In the morning, I got up, bathed, dressed and had some coffee. The girls were still in bed asleep. I decided to wake Sue Ann since she might need to go in to work. I did and she started moving though slowly. "That's as much hard fucking in one night that I can remember," she said. "Well," I responded. "Don't let my not being here keep you from trying to top...
Author's Note: This series was never intended to be a series and, even more than that, was never intended to have any character development or off-action chatter. So how this one came about is beyond me. It was inspired by a news report of an actual technological development: Electrodes that could be implanted under the skin at the base of the spine to foo...
Matt and Andy hated working Friday nights. The rush was over, it was a couple hours until closing, and they were the last two working in the small burger restaurant. Nothing fun ever happens late on a Friday night, not in Big Bun Burger. Elsewhere... Lynn started the car. As she backed out of the club's parking lot she thought about the consequences of bei...
I recently told you how I got to fuck the woman who lives next door, to recap my name's Tom, I am 60 and widowed. The couple who live next door (Julie and Paul) helped me overcome the loss of my wife in many ways; eventually I had sex with Julie who became my part time housekeeper. I paid her to look after my house, cook for me etc. I knew they were short of...
On Susan Major's desk the telephone rang. She glanced at it with a frown. That was all she needed. Didn't the world and their ape know that she was up to her eyebrows in work and with a never-ending pile of more work that stretched to the dim and distant horizon to be done? Why is there never a temp around when you need one? Hopefully, whoever it was would...
Sir Josiah Pinchpenny walked from his dressing room into his wife's boudoir where Eleanor sat at her dressing table wearing nothing except her peignoir. She had an elegant body for a woman of 55 yrs. Her breasts were still firm, the aureoles a deep dark pink and nipples a light red. From experience he knew that the nipples could deepen to brown and the aureo...
A couple of years ago I happen to mention to my wife, while in the heat of passion, that I had fantasy where she was my personnel slut for day, not that I like sluts, or that a slut is a bad person, but I think every man would love to have a slut for one day. After a few years had gone by I had completely forgotten about this fantasy & had worked up a few ot...
POV: Jean Disclaimer: *sigh* They aren't mine....but a girl can wish, can't she? Writer's Notes: Everything has a story, and this is certainly no exception. Several months ago I posted, on this site, a six part story titled Tortured Souls. I was never very happy with the story in its entirety. Part one being the only one that I was satisfied told its story...
I am leaving my building, walking quickly, now entering the lobby. My cell's ringing. I stop and fish out my phone. It's Katie, my wife. "Hello?" I say. Nothing. "Hello? Katie?" Muffled sounds. Not again. She didn't lock her phone. Or, more accurately, I forgot to set her phone to auto lock. All it takes is a little pressure and it redials-- usually me,...
I had been out chopping down a tree on my property, both for future firewood and to help restore the forest to health, when I felt something tear in my stomach and side. I knew almost immediately it was more than a muscle pull and the pain left me unable to stand up straight. I held one arm tight to my side to keep whatever had snapped as immobile as possibl...