When I was a senior in high school I had a class with Ms. Morgan, and Ms. Morgan was attractive. Unusually so. Or at least she was to me. Alyssa Morgan was her full name, and she didn't show a lot of cleavage or wear high heels or anything like that but was attractive in a subtle way, in a sort of way she couldn't help, and had long, dark, hair, almost black...
There was nothing significant about the day - I'd gotten up, had breakfast with the kids before they headed off to school, read the front page and some of the comics, made a piece of toast and headed off to work. Once there, I'd grabbed a cup of coffee, booted up, and started deleting through the daily pile of spam and much of the formatted stuff from within...
This story is stand alone. But it is a sequel to an earlier trilogy; The Big Tease, Oral in the Ocean and Fucking Under the Foredeck. ***** It had been two weeks since the last trip on the yacht; the one where we had finally found the privacy to consummate our relationship. Each of us living at home might make good economics in an expensive Sydney real es...
"Take it, bitch, take it," Charles commanded as he thrust repeatedly into the panting blonde crouched on the hotel bed before him. Reaching over her sweat-sheened back, he grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled, forcing her head up. As he began pumping harder and faster, her groans increased in tempo and pitch until she was almost screaming in ecsta...
Summer of 18, Pt. 04 - Copyright, 2007 - 2014, Trace Ekies. All rights reserved. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 'Summer of 18' is a significantly enhanced rewrite of four stories I wrote nearly seven years ago. The separate stories in their original form have appeared on two other web sites. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Kara was looki...
Joy to the World playing softly in the background, Christmas was definitely in the air in this small corner of sunny Florida. A large, finely adorned Christmas tree blinked its lights from the corner of the Italian café despite the soft morning light of Boxing Day. Traditional holiday and Italian flavors mixed and floated from the kitchen and caused mouths t...
My special thanks to hkf999 for editing the story. * I had a dilemma. I had two women. My wife, Sally, that I didn't want to hurt for anything in the world and a sexy nympho neighbor, that wouldn't take "no" for an answer. But I know what your thinking. "Hey man, you've got it made. Two women and the wife doesn't know. You're the man!" Right? Wrong. But...
I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys I fuck somew...
Authors Notes: First off, I'd like to thank a certain female Swedish member of the AH for the plot bunny and the explanation of "Fuck Buddies". I'd heard the term mentioned briefly somewhere else but she made it an itch that I had to scratch. I'd also like to thank Rumple Foreskin for the excellent edit. I didn't know a writer, namely me, could make so man...
Eight Number one wife meet two and three. She was waiting at the gate with a surly guard when my limo pulled up, I was out and over to her even as we stopped. "Come on. Let's get you that look over my ship you wanted." I escorted her to the car and climbed in after her, pulling her into my arms as soon as we were seated, a discrete real driver turned his...