I arrived at her house at 6.30 having spent most of the day in my study preparing the lecture notes for the following morning. I had had to process hours of research into a 1 hour long lecture and it was difficult. I was pleased with the end product and looked forward to an evening with her to relax. I let myself in a found the house empty and still. On the...
There's an adult bookstore not too far from where I live, and I've been known to go in and drop a few bucks on different things. More than once, I've been checked out by the guys in there, as it seems most of them are gay guys looking for a quick hookup. I've never done anything with any of them, but I usually end up going home and rubbing one out thinking a...
A blend of what I want in a relationship, my relatively unique brand of cuckolding - and the motivation behind why I want it that way - and how I wish there were more stories in erotica and in porn like that. It seems to me as if the cuckolding genre tends to be so narrow, the elements of it terribly lacking in creativity. Now, some people like the cliched...
Mark was thirsty, tired, hot and horny. He'd only made it halfway through his lengthy sales trip when his car's air conditioning conked out, leaving him feeling baked for three straight days as he called on clients. Now, pulling into his driveway, he could think only of the swimming pool in his neighbor's back yard and the open invitation he and his wife Joy...
The normal schtick here. While nothing adversely sexual will be happening for some time, this story is on a site that is strictly legal-age only. The Rolls and the Pipe is a slow-moving story, but I would like to think that it is worth it. Please offer feedback!! Frankly, I don't expect you to offer feedback until the story is complete, but each to their own...
Ashley craned her steering wheel rightward, pulling into the small apartment parking lot. Moving gingerly so as to avoid any of the neighbor's wayward kids, she gently and smoothly pulled her red Pontiac into her mom's reserved parking space. With a small sigh, she clicked off the ignition and gathered up her purse from the passenger seat next to her, reachi...
ACT 4: INTRODUCTIONS OF A SORT I stepped out onto the patio and into the warm air, as the afternoon sun began its waning decent into the western sky. Cracking open a cold beer, with a grimace, I watched Kat walk down into the clear blue water of the pool, her steps slow and deliberate. She glanced down and tapped her crotch, pressing the soft plastic piece...
Part 1 He clicked the front door shut behind him, "I'm home!" "Hey Baby! I'm upstairs. The bedroom feels lonely without you." "I'll be with you shortly." He put his bag down and headed to the kitchen. He did not wear his usual black trousers, dark blue shirt or trilby. He had just come home from work, wearing a pair of cargo trousers and a plain top, an...
It was a cool autumn Saturday morning in rural western Pennsylvania. Vern rose early, yawned, stretched, and gazed out his bedroom window onto his 100-acre farm. It wasn't much of a farm, though; most if his land was woods and he had only one animal: a pony. In a mood to go for a ride, he showered and put on his boots, jeans, and western shirt. Before goin...
A full moon hung high in the cool, cloudless sky. Its bright light shone through the open balcony of an expensive hotel illuminating a previously darkened room. The sounds of a creaking bed could be heard reverberating off the walls and exiting into the clear night. Sitting upon a small table was a metal ice bucket holding a still unopened bottle of champagn...