CHAPTER 1 Fired at the age of five-four as part of the vehicle assembly plant's downsizing to ride out the economic downturn, Carson Kline was living alone because his wife had gone to live with her eighty-seven year old mom. Sara had found Carson's increased demand for sex since being out of work intolerable, not that she'd been much interested way back wh...
My wife is a licensed marriage and family therapist, Dr. Evelyn Thoroughgood. She is in her later forties, and she is a real looker. Evelyn is tall, but not much over medium height, in great shape, with a pixie-cut short blonde hair (sorry, it's dyed), and very shapely legs. I am in my early fifties, and I also work hard at keeping the ole bod in fit condi...
This is module one, chapter ten part one. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character, Katherine "Kat", is a senior...
{This is a cuckold story. If I still get your comment after reading it knowing that, then it means you can't be helped} ***** I'm Scott, my wife's name is Madelaine. Her basic nature is that she is a slut. She loves sex. More to the point, she loves being taken, used hard, treated like she's just a sex object. My part in it has grown over the couple years...
When Gerry and I got married, both of us had jobs but almost no vacation, so for a honeymoon we simply went to a resort near where we lived, stayed for a weekend, screwed non-stop, and reported to work the next Monday. We promised ourselves at the time that we'd do a second honeymoon soon, more relaxed and maybe at a more exotic location. For the next six y...
I drove down to Summerland as the sun was setting behind the hills around Santa Barbara. I beat them there, waiting in front of the restaurant, shivering a bit from the cool, evening wind. I wasn't entirely sure what I had agreed to. I wasn't entirely sure how far I would go. Each car that pulled through the lot made my heart beat harder. Then I saw them....
It's eight o'clock on a warm June morning here in New York. While my exhausted wife is sleeping soundly, I'm sitting at the desk in our hotel room writing an account of last night while the lurid details are still fresh in my mind. I fly to The City nearly every month. A couple of times each year my beautiful wife accompanies me. Let me introduce you to St...
Hello dear reader. I am back again to tell you more of my tales. At the start I thought of telling my story as a kind of confession. Its not a confession anymore. I have come to enjoy revealing my sexual adventures to you all. It is a positive thing for me. I feel good knowing I have some happy readers. Nowadays I am much more confident to admit up-front wh...
Horsa struggled through the deep snow, sheets of ice stung as it rained down from the heavens like sparks from the smith's hammer. He leaned into the wind and continued moving. The effort put more of a soreness into his legs than when he had first learned to ride a horse as a child, how his legs hurt for days after those lessons. Horsa eventually stopped to...
If a big, black cock fucking a small pussy isn't your thing, go to another story. * WeiLi was bored. Well, not bored, but frustrated, uptight, out of sorts. Something was wrong and she didn't know what it was. All the other women at work were always talking about sex with their husbands and how great it was. They talked as if it was the most exciting, thr...