This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
I have come to wonder if all the hubbub about smoking and second hand smoke is justified. Let's look at the facts; now I am not going to throw a bunch of numbers out there because anyone can make statistics work in their favor, I just want to open a few eyes. No I am not a scientist nor have I done any experiments to back my claim; it is just a little thing...
My story is from quite a few years ago now. My wife and I and our two young boys had moved into a new home we built, and though we had been in it for sometime, we still had not got around to putting curtains in all our rooms, one of course being our bedroom. My good friend Tom who had been one of our groomsmen at our wedding use to come and visit regularly....
....yeah it's true, she loved it. Having guys cum in her mouth and on her face was not good enough for this one. No, she insisted on guys resting their dick and balls on her face in front of a mirror. I'm telling you, this girl was intense. We played this game one time where we agreed that she would (and could) only touch my dick with anything on her body e...
My name is Lars Bach. I'm forty-six years old and for the past two months I been fuckin a pussy that I had to wait twenty years to get, but it was worth the wait. That pussy belongs to Kirsten Jensen who works on my ship. She's two years older than me and married to a good friend of mine Stein Jensen. I tried to fuck her when she was young, but she wouldn't...
...It isn't chaotic, really; golden hues of polished wooden ballroom, and glistening soft lights of flame and bulb light reflected in glistening starlets about the room. A small strings quintuplet plays in harmony, contemporaries, and classical as though they were written in the same era. There is a thick body of celebration in the ambiance of the room, abso...
For the first time in my life, I'm retired from sex and women. I'm done with sex. I've had it. I'm finished with women. Much like the one day at a time alcoholic with alcohol, who is on the wagon for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months or years, too often he or she falls off and reverts right back to binge drinking. Although alcoholism is not cont...
The air is crisp, and clean outside; it smells like what the commercials only wish their soap could smell like. It's what they oughtta smell like... The sprinklers are whirring rapid shots of water over the lush thick of blue-green under moonlight. Soft lamps reflect off of puddles and wet sidewalk, and everything seems so serene. I don't belong here, but i...
"Sir, your feet must be hurtin'." I break my gaze away from the tiled flooring of the cafe. The cafe's owner: John, was looking at me curiously. I simply nod to him, keeping my gaze lowered, even though he couldn't possibly recognize me with this new body. John chuckled, scratching at his flimsy white beard thoughtfully, and continued: "You seem fam...
Glaring at the windshield wipers as they slapped uselessly across the rain drenched glass, frustrated with their ineffectuality, she drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel. A major highway, an interstate for Pete's sake... limping along at forty miles per stinking hour. "It's just water," she thought to herself as she surged forward into the other...