I woke up early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I tried turning and tossing, but this didn't work. Next I tried tossing, then turning. Even with all that exercise, sleep was elusive if not forbidden. As I laid there, my mind went to and fro, forth and back, Hither, Thither, and Yon. A fairly pleasant trip, all in all. Then I began to wonder. No,...
It all started quite by accident one night after Carla's sister got married. Carla, my wife of twelve years, was not much of a drinker and a little prudish in her general demeanor to say the least. She is very attractive and she still had the same shape as the day we married. We found out before we were married that I was infertile, but Carla said that child...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** In Part 3 (Unbridled Lust), I wrote about how Malti the teenage-age daughter of Vivek's servant Mangesh was ripped after by me and Vivek. After emptying myself inside Malti's ass, I pulled out - tired, drunk and satiated - and grabbed my pants and walked to the room where m...
Usha's Story Chapter 2 - Cider Club Usha expanded on her earlier description of the honeymoon to her best friend Ruth Archer, but this time included what had transpired in the bedroom during the holiday. Ruth looked stunned. "Well, don't look at me so disapprovingly," Usha said to Ruth, "you have hardly been faithful." "I'm not judging you - it's jus...
Chapter 3. Gerry. (June 1993) While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on the journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from an opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a move by the time I'd finished my sandwich though, so standing up and smoothing crumbs from...
© Copyright 2010 Author's Note: As with all my stories, this is a work of fiction. It may be based on real people and places, but it never actually happened. Jess is from the Philippines. Jess is a nickname. We met in a chat room when she was in nursing school in the Philippines. I am disabled widower, in the United States. I seem to have an easier time t...
George and Jasmine had been married for twenty-five years. They had married young and had a loving marriage. But after having sex with the same person for twenty-five years, well it got dull. It was the same old thing, go to bed, have sex the same old way, go to sleep. While it felt nice, George and Jasmine had fallen into a rut. They had had a really hot se...
I'm a retired widower living in southern Arizona. I retired early, soon after my wife died. I had money in the bank, no need to work and time on my hands to try and regroup and make a new life for myself. We never had any kids and I had no pressing obligations. Women came and went with none sticking around longer than about six months. You would be surprised...
I am Pinki, a 34 years old, married housewife. My husband, Dev, had established a small business in India after working for years in USA . We met in Mumbai at a conference about 10 years ago. He was 42 at that time. He was a widower. We fell for each other in the very first meeting. He liked my looks. I have a voluptuous figure(typical north Indian). My stat...
Don Bobore Tramatza is a Catholic priest who's been sent to a remote town in Sardinia to inspect Don Zuseppe Mendula's parish, as the latter feels guilty of squandering the religious capital of the town. Don Bobore questions Don Zuseppe: "Zuseppe, I don't understand what are you complaining about. The last vendetta was carried out forty years ago, well befo...