2: The passion flower. The bus pulled in to the college stop and I gathered my things together to get off and head in for the first lesson of the week. It was Monday and the first hint of Autumn was in the air. Despite the bustle of students around me going about their daily routine, I was in a world of my own. Everything seemed different somehow. Everythi...
Do the other girls out there really shave their pussies clean? I couldn't understand how all of my girlfriends could take a razor to their beards every morning. OMG it makes absolutely no friggin' sense to me! Some of the baldies I know have gone permanent like Amilia, who is lasered; others, like Taryn, prefer the cue bald look without the commitment and w...
Erica sat at her desk at work exhausted from the long hours she has been working. She had been working on a huge health insurance deal that would send her career in the right direction. She fell back into her desk chair and brought both hands to her face rubbing her eyes sucking in air and letting out an exaggerated exhale. She thought to herself how little...
The smell of fresh coffee woke me. The sun was already up and shining through the windows. It alarmed me at first; after a number of years in the military I was usually up in time to greet the sun. Following an initial jolt of anxiety, I remembered, I was home, on leave. Billie, my sweet wife, was sitting on the foot of the bed. It was my normal routine to...
Note to readers: In the interest of moving the story forward, I will skip the details of my Wednesday Brazilian bikini waxing (truthfully not all that erotic), and that evening's session with my husband's tongue and cock on my newly-hairless pussy while I was blindfolded, tied down and spread-eagled on the bed (truthfully, INCREDIBLY erotic!). I will only sa...
This story is a quickie, short and to the point. It was easy to write because it actually happened to me, so I didn't have to spend any time inventing a plot line. On the other hand, it's not much of a plot line – which is frequently the case with true stories. My wife, Gina, and I occasionally visit swingers' clubs. I say "occasionally" because though we...
I came walking out of the store carrying a paper sack full of toys and some odds and ends I was hoping my granddaughters would like. They had both carefully written down a long list of all the things they wanted, although some of it I didn't have a clue what the hell they even were. Kids nowadays, what is up with them? Black lipstick, black nail polish, re...
My wife Cara knows me well, we've been together for a long time now, so that's no surprise. She knows that after a period of particularly frenetic sexual activity, that I can often go into a sexual drought. She knows to bide her time and be patient. After our last escapade at Lowe's Corner, Cara and I had a lot of sex, fucking every day for a full week after...
Note: The story involves adultery. If you find that offensive please skip. I recommend reading Parts 1 and 2 first. Thanks to Leonardo for his friendship. Feedback welcome. * My body was humming on the drive up to Flatwoods on Wednesday. My movements that morning had been heavy, clumsy. I smashed my head against an open cabinet door. I knocked my water bot...
The final chapter, the group run riot. Asami, Josh and Christina were part of a group, standing laughing and hugging each other, after graduation. They had all got their degree's, and all with distinctions. The sad part, as it turned out, was they were all going in different directions, Christina had a position with The Financial Times, Josh's engineering d...