"We don't have to get on the road just yet." Tara had a little bit of a sparkle in her eye, and I had a pretty good just what she meant. "Do you have anything in mind?" I smiled. She smiled back. We were obviously on the same page. Tara grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up from the couch. We found ourselves in the bedroom moments later. I took her in my...
You could say I'm a late bloomer. My high school years were marked with rejection after rejection. It seemed like no woman wanted anything to do with me. Not that I blamed them. I had no confidence, no guts, and not much to offer in the way of sexual experience. After high school, however, I gained some momentum and found myself having any number of exciti...
This is a mostly true story. It is also my first. Enjoy. * The day of my best friend's wedding was rapidly approaching and as his best man I was charged with making the arrangements for his bachelor party. Parts of it were easy. I made reservations at a restaurant for an early dinner, got a large and cheap hotel room with enough beds for everyone to crash...
To give you all some background my soon to be wife is a 25yr old 120lbs Asian of 5'2" with a small fit figure. Her tits are B-Cups with dark perfectly round nipples and sucking on them turns her on instantly. Most people are instantly drawn to her innocent-cute personality and smile that lights up a room. I am a chubby 5'10" white guy with green eyes, but,...
This was rather formal and Priya thought that she was in for a dressing down, or worse. "I would like to apologise for the, er, incident this morning, it was remiss of me and I am truly sorry if I offended you." Said Graham, his tone of voice not changing from the norm. A relieved Priya replied, "forgotten already," then continued, "I was rather flattered...
Note to readers: I have used this dating routine as part of other stories I have written, but it is the main topic of this one. As George Bernard Shaw says, "I often quote myself. It adds spice to my conversation." So, Mr. Shaw has given me sufficient rationalization for plagiarizing ... myself! There is much sex in this story, but it is mainly ... it's jus...
[Author's note: If you don't like cuckold stories where the husband, who fantasies about his wife with other men, is tortured by conflicting emotions of jealous and lust, then you'll hate this story.] * Jen checked her hair and makeup one last time in the mirror. As she touched up her lipstick, she saw the small plastic dispenser. Mentally kicking herself...
Maureen's mom had walked her daughter through her earliest years; her injury, those awful first months when she nearly died, the little boy who was her companion and savior, their separation, and her subsequent surgeries and therapy. Maureen listened at first with polite condescension, but her patronizing demeanor soon evaporated; fading into disbelief, then...
Marsha Wilcox was sitting at home, watching the nothing that was on TV when she remembered that she had had a question for her son. He told her he would be over at the Allan house, but she didn't want to call over and disturb the Doctor and his family, so she tried his cell phone. "Shit," she said quietly, hearing the ring tone sound off from his bedroom. "...
We have had the conflict. Now it's time for the denouement. Our protagonist needs a handy god-from-the-machine to sort out his irreconcilable situation (to continue our pretentious classical allusions). Fortunately he just happens to have one in his pocket, which is one of the wonders of the internet age. Plenty of monkey sex in this one for those who think...