This story is another one about me and my wife Sue and some friends we swapped with. Yes it is an actual true story of our younger more adventurous days. This story is in my regular style in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I ha...
WEDNESDAY I had to force the girls - and me - to go to work this am. We are going to have to get it together with a bit more discipline. Right now, all of any of us can think of is - us. At lunchtime I got a call from Nikki. I guess she had been talking to Kitty. It's Wednesday, and they are planning to bring clothes to last through Friday, so they won't ha...
The story that I'm about to tell you is true, as to the basic facts. I have changed the names of the people, the town, and the motel, so that where this happened, and who the people are, will not be evident to those who know this family. The year is 1962. The yearly wage for a policeman or an insurance adjuster is five thousand, two hundred dollars a year....
Ryan grabbed a towel, having just finished a quick shower. With their son off at his parents' house for a few days, he knew what his wife's suggestion to take a shower right after dinner meant. They were both a couple of days overdue for some alone time, and breaking that fast always resulted in mind-blowing sex. He toweled off, gave his hair a cursory blow...
When the Devil Gets the Last Laugh: An April Fool's Story At approximately two o'clock in the morning on March 30th, a shriek was heard so loudly throughout the Meadowbrook Apartment Complex that it even woke Mrs. Jones in 4B, who every night takes enough Ambien to kill a horse. "What the fuck did you do!" Jenn screamed as she shot up in bed reaching to...
Chapter Five -- All Ashore! "We're here girls, let's get over side and go into shore," Rod piped up as he cut the motor and abruptly ended my chances for an orgasm. He leaped over the side and stood knee deep in the water. His huge cock hung down below the bottom of his shorts at least three inches. His abs were cut, his muscles defined and large. Truly a...
“Tell us what you’re into,” the man in the white coat asked Brenda. His pen was ready for her answer, a clipboard on the desk before him. “And be honest.” Brenda only blinked at him. The man looked like her Uncle Frank, right down to the bald head and the alarming tufts of nasal hair. How could she confess her most intimate fantasies to someone who reminded...
As it turned out, I was the better part of a week recovering. The extent of my injuries was such that it took me that long before I could start to get up and around beyond walking to the bathroom and back without getting tired. Daily I would walk around more to build up my stamina. Soon I was able to make my way down to the library to read and study in my sp...
As I wrote in Body Language, my aerobics instructor Aysegul and I had become lovers while she was helping me recover from hernia surgery. However, while we were able to get together during her lunch time when I was on medical leave, we wouldn't be able to once I started working again. So, if we wanted to keep seeing each other, we not only needed a place to...
"I have a son. He's going to come and get me someday. Maybe you'll be here when he does." The head of a man in a wheelchair nearby snapped up. In his day he'd written many a gangster movie script, and the phrase "get me someday" that the old movie star, Cassandra, had spoken to her visitor hit him a bit differently than perhaps it was meant. Suddenly he was...