Sylvie didn't know what was more stupid; being ridiculously in love with your best friend for the past eight years, or the best friend never noticing. There she was, watching her Jace bent over his beat up sketch book as his 'doodled'. His strong hands making effortless strokes with the graphite as another masterpiece quickly came to life on the paper. It w...
Not two weeks had past and the anticipation of tomorrow morning was incredible. We had talked about what we would both like this time, but I had still not mentioned my will to taste some cum on her, but we had agreed that she would get fucked this time around. We decided that two guys was still good for now, although we both agreed that a full on fucking ses...
We hadn't been naked on a beach since an impromptu strip down in the dunes of New Zealand in our early twenties. Now, twenty years later, Sylvie and I were lying out in the sun on a deserted beach wearing nothing but sunglasses and listening to the waves rolling in. I glanced over to my wife, lounging on her back with one arm draped over her forehead and th...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** It was Sunday morning and I was lying in bed with my future wife. We both slept naked and as it had been a very warm night we hadn't bothered with blankets. I always...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** I was at work at IPX when Sylvie called sounding upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I just got a call from my boss at the waterpark, he said I should come to his offi...
A brief note... In reading over the previous chapter I noticed that I had been remiss in failing to consider the lighting, or lack thereof, in Sylvie's bedroom - so I've gone back and added a couple small windows in the outer wall and, upon entering the room with Kara, Miri has/did/will have, through the time bending magic of retroactive editing, lit the can...
It had happened again. Sylvie could not believe it. Not that she had much time for such thoughts, considering. It was just so embarrassing and yet she had thought it would all be OK and a really nice, quiet, private thing to do. The river was not one with reeds and any danger of entanglement: rather it was fast flowing with a gravel bottom. Such a hot day an...
"Wooh, that was intense. My god...you still alive down there?" I just panted, letting my breathing answer her question in the affirmative. "That was some kind of Christmas miracle. I've never felt so...drained from sex before." We sat there in silence, both just panting for a while. "You never told me what I was being punished for." My head rested next to...
The following day we had more fine weather. I was not alone with Marc until shortly after noon when we made ready to return. Once again we were in the cockpit motoring and Sylvie was below. Marc opened with, "I hear you had a great time yesterday." Me coyly, "Very much. You know how much I like the boat and the water." "I meant later, last night." "I enjo...
Another Christmas at the Barbas complete. I'd been dating Sylvie for over three years and with every holiday her family's disappointment in me became reduced by about five percent. Her big brothers, Nic and Rudy, were more interested in sports than anything I brought up. Her mother always sighed heavily as she told me I needed to eat more, not accepting the...