Tom and Ann seemed to have gotten it all just right. They were so compatible and enjoyed each other's company so much. They were best friends who were married to each other. And the sex was great. Tom thought long and hard before he really opened up to Ann about how highly sexed, horny really, he was. He was afraid to tell her that he wanted to have a dyna...
Sally had graduated and needed to find a job. With few opportunities in town, she was happy when her mom told her that Leslie White was looking for a regular babysitter. Leslie was a friend of the family and single mom of a five-month-old. As it turned out, she needed someone to pick up her little one from daycare and stay with her until Leslie got home from...
As the days turned into weeks, Mary and I became inseparable when we were both home. She would come home from her mundane, middle management job at a county agency and cook dinner for both of us. Some evenings we would sit in the hot tub together or we'd watch an old movie on her television. It would appear to anyone looking that we were just neighbors who g...
I met Bobbie on a trip to Jamaica. She was sweet and compassionate, and friendly. Me, I'm 22 years old, was at a wedding, and saw her in the bar one night and chatted her up. Granted, there is the age difference -- Bobbie was 69 years old -- but something about her struck me. I'm drawn to older women; they're easy to bed and eager to please, no questions ask...
This story is absolutely true. I know many post stories here reputed to be true, but they're usually so embellished it's hard to believe them. But they're fun to read nonetheless. And this story, I swear, is absolutely true, completely unembellished, just the facts, pure, simple and sexy. Truth is, I love older women, their look, their texture, their sexua...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies or characters from the "Cabin Fever" franchise. All "Cabin Fever" movies and their characters belong to their respective owners. I don't make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "It was a mistake," Marcy stated. "I should've known better." She took a deep swig of her beer. "Yeah," Paul agreed in a hal...
These days I go to museums as much to look at people looking at art or photography as to look at works of art. It isn't that I don't love art because I do. If I go too long without standing before a Lucas Cranach, or Rothko, or Beckmann or a photo by Francesca Woodman I feel the absence as a real physical ache. Watching people encounter a long-cherished wo...
Being an active woman of 62, getting laid up from hip replacement surgery was daunting. I'm still young, granted, but an accident years ago left my hip arthritic as I got older and it wasn't long before I had to make the move and get the surgery done, knowing the recovery time would be one of laying about and not moving the way I'm accustomed to, in my job a...
The next morning, John, Jane and Phryne got up; they offered John their milk, but he said, "Sorry, I'm not hungry. I'll drink just a few drops." Jane, while giving him these drops, stroked his penis, but John said, "Sorry, Jane, I've worked too much tonight. You'd better focus on pleasing Phryne and today's nuns. Today it's Antonia Soro's and Tanya Gandhi's...
The bush track along which I walk shows signs of disuse. The tree branches and the scrubby bushes are starting to encroach upon the path, no longer being held back by the regular tread of other walkers' feet. Despite that, the track is still wide enough that I don't need to concentrate too hard to avoid having my legs and ankles scratched. I am totally imme...