I don't really know what I love more, watching him sleep or exhausting ourselves to the point of sleep, either way I think it's a tie. I always seem to wake up in a state that lies between sexually overcharged and utterly exhausted, but if he's next to me I can just watch him breathing steadily and it helps me to sleep again or I just wake him up only to mak...
Authors note: I hope you enjoy Earth Day in whatever part of the world you share Sunnie smiled gloriously, taking in deep delicious breaths. The scent of rich, damp earth teased her nostrils, and in her mind she visualised the tender green shoots that would eventually rise, reaching toward the wide, blue sky. Her long golden mane tumbled down her back, th...
(Our weekend together began when Connie came to our place after work on Friday. Friday afternoon and evening were idyllic. We went to sleep exhausted.) Our guest room, "Connie's room", had twin beds. I slept in one to be close to her. I don't think I awoke once during the night. When I did wake, the sun was streaming in the window and I could hear Connie hu...
This isn't a political story. Nothing political happened on the night the story took place. Politics are not mentioned at any point in the story, but the story changed the way I vote. What happened that night changed me. Since I was old enough to vote, I've gone into the booth and ticked the same box my parents did. Since that night, I've gone into the booth...
she knew the day was going to be special when He gave her the dress code for the day. Flat, strappy sandals, a long flowing skirt, no panties, a semi-transparent strappy top, her open lace slipover, hair scraped back in a high ponytail and a little make-up. she dressed carefully, slipping into the soft chiffons and silks. Smoothing them and straightening th...
Having given up all hope of resisting temptation and keeping Linda at bay, our after school fuck became an everyday addiction. Sometimes she'd surprise me by actually leaving when the bell rang. But, then I'd find her sitting in my car masturbating as she watched me approach. So, on those days I'd just take her home and fuck her in my bed. And, so it went....
It was a lovely warm Saturday I woke to, anxious to relax from my job, a non-stop frenzy of real estate brokering and making land deals happen. I work hard and enjoy it. At 65, when most are retired or readying for it, I keep going, and the work and pleasure it brings keeps me young. With my curly salt-and-pepper hair and thick but athletic body, I look and...
I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
Professor Lyle Andrews had heard it all; fifty-five years old, he had been teaching a course in drug and alcohol abuse for twenty years. He had reached the source of opiates part of the course, in which he concentrated on the production of poppies in Cambodia, Laos, and Viet Nam. He looked up at the row upon row of students seated in the auditorium style le...
You are sitting on the edge of my side of the bed with your hands on your thighs. You're wearing a see-through negligee and nothing else. Next to you sits another woman. She's wearing a t-shirt and cotton panties. She leans over and kisses you on the shoulder. Her hand trails up your thigh, then up your forearm until she reaches your breast which she gentl...