I'm sitting naked in my favourite armchair, my brain fried from too much beer, my girlfriend Kate kneeling on the floor about four feet away sucking on my best mate's cock whilst I stroke the hardest erection I've ever experienced and try to figure out once again how all this happened. The details are hazy and dream-like, too much to drink on a night out, t...
Things could not have worked out better for Jesse during his Aunt Amanda's visit. That Tuesday he did not have school as it was an in-service day for the teachers. Tuesday evening were the parent-teacher conferences. After school on Monday and through the evening hours, Jesse and his aunt were stealing glances at each other. He admired her shapely body and w...
Back at the office Ever since being watched by the construction crew next door (in Spanish Fly), the show for Curt, Mitch's best friend (The Exhibitionist) Karen loves showing off her body. Her stage performances (The Exhibitionist 2) made her want more men to watch her, the four nights on stage made her enough money to pay off some bills she and Mitch had...
By six o'clock Friday evening, April 17, 1987, Amanda Lewis was once again traveling with Jack Nicholson in his convertible sports coupe up Routes 1 and 101, the Ventura Highway which would eventually become the El Camino Freeway taking them into Santa Barbara. She watched as the evening sun changed position from mostly the left side of the vehicle to more d...
It was a Sunday afternoon and just a few hours before the big football game later on tonight. Brittany was taking a warm shower to clean herself of her own brother’s cum. The two have been fucking like wild animals since Saturday afternoon. This was the first time Brittany had some rest from their continuous fucking. But that was soon to change. Jeff walks...
"Slut." You look me over, appraising my immodest outfit from the floor on up—Mary Jane pumps, bare legs, plaid skirt that barely covers my ass, blood red top with a plunging neckline, a silver cross nestled between my breasts—and say it again, a quiet edge in your voice: "Slut." You tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my fragile neck where yo...
It was late in the afternoon when Tessa left the colony. Too late, in fact, and luckily the others didn't know how far she would be going, or they would surely protest and keep her inside. So she said nothing, just left, with her daypack slung over her shoulder. The desert sands scratched her face, and created dust devils that crossed her path, not far ahe...
[This story is about what one man does when he finds out his wife is cheating.] * I read many stories about spouses cheating. Usually the stories had me think about answering the question: Would I react the way the characters in the stories react. The only thing I was sure of was that I couldn't see myself forgiving my wife. Probably divorce would be a def...
Copyright April/2011 Another tale of a troubled marriage. There are no descriptive sex scenes in my work, but I hope you'll read and enjoy my story anyway. If you like or even dislike this tale please make comments or send emails concerning your feeling about my work. Constructive critiques, comments, and emails are welcome and I appreciate you taking the...
The four of us returned to our respective rooms. Shari and I laid down, we put our noses together and stared into each other's eyes without saying a word. We wrapped our bodies together and kissed softly for a while, but it wasn't long before we both fell asleep. The next morning, we woke up to Dawn bringing coffee to our bed. "Parasailing starts in about a...