Washday Blues. Kat's hair, lush as it was, couldn't hide her breasts as they shuddered like jello. It wasn't just her bosom, but that was the first part of her that Matt's gaze took in. Predictable really. Her belly quivered too, the deep well of her navel passed briefly under his scrutiny as he followed her body down to the patch of thatch between her spr...
[Massive re-write of this story. Good feedback. I flushed out the character's motivations.] * It all started because I jerk off too much. Every night, I would retreat to the basement after my wife, Kate, would go to bed early. Both of us are in our mid-forties. I often asked for sex, but my wife complained that I was never any good at it. She always said t...
This is a continuation of the story of my 50th birthday in New York with my wife of over 25 years. We've been exploring my submissive side. I hope there is more to come after this... We were walking through Times Square mid-morning, dressed casually and gawking at the sights like the tourists we were, when Gwyn noticed the sign and mentioned it to me. It si...
I eyed the rows of passengers warily as my wife and I boarded the tour bus. Sure enough, we had botched it by being late and there wasn't a spot where two people could sit together. There he was, though, fifth row. Anton. He had one seat reserved with his backpack. Of course my wife, Natasha, sat with him. Damn. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was uncom...
I stomp my snow-covered boots twice on the welcome mat of the Hilton Garden Inn, and stride up to the front desk, hopeful that I'll be luckier at securing a room than I'd been at the last two places. Eying the throng of somber-looking people seated in the lobby, baggage at their feet, I did not have a good feeling. It had been a great hockey game, and the dr...
(continued from part 1) * author's note - it's important to read Pt. 01 before this one * The agreed upon day had finally arrived. Beth was filled with such nervous excitement that she couldn't hold still. When she got out of bed, she showered, paced a while, stared at the clock, found she wasn't hungry, paced some more, wondered if her clock had stopped, a...
He realized he was addicted to her, but was unable to do anything about it. Whenever he saw the little green light indicating she was online, his heart started pounding pumping blood into all the wrong places. They would text often, and became intimate friends. The conversation often turned erotic, and when it did he would describe what he wanted to do to h...
Donna was to meet Paul at this nice little country inn outside of town in a secluded and romantic spot. She had been looking forward to some private time with him and maybe they could enjoy the scenery and each other over the next few days. Paul would be leaving work late so she decided to meet him there and enjoy the pleasant drive earlier in the day. It wa...
Three weeks had passed since my first meeting with Ginger. During that time we chatted online on several occasions. Our chats were never too long as Ginger never seemed to be one to indulge in endless conversations. We had agreed to meet again on her next half day which was always on Thursdays. When Thursday arrived my mind constantly wandered to thoughts...
She walked down the hotel hallway, admiring the charming features that made the complex seem welcoming. This, however, was nothing compared to the welcome she felt by the hand that grasped hers. She looked up into his beautiful steely blue eyes and smiled dreamily. At last, they would finally be alone. To roam, to discover, to explore, to satisfy. At last t...