Friday, February 14, 1975 He knew that he should have ignored the page but being a "go-to guy" in his department had afforded him preferential scheduling of service calls around his classes at UCLA all these years. When he had found a pay phone and called into dispatch the service call that he was assigned turned out to be on the way home, and from the d...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Thomas Nathan Thibodaux got out of his 2018 black and gold Mustang. He admired the glossy paint job, admired the s...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. Many thanks and gratuitous panty-shots from Freja and Jeanie go out to my long-suffering proof-reader and editor for his help. As always, reviews are welcome; flames will be snicker...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
We've been married fourteen years Pen and I. I'm Oscar, Oscar Whitman, age thirty-six, I tape in at five-six and one-forty. Penelope, my wife, also thirty-six, comes in at around five-nine, one-twenty-five. Oh, and she's a very nice looking lady with some really nice female equipment: 36Cs and a truly sensational butt. Until today our lives have been pretty...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
She wasn't through getting more production out of her submissive husband. After I finished the kitchen she suggested I assist with her bath and packing. I ran her tub, washed her body, even shaved her legs and underarms. When she finished she had me towel her dry. It was weird, but sensual to have a towel in her crack drying her bottom. "A few more things a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. There are mistakes; expect to find many of them. Chapter 20 "Really? REALLY? You'll let that brat put her booger infested hands on you, but I...
I've never submitted a story in the Loving Wives category, and I'm doing so now with great trepidation. Frankly, the commentators in this section are brutal. Many, though, are very insightful and offer genuinely thoughtful comments about writing style, character development, and the like. My only complaint with this category is that much of the basic plot li...
//: 2105, City of Minneapolis. University of Minnesota. Troy hunched his head down, ducking out of the physics lab. First his breath frosted in the early winter air. Then he realized the sky was dark, and checking his wristwatch he found that it was a little past one in the morning. He shoved his right hand into a pocket, shivering in the cold despite the...