Chris was walking back from taking her young son to school, she was feeling melancholy, and it was something she often felt? Her husband hadn't made love to her for more than 5 days now, and she was feeling a bit down. She was the kind of woman who loved, even craved at times, love and attention, she had always needed lots of it, but hubby was not really th...
For some people, birthdays can be a pain, at least after a certain age. When you're young, you look forward to birthdays. They're another step towards maturity and the privileges that go with adulthood. It's a positive event. For most people, 29 is the turning point. After that, birthdays can just be another reminder of unfulfilled plans, lost opportunitie...
Author's Note: There's a lot of plot in this chapter, but it's a little light on the sexual activity. I promise to rectify that with chapter 9. Please enjoy. ***** "Stephen! Are you up yet, babe?" Stephen stirred slightly in his sleep. His eyes blinked open once, twice, and then a third time, finally staying open as the mostly dark lit room absorbed his...
As with all my writing, there's a bit of romance and build-up. ------------ "Interspecies cohabitation and education is not only inadvisable, it is in fact quite unsustainable in a modern setting." - Aart's 'Arguments Against Interspecies Interactions' Silver Creek Conservatory was one of the last bastions that promoted and practiced the intermingling of...
Scott exposes Julia to even more, allowing another man to touch her for the first time in their marriage and she surrenders her bottom to Scott. This chapter contains oral and anal sex, bondage and discipline consisting of spanking, public arousal and orgasms. Continuing to remind that for purposes of this tale, STD's are not a public health thing. I think t...
My neighbor, Julia, and I always greeted each other with little more than a "hello, warm day," when we saw each other. She was often in her garden, pulling weeds from the ranunculus filled borders. When they finished flowering she put in salvias. It was a beautiful backdrop to her smile. I was always tired and appreciated having the colour and cheerfulness i...
This is the first part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental. Dear Stranger, We've never met. In fact, I picked you at random from one of those white pages sites on the Internet. You may have already noticed that there'...
Chapter 9 Vidya Ketteridge—Fucking the Belly Dancer Vidya Ketteridge was from the sub-continent of India by way of Britain where she had married the weasel, St. John Ketteridge. He married her for her money. She married him to spite her father or mother or both, so any cock would have sufficed equally well. In retrospect, she likely thought many cocks woul...
Introduction: It was the summer of 1967 and songs like "Groovin", "Windy", and "Light My Fire" were being played on every radio station you turned to. Societal attitudes and mores were rapidly being turned around. The innocence of generations past were being turned upside down and basically discarded. The youth of the period were creating a much different wo...
Things had kind of leveled out. It was 1988. I had my three children. The youngest that came after my neighbor knocked me up was definitely brighter and a little cuter than the two I had with my husband. No longer needing to fear getting pregnant I pretty much fucked any man that showed an interest. There were a lot of those. Casual sex with strangers, neigh...