Authors Note: This is my fourteenth story and its pure fiction written at the request of an online friend is who far older than me and wished a young woman’s perspective on older men. I call the main Character Mr. Anderson because I went in search of an older man I felt attracted to and turned on by and came up with Richard Dean Anderson. As always, commen...
Chapter 02: Now I get a secret of my own This is a continuation to the story 'Hubby has a Secret'; it's best to read that first. "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?" Since that day my husband Mike told me about his fetish for nylons there has been a change in me. I'm not saying it has been a bad change, I've had fun, but it's like I'm someone else. Best I...
"Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous"...the words to the Eagles song rang through her consciousness. He had been eying her in the small motel bar as some other slick haired loser had been trying to get her to "go someplace" with him. He was better looking than any of the other low life traveling salesmen in the dump; he had a full head of unslicked hair...
My wife and I were taking in some of the clothing optional resorts in Colorado. One on the western slope is nestled in the middle of the beautiful Rocky Mountains. We were only going to stay for the day, but some of the activities encouraged us to spend the night. Mid-afternoon my wife and I were sunning on the grass. We laid out some towels and plopped do...
Rio is a city of surprises. For example, I would never have thought that on my first day in the city, I'd find myself bouncing up and down on a large black cock - the biggest I've ever had - in a public place, and coming so dramatically that I thought I'd pass out. But then they say that travel broadens the mind - although in my case, it most certainly stret...
Jake's fingers skillfully parted my labia and pressed his fingers to my entrance. He was just using two, but the pressure felt intense, like he was splitting me apart. The leather of the car seat stuck to my bare thighs and I felt a bead of sweat and arousal travel down my inner thigh to pool on the sticky material. Jake had told me not to wear panties on ou...
"Cherry" It was a summer we would never forget. It was a time when love is truly blind and the heat turned up tremendously. That heartfelt camp with an ice cream parlor and diner in the center of it all was magical to me. My friends and I will never forget this place. It all started on Memorial Weekend, two weeks after our junior year in University of Flor...
Chapter 8 -- the purpose of intercourse Autumn had come and it was no longer so warm in the garden. Even Gary was finding himself dressed most days in the garden; his visits to Zoe's or her visits to him curtailed. It was one thing to be mutually masturbating in the sunshine: rather another to be on a bed together. The latter seemed rather more what lovers...
Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. ....
I love hotels. Not for their comfort or cuisine but their ability to lower people's inhibitions. There's something about a hotel room that's intensely magical; step inside and you become just one of hundreds of strangers in the building, thrown together by circumstance. Families or couples on holiday, business people on stopovers, honeymooners and busloads o...