(Note:The following essay was meant as a curiosity, or even a joke. Certainly, I've yet to come across anything comparable that's been written. The reader should be forewarned that there is nothing the least bit erotic below, aside from the excerpts from "Friday Night"; if anything, in fact, these pages are likely to lessen your enjoyment of erotic stories....
"Are you sure you got all of this down Becky," the nicely dressed, middle aged brunette asked. "Of course Ms. Harris," the eighteen year old babysitter replied. "All right," Ms. Harris said, "Well little Jack is asleep down in the basement so he shouldn't give you any trouble. I just want someone here to make sure nothing happens, just in case." Becky nod...
I'm new to this, so comments are welcome! I lay on my back on the bed, stroking slowly. I thought of the sexy, unapproachable girls on the beach. I thought of their pert breasts in bikini tops with the nipples showing through (nice effect in the cold seawater). The wet fabric clung to their bottoms, and even showed their pussies if you got the chance to be...
“You do love me?” she asked in a whisper full of conviction, yet filled with implicit pleading and hope. The question seemed to go through my body like a rusty knife, tearing through my entrails and shriveling the small flame of my own pathetic infatuation. “Jake, Jake are you listening to me?” Pauline demanded, the irritation in her voice a clear warning....
She arrived fashionably late again, wagging her wicked tongue and wanting to be naughty. I nicely declined the offer of her advances as she strutted into my office and wrapped her arms around my neck. But before I loosened the tight tie from my shirt, she turned and pinned her gyrating flesh of her soft body against me, sensually grinding her hips on my crot...
Last time we read about Vicki and her young neighbor, Jim. Now it's later in her life, she's 40, still divorced, still attractive, long blonde hair and great legs. If anything, maybe an additional five pounds, but hardly noticeable. It's a Super Bowl party at a local bar close to where she lives. She's out with her friend, Terri, a redhead, and attractive....
Marie's jaw dropped when she saw Evan's picture on MySpace. Was it possible that she'd just found her high school flame after eight years? Something deep in her belly fluttered as she clicked the button to request him as a friend. Coming out of a trying divorce, Marie was both excited and afraid to seek out a new relationship; however, meeting up with sweet...
My father, Jonathan, or Jon as he preferred to be called, had always had an eye for the ladies...In his mid 40's, an average looking guy, but with a gift of the gab that usually had the ladies swooning. He worked as an MD for a manufacturing company in Leeds, England, and had had a string of stunning secretaries over the years. My mother was acutely aware of...
There was no respite for Fenton's rigidity as the sneering maid commanded him in, rather than ask him. Even she now had some control over him, by just being female and having the merest element of assertiveness. She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated;...
Michelle Conner was just leaving the shop on Coronation Street when she spotted Katy Armstrong pushing her son Joseph across the cobbles in his buggy. "Hi Katy, how are you keeping? Asked Michelle. Katy had been in a relationship with Ryan, Michelle's son and the older woman had grown quite fond of the teenage mum. "Ok I suppose," lamented Katy a frown on...