Ville walked into Missy's room, she was just putting down Rebecca. "Just in time." She smiled "Where's Silke?" "In the shower with Bam." Ville answered carefully "They'll be here soon." "Finally!" Missy sighed. "Finally?" Ville asked surprised. "Yeah well, lately our sex live hasn't been that good... and you know Bam he needs it to function. I told him I...
Author's note: This story contains some anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story. ****** Reality was in the slowly lightening room, as another school day was starting. It had been h...
Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or places, both living and dead is purely coincidental. Elements in the story may or may not resemble their real life counterparts. This is my first real work and it may not be up to many of the reader's standards but I hope my efforts make this story at least a bit interesting. A...
Last Man Standing, Vol. 1 The Sex Boat I came out on deck by the forward pool and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Checking that my handlers were with me, it was time to get down to business. There were probably twenty young women in the forward pool area, most lying out on deck chairs tanning and hoping I would appear. By now, most of them pro...
The name of this story has nothing to do with the main characters names. The story is about a 40-something guy having sex with an 18 year old girl(s), so I just took the name "Lolita" from the Nabokov novel. ---------------------------- -- From the last story All four of them got up and gathered up their clothes, Deb in the kitchen. They met at the bottom...
Christine and I were married five years ago. Our families were friends. We dated while we attended Catholic high school together. She was always sweet, modest and inhibited. We never went further than passionate kissing and a little groping through her clothes until our honeymoon but I could tell that she was very passionate under her prim and proper Catholi...
I am reposting this story as I have been wanting to rewrite parts of it for some time. My heartfelt thanks as ever to evanslily for her superb editing skills and advice. Night and Day, Cole Porter. 1932. ****** "Ladies and Gentlemen, pray silence for the Father of the Bride," the toastmaster called out. Feeling the knot of fear tighten in his stomach,...
John Wayne woke up with his head still lying on a pillow between Diana Maitland's thighs on the couch in the main room of his friend's beach house, a dying fire still smoldering in the fireplace. He carefully removed his arms from around Diana's hips and leveraged his torso up and moved to sit on the couch facing her, and just stared at her...she was so beau...
Author's Note: Many readers of Breakdown, on this and other sites, have expressed a wish to see more stories involving Galen Cuvier and his ladies. As a result of their encouragement, I've begun a new story, a sequel, if you will. This is the first chapter of that story. Chapter One Helen was busily cleaning her oven when she heard sounds of movement comi...
I stood in the hall, trying to time my entry for maximum effect. As the guy rolled off my wife of 22 years, I carried the tray of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee into the bedroom. It took a moment for Gwen's eyes to focus on me, and another second for her mind to realize the ramifications. I saw fear in her beautiful blue eyes. "Wow! I bet you guys are hung...