Day 2 My husband and I are starting our second day at this perfect little resort. We have a bungalow just steps from the beach, a private pool, and a fully stocked bar!!. If you read about our first day, you'll know we just hung around the pool yesterday drinking rum, skinny dipping, soaking in the sun, and of course, having as much sex as we could. Yesterd...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. * This was not how I had envisioned my golden years. I slowly looked around the Wagon Wheel Acres dining room. Nothing but old people; real old people. The most depressing thing was that I was one of them. I was only sixty two and I didn't feel that damn old. A...
Chapter 12 A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to the encouraging reader feedback, the muse has returned, and I have finished the story. * They fled the nightmare of the city. The Singing Selkie proved herself a nimble and true boat, surging out into the brisk fall...
I had got the babe in bed and was ready to go out to the field. This was the last day, the last chance of having a ride on the combine. They were in the last field of canola and probably wouldn't be going that late, they would finish up soon. I drove out to the farm, parked along side the road, and one of the combines were dumping their load into the grain t...
As he began the last round of his route, Joe sent up a silent prayer that he would get through the rest of his shift without any more passengers. The bus was empty and he wanted it to stay that way. He sped past the first few empty stops, his hopes growing that he could get home quickly to his new porno video and a cold beer. It wasn’t much of a life but it...
I wake up in a small strange concrete room, still wearing the pink latex that Master Brent bought for me but this time without the hood or the gag. I look down and see masters foot on the concrete floor tapping. As I look further up I see his tall muscular body dressed in tight leather and the big smirk on his face as he says "well looks like our little bitc...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
The bank receptionist, whose name is Brenda, smiles and says, "Yes sir, right this way." She is about 30, with rosy cheeks and a fat bottom. I like being called 'sir.' It's a nice touch, but of course Brenda calls anyone who walks into my bank 'sir' because she is paid to do so. No matter that you are the lowest scoundrel or pervert; you are a 'sir' in my...
Jack had to admit he like to see the sailor on his ship naked and had seen him walk around the boat with a hard on naked and even stroked his cock and made him cum three times. Jack liked when the sailor work of the boat as Jack would sit down and see his sailor Don go to working on the boat putting up the mail sail on the boat and just operating on the boat...
Always on the prowl for "the deal", I am a habitual browser of online coupon services. A couple of years ago, I came across an offer that I couldn't refuse; a 50% reduction for a one-hour massage at Northside Holistic Body Works. I was on it faster than a dog on a fire hydrant. Ever since my army days in Thailand in 1969, I've been a massage enthusiast. Adm...