I continued to be the live-in housekeeper for the Thomas's and as we approached the summer's middle, Dr. Thomas and I were having some type of sex at least 5 days a week with his wife's secret permission. She had gone through menopause and hated sex, especially with his large 9 inch cock and the pain it caused her. Patrice had told me that because he and I w...
Our street is, as they say, “bottom of the heap,” you know, in distinct contrast to old Frank Sinatra who proclaimed in song he wanted to be “Top of the heap.” Back some time in the middle of the twentieth century some politicians and town planners decided they wanted to build a sort of Utopia for us down the bottom people. Utopia, “No place,” was about rig...
Chap.1. Daytime "Bridge night tonight?" she asked while they were seated at the table eating a late breakfast. "Right, and I forgot to tell you, we're playing here. It's hot in the city and the guys thought it might be cooler out here. They also want to see the camp," he answered curtly. "Well thanks for telling me now. I was planning to go downtown with...
Because of his excellent grades and great aptitude for computer science, James had earned a scholarship to a prestigious private prep school. Since the school was a long way from home, James boarded in a dormitory along with a dozen or so other boys. It was a co-ed school, but boys and girls lived in separate dorms. Initially James was terribly nervous abou...
This story is a first for me, a collaboration with Mostera1, a well known fellow author. It came about at his suggestion and it was his idea that I fleshed out as the designated wordsmith. My partner provided plot direction and a good deal of detail input, so it truly was a joint project. We also had some useful feedback from PostScriptor as well. Any errors...
It's not quite dusk. The sun still shines. Its rays are soft, golden and tinged with red and violent where it pierces the gathering clouds. The light turns the water in the swimming pool a pale indigo. The color holds me spellbound. The wind blows on my bared breasts, sending nipples cresting. Goosebumps spread on my arms and thighs. I am on my knees. Ch...
Author's note. This story is about a couple that dared to explore their sexuality by having sex outside of marriage. For them, it works. If you dislike a story of this kind, or you think their conduct is improper, that is your right, but don't display your ignorance by taking the time to read it and then tell the world it is disgusting, while hiding behin...
"We finally have to address the matter of sex!" Great concern was speaking from the eyes of the Commissioner for Youth and Family at the European Union as he looked at his colleagues gathered in the small conference room. "Our latest research has confirmed what we all long suspected... During the last decades the ever-growing porn industry has...
When Molly Evans started working for Johnson Homes, she was married to Gary Evans, who worked for the Great Southern Banks. That was five years ago. Now, Molly was newly divorced. Gary was always so prim and proper. Not a hair was out of place. He would push her away before he left for work so as to not get her lipstick or powder on his clothes. As you might...
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback as always. You all are so supportive and wonderful and without all of you my writing would be like masturbating, lonely and mostly unfulfilling. Please feel free to comment and I will do my best to get back to you. I would like to give a special thank you to Tessie L'Amour for helping me look over the work to make sur...