I'd been married all of my life to a woman who had grown more shrewish and frigid as time had passed, and so ugly both physically and spiritually that I could hardly stand to be in the same room with her anymore. She had become, as I grew wealthier and more successful, a real cunt. She flaunted my wealth, and my success, as if it was her own, and treated oth...
Author's note: This willing-wimp tale is probably fictional. Nobody under 30 has sex. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Enjoy ***** Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun ***** -- Late 1995 -- I'm Randy. That is both my name and my condition. Pretty funny, hey? My consulting business (details of which do not matter here) lets me control my...
This is another of my true stories from my life. This one is a little different than the others I've written to date in that it does not really deal with interracial sex, my favorite thing in life per se, but is more about my early life with my lovely and beautiful wife. Yeah, there's some sex stuff here. But again its true sex stuff and not something I made...
I hear her splashing in the tub and the sweet scent of bath soaps as I enter the room. I flip my shoes off by the bed and strip my socks off as I start over. I peer into the bath. Her legs are up, toes pointed, shining with the glow of the water and soap. I strip my shirt off and throw it behind as I enter the room. I scan her soapy nude body but my real sea...
Mark's wife Leah was pretty. With her petite frame and round brown eyes, she was just what he wanted when they first met. But lately, she'd changed. Not just her figure, but her attitude too. Her personality. Since she'd been promoted to a job with longer hours, she didn't have as much time for herself. She'd slipped a little. And she didn't have time for...
There is no sex in this story. Sorry. Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. * He wasn't at all what I envisioned a police detective to be like. He certainly wasn't that big or impressive and he sweated a lot. Every time I saw him he had a bag of corn nuts in his hand and was eating them one at a time. He wasn't unfriendly or intimidati...
Editor's Note: if this story seems familiar to you, this story was previously posted by the author under a different account. * She took the spotlight, in her silver and white resplendent dress. It was a nice contrast to her mocha complexion. Her short, boy length hair was adorned in elegant finger waves, and she wore a small white flower in her hair. Gra...
The next few moments felt almost like an out-body-experience. Watching Terrance hold Marie's hand and lead her to our bed was incredibly erotic, as simple as it was. When we got to our room, I realized I was unsure of my role. I didn't know if I was supposed to be participate, just watch, if I could masturbate, etc. Marie sensed my predicament. "Scott, pleas...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual p...
Ashley and I stood at the bar sipping our drinks and finishing our conversation with the club manager. I looked back at our wives at the table whispering to each other and giggling. Trish and Lois were talking about sex. That's the way two women act when they're talking about sex. I wondered which guy in the club was doing which gal -- it had to be something...