By now Matt and I had been seeing each other for about six month. There was never a boring or dull moment when we were together. And thankfully we didn’t just have sex to use as an excuse for being together. We both found that we loved a lot of the same things. So slowly we each moved some of out things into each others places. Leaving behind extra clothes o...
Joe and I were hanging out over Kathy's house, again. We were always over her house. Her parents were doctors and they were never home. Besides, she always had good stuff to eat and plenty of beer in the fridge to drink. Now, that we are all adults and done with college, the three of us relaxed over a few beers, a couple of joints, lots of laughs, and from t...
They sat by the canal, sipping beer, watching the world go by, well, not the entire world. There were no old people or children, no religious zealots or women of a certain age, this was Amsterdam, and the street they were in was not a place that any of those people visited, this wasn’t a family playground, but one of a different sort altogether. It was earl...
Life was a whirlwind of change. My divorce decree was finally published, signed, and sealed; dry ink and all. I continued to live with Carl and Becca, not so much because I had nowhere to go, but I was waiting on my company to make a decision on which city I would permanently work out of. I had requested a transfer to the office I'd been working in for most...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. * "Where would you like to go?" I said. "Let's just stay here awhile and talk, I want us...
Kelly had invited me over for some steamy sex with her, her husband and two other guys. It was just fucking. Nothing more. All of us in the sex club knew it was just fun. Summer had passed and it was starting up again. Most of us women in the club wanted one man to each woman but some of us didn't. I didn't mind. So, Kelly called me. Most of us were in our e...
*****This is the first chapter of at least two. There are some descriptions of sexual acts, but no actual sex in the story until the next chapter. I really hope you enjoy my story. Please comment it, as it is my first. Thanks!!!***** * She sat in her chair discreetly checking out the rest of the afternoon's appointments. She wasn't surprised to see the sam...
As a man in my mid-sixties, I am in a state of sexual bliss. The sex in my marriage gets better and better, kinkier and kinkier as the years pass by. It was not unusual for my wife to walk up to me after 30 years of marriage with just her sexy panties on her beautiful body and say, "Do you want me to suck your cock?" I jump up quickly and she usually add...
Isn't everyone tired of the war between the BtB writers and their fans versus the erotic Loving Wives writers and their fans? Aren't you sick of how toxic it makes Loving Wives for all of us? Hasn't the "fun" of hurling filthy sophomoric insults at me and others become a bit boring? I have a suggestion of how to end the war so that neither side loses face an...
Roy stood by the workbench puttering while his buddy Martin sat on another bench across the room. The small workshop was located in the back yard some distance from Roy's home. Both men felt free to talk and say anything they wanted. Roy looked at Martin, known to his friends as "Mar." Martin was sitting with his hands between his legs his palms resting on t...