(This is my second story based on mine or friends life experiences. Any feedback would be appreciated. Thanks!) * * * * * I'm not sure what got me started. Maybe it was the sight of my mother getting ready for work, running around the house in her bra and panties covered in a thin robe when I was a kid. Maybe it was the men's magazines I stumbled on in my...
The evening was a bit on the cool side, I thought, as I drove towards the pub where I would meet Marc and Bev. Sliding down the windows a bit, I let the cool air refresh me as I worked my way through the go-home traffic of Portland. I was in town, on business, and on a whim, I had done some searching on a swinger's web-site that I used from time to time, lo...
Gordie was an insurance broker. Well, he worked in an insurance firm, anyway. His job was basically to answer phones and take customer details. He was also a qualified assessor, and he got a decent salary. Good enough to pay for a decent sized apartment for his wife and himself to live in. Sue, his wife, was a great catch. Five years his junior, she was sm...
Jack looked out through the wide picture window at the pretty stretch of desert separating his house from Peggy's, streaked with yellow light from the setting winter sun. As long as he could remember Jack had been picking his way through the prickly pears to visit the sprawling compound where Peggy and her mother lived, with its guest house for her great gra...
My wife, Amy, and I recently had a wild sexual experience that has totally changed our lives. Amy is a beautiful redhead who is quite shy and somewhat timid. I am very proud of my foxy bride and encourage her to dress in revealing clothing so other men can see what a gorgeous wife I have. She has reluctantly gone along with my requests and I have picked out...
"Come here!" "No, Why the fuck should I?" "You know why—so don't play games, miss!" Look who's talking about playing games. You're pathetic." Pathetic! You're the one who's drunk and horny" Me! Really! That bulge in your jeans looks like you want something pretty bad. Is that why you can't take your eyes off it? Look at you. I bet your cunt is drippin...
My girlfriend and I had lived together for a few years now. Actually, I should comment that my girlfriend, her sister and I had lived together for a few years. In reality she didn't live with us but, it felt like she did sometimes. My Girlfriend's sister Amy was 27 a few years younger than me, and a few years older than my Girlfriend. It seemed like she had...
She's a borderline suicidal smoker with sporadic cravings for cocaine, and she has a peculiar habit of shoving her hand down my pants. She is mostly blonde, but there's a color called gerbil that somehow is more prominent, a color she hates. Her lips are improbably soft. Her name is Posey, and she has a body that I would kill to protect, but I never will. S...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: This is a flash story. ***** Danny Boudreaux rolled over and shut off the alarm clock before it could rouse Darlene Guidry. Then he snorted. He could light a firecracker and stick it up her ass and it wouldn't rouse the eighteen year o...
Michelle pulled up to a local strip mall after her meeting. She wanted another ice coffee to feed her addiction, and walked into the Starbucks as she noticed a group of young men walking into a marijuana dispensary a few stores away. After getting a new iced coffee, she walked out, right in front of a convenience store, and she saw them again. A group of fi...