My name is Margaret Norman, and I'm a sexaholic. My friend Carol Lindsey would probably think I should start this chapter of my saga that way, but I don't buy into that way of thinking. Yes, my name's Margaret Norman, and sexuality might be the part of my life that I'm most interested in right now, but I don't think that's such a bad thing. Carol is a wo...
"Well, here he comes," Madeline said, her voice dripping with both sarcasm and annoyance. "Mr. Popularity." Madeline nodded to the far end of the Little League field. Her best friend, Michelle, followed Madeline's gaze. She immediately spotted Maddy's husband, Scott. It was hard not to. He was a stand-out in any crowd: tall, tan, and ruggedly handsome. Toda...
Amy lounged in her bed, stretching like a cat. Trent had to go into work late that day, so he was able to get the kids on the school bus before he left, allowing her to sleep. She felt amazingly relaxed that morning, after giving herself such an incredible orgasm while sexting with Treyvon the day before. Finally being able to embrace her black cock obsessio...
Readers: This is a completely fictional account about the sexual adventures of Eddie Lawson. Fiction, fantasy, and fun. Enjoy the escape from reality. ***** Summer of 1982. Eddie Lawson, age 22, has two months off during the summer before driving 45 minutes to the south to get his Doctorate of Pharmacy Degree. He had just completed all his prerequisites a...
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It was almost Sunset and I was doing a load of dishes when I heard the knock at my door. "Fuck," I muttered to my empty kitchen, my arms covered up to my elbows in soap and dishwater as I exhaled and blew little bubbles everywhere, crying out to whoever it was at my door, "Just a minute...!" I could have swore I heard another timid knock at my door as I sh...
From Author: I placed this story in Romance instead of Group Sex even though it started out as group sex; it turned into a romantic coupling. For those of you who HATE a cheating wife, even though this one is justified I would like to leave right now and not read any further. I'm not looking for your kind to read my story! * Last month I wrote about some...
A May/December romance in the boondocks back in the 1970's... *** Like clockwork, I happened to be outside around five o'clock, sitting on my front porch and playing the part of the retired widowed gentleman living the life of leisure, and to anyone who happened to go down my road it might have looked like I spent the whole day out there just watching the...
In the past few months I have been curious about myself. I am a straight guy, always have been, but that's not to say I haven't had fantasies about trying something new. A girl I dated when I was 19 years old, I am now 28 years old, was a big freak. She was very dominate and loved forcing herself on me, both in private and public. She would tie me down and p...
Chapter 15 The Married Women _______________________________ Marion Slade The first woman to actually contact me as a result of my ... what else can I call it but an exhibition ... was Marion Slade. Mrs. Slade was a recent divorcee, whose thirteen year old daughter, Evelyn was a member of my dance class. Mrs. Slade inveigled a means of getting me to her...