"Peter, come on Peter. I just don't have time for another fund-raiser. I have work to do this week." "Alicia, this one is important. He can contribute big bucks to my campaign and, besides, I think you'll really like him. He's not one of those stuffy old money millionaires." "OK, when and where?" she said, resigned to the duties of a candidate's wife....
After Mark left for New York, Missy was a little depressed. My wife and I did everything we could to keep her mind off him, which usually meant sex. I also found out that Missy wants to be fucked hard when she is depressed. Between her and my nymphomaniac wife, it was all I could do to keep them satisfied. Not that I was complaining about that. The first w...
I suddenly woke up because of something touching my cock. I groggily opened my eyes to realize that Linda was sucking on my morning hard on. Her head was under the sheets and all I could see was the bobbing up and down motion her head was causing. As I woke further I lifted the sheets to glance at my cock. Linda pulled off my cock and looked at me, "Good...
Connie went upstairs and changed into her skimpy bikini, one she has only worn for her husband, her son has never seen her in it nor has Jason. She put on a long tee shirt to cover herself and walked over to Jason's with a towel in hand. She opened the unlocked gate to the backyard and saw both boys were already splashing around in the pool. "Hi Boys!" She...
Chapter 01: The Wedding Night Upon the command of his father, Adi prepared to consummate his marriage to Ilyana Ivanova, daughter of a merchant trying to curry favor with his father. The Governor of Aqaba's connections with the Zuagirs assured the safety of those wanting to cross the Eastern Desert. Of course, a trader desiring to traverse the aforementione...
(A special thank you to my editor Benjamin but especially to my online friend Ralph who gave me the idea and got me off my buns to write another story.) * "Come on, Jennifer, give me some," was the standard plea from my husband Duke. Not that I minded making love with him, heck, we'd been together 8 years and had made love countless times in a variety of...
Andy Briar was sitting in his local library doing research for his A level English essay. His thesis was on corporal punishment in British schools post war to 1987. Andy was eighteen years old and lived a quiet life with his parents in the university town of Uxbridge, Greater London. He was a studious boy and didn't have many male friends. He was five feet...
The first time that Dean Stone saw her – saw either of them – was in the breakfast room overlooking the river. "Dine in style", the brochure said. "Gaze out over the beautiful valley and the undulating hills behind. But Dean wasn't interested in beautiful valleys or hills; undulating or otherwise. Dean was interested in Mrs. Claire St. John. When Dean had a...
I drove thoughtfully westward in the gathering dusk of a winter's evening, windscreen wipers beating a steady rhythm against the light rain that was falling. I let my mind cast back to the start of the events that would culminate later that evening. It had started with an e-mail from a married couple who had found and read one of my earlier stories. We exc...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. My name is Tommy Janson and I'm regarded as an average Scandinavian man. Earlier in this year in my early forties, I saw myself to be a man without any personal problems, living in a happy marriage when the events, which got me to write this story, began to happen. At least in my own opinion, I couldn't by any...