May 7, 2001 Steven Pressman was reading the "Personals" in the Little Timber Times. Yes, his wife was off playing bridge, as usual, on a Friday night. He did have this week's vast collection of Chemistry tests finally corrected. Of course, there was nothing worth watching on TV. Damn this was pathetic, he thought, still.... There was a thank-you for all...
I am Julie. I am 39 years old, very happily married, three children, good career, wonderful husband. I was never one of the popular girls in high school. I never developed beyond an A cup and the rest of my figure would never win the bathing suit contest. Still, I keep myself fit and at 5'3" am still only 121 pounds. If you do the math, you will know last y...
When I was in college, I played on a competitive softball team during the summer with older guys. The captain of the team was Gary and he was married to Mandy. They were almost ten years older than me with two kids. While some of the wives were very flirty Mandy was always friendly but not at all flirty. She was tall, thin and very nice to look at (A MILF in...
Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed. Chapter 1: The Picnic I don't care much for my boss, but then I guess most people don't. I always figured there must b...
I headed back for my last semester of my senior year determined to honor my commitment to Debbie to leave her alone to improve her marriage but also knowing that at some time in the future she would want me again. I graduated college in 1980 with unemployment in double digits and was unable to find a job in my field. My parents were not willing to send me t...
Our story starts out with two groups of girl's (local sororities) having trouble making ends meet. We needed to have a fund raiser that would get us back into the black. Many wild ideas were tossed around; one sorority we knew hosted a topless party for one of the richer fraternities. One of my girlfriends said her boyfriend belong to it, and they had paid t...
The alarm clock was going off way too early, and I struggled to find the snooze button. By the time I found it, it was too late; I was awake. I hated most mornings, and this one was no different. I'm not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. But the internal struggle to get out of bed that morning seemed much more difficult. For starters, it...
Basking in the afterglow of our encounter on the river bank, Dawn and I strolled back to the softball diamonds. We slowly approached our teammates, who were already warming up for the next game. Jill spotted us first, frantically waving us over like a base coach sending a running home as we made our way to the diamond our game would be on. "Man, you too re...
Hey, you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Yeah, you're the man sitting behind the computer, probably with your dick in one hand and the clicker in the other. You're in a room by yourself, away from prying eyes. This is your free time. Time to sit back, and get your ass entertained. You're bored, or tired, or coming from work. Maybe you're at home or at the librar...
Based on a real incident from my youth. * * * * * * ** * Questionably over the years, arguments have arisen, polls conducted, wagers made, all over one question, "What is 'America's Favorite Sport'?" Take your pick, was it Baseball, Soccer, Football or some other sport that you've only heard of through history books? Well, I found the definitive answer b...