It was a shimmeringly hot summers day and my wife , daughter and her friend Jess were all on sun loungers on the lawn topless relaxing after just finished University. They were facing away from me allowing me only to get the occasional glimpse of well oiled breast between the beds. Occasionally they lent forward and let someone adjacent oil their backs. The...
You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy the way you rock and roll ~The Beatles~ * * * * * It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical thi...
I lived in a big apartment building in New Jersey when I was 52YO. On a Monday night, about 6 months after Chondra and Sharon, I went down to the basement to do my laundry. Karen, my 45YO voluptuous tall black neighbor, was in there doing her laundry. We'd been flirting with each other whenever we saw each other for a couple of months. Karen is actually...
This is a story of an Indian housewife named Alpa. She is one of those females who never gets enough; she is always sexually starved. Let me describe her for you - she is a 28, a bit fat, 5ft. 8" in height with gorgeous legs, a gigantic round ass and slightly sagging but big breasts. While at home, Alpa always wears an Indian sari, which is skin - tight enab...
27 days to paradise Thursday I worked regular hours, got home and had dinner then sat and did some work for a while in my home office. I was completely unable to concentrate. All I could think about was getting to the tanning salon and fucking Stephanie. I jumped up from my desk in our home office at 9:35 "Oh shit!" I yelled. "I'm supposed to be tanning to...
Just the other day my nosey neighbor, a Kathy Schmidt, stopped me in the grocery store asking me, "Was that the professor's car I saw parked outside your driveway the other night?" I barely kept myself composed, as it was quite clear that nosey Kathy had seen my little skirtless walk to my door. I was at a complete loss as to how to respond, as undoubtedly s...
He saw her most days. Their schedules overlapped. When he returned from his night shift, she left for work. Some days, as the elevator opened on his floor, she'd be waiting. They always shared a smile, but they never spoke. On other days, he'd make it to his door before she closed hers. He would wait and watch her walk to the elevator. She dressed smart: tig...
Wendy Chapter 5 Mrs. P re-enactment Monday and Tuesday passed without incident. I avoided Sandy and Benney. Or rather, I avoided seeking them out. My first encounter with Benney had been a chance meeting but other contacts with both he and Sandy had been initiated by me. On Wednesday I ran ‘butt heads’ into Sandy. I had a habit of walking with my head down...
I wouldn't have even been in the fucking laundry room downstairs if it wasn't for George fucking Bush. Or was it Bill fucking Clinton? It could be that B. fucking Obama guy's idea of taking what I knew damned good and well was MY money and giving it to the fucking fat cat bankers that caused the goddamn problem in the first place? That doesn't matter, I...
The future wife: connoisseur of anal sex and water sports The woman who later became my psychotic ex-wife had a playful, sexual streak when we first started dating. That ardour dampened during our nuptials but for the purposes of this story, her later mental issues don't need to plague us but her initial insatiable appetite for anal sex and water sports do...