Another day gone". You murmur to yourself. Stuck in a perpetual state of failing and repeating courses in college, you decide to strike out and find a job, to get something of value to show your mom, or perhaps fund the cost of repeating courses yourself so she wont notice. You contacted with a game development gig that you were introduced to, by...
Seventy-four-year-old author Sandra Grant discusses her debut short-story collection, which focuses on the sex lives and intimate relationships of characters in their 60s and 70s. JOHN WAYNE, HOST: This is POINT NETWORK. I'm John Wayne. There are some graphic sex scenes in Sandra Grant's new collection of short stories, "Scary Old Sex." But they're mostl...
It seemed like the perfect day to Sharon, her day at the beach with her boyfriend Roger was wonderful. The weather was great and the two had a fun time swimming, walking around the boardwalk and even getting frisky in the ocean. While they were in shoulder deep water, Roger swam up to Sharon and kissed her deeply while his hands felt her up & down all over h...
As a man, have you ever fucked your partner wearing a strapon? It is truly a unique experience. You can see the pleasure that you are giving your partner, but can feel nothing physical yourself. The pleasure you feel is internal, psychological. You feel empowered because you are giving that pleasure to someone else. Your pleasure is irrelevant because of th...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I had a feeling that something was different with my wife Caroline. Not much, but enough for a man who had known her for twelve years and been married for ten. Caroline and I, Lars Ekman has an average Scandinavian family with two children, seven years old boy and a five years old girl. We live in our own h...