"But he makes such a mess onto the towel," Yuka commented. "Aren't you worried it might get soiled." I once again knelt naked in the living room and in front of a coffee table, except this time it was Yuka's living room and Yuka's table. My wife was again masturbating me. And once again, naturally, Yuka sat fully clothed and watched. "I suppose it does," M...
Kevin decides to fly back a day early to surprise his wife, Sarah. He gets a ride home from the airport and as he comes around the curve in the neighborhood he sees a strange car in the drive way. Kevin walks up to the door and lets himself in quietly. As he shuts the door Kevin hears some giggling and talking upstairs in their bedroom. He walks up the stair...
Lori snores. It hardly defines my wife as a person. It neither limits my affection for her nor makes her less of a loving, warm person. It’s not the loud, sawing racket that one would attribute to a man’s snore. It’s more a demure, rhythmic breathing that I’ve grown accustomed to as being a part of my home life. Except that lately I lay in bed at night hard...
Kate and Fred were excited to see their new friend Will arrive for a Tuesday lunch at their home. The meal would be the perfect beginning to the activities Kate had planned with Will. She had not seen this new man in her life in a week and a half. Will and Kate had a real chemistry right from the beginning, and it all started as a casual kiss that lit a fire...
*this is a work of fiction (and perhaps a little fantasy, and I hope you enjoy it** This is a very unique interview with an ordinary guy in an extraordinary job. We can't use his real name here. We wanted to be respectful and serious about this interview, so we sent Adam Carolla to talk to him. AC: Hey, how are you doin??? I am supposed to call you John D...
I lay on my new king-sized bed and satin sheets. Oh, this was lovely! The tempurpedic mattress arrived just this morning, and it was exactly what I asked for. Well, I didn't really ask. I just mentioned one lazy afternoon while I was lying on my back with my legs spread, and Mr. Smith – he's Sweet Fuck, to me – was sucking and kissing on my clit, that I woul...
Dear Shoeblossom: I go into Master Marv's room, worried because I know he's upset with me—I'm a bad slave, and deserve to be punished. I'm 28 and he's 56, and a City Alderman. I'm wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me. "Nipper" he says, as I climb in his lap, "You've been touching yourself and havi...
I waited as the secretary announced my name into her intercom. I was mildly surprised when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "Mr. Foster will see you now, Mr. Kite. Please take the elevator to the fourth floor and then go through the door on the left." I knew that George Foster was the manager of this Eastern Security franchise, a firm specializing in g...
Something different. I would like to thank destodes777 for his useful comments and corrections which greatly improved this story. All remaining mistakes are because of my stubbornness... As always, comments are appreciated (even critical ones; insulting ones not so much, though...) and I will try to react on them where applicable. All names, characters, s...
Holding my son, six years old by my left hand, and my daughter, three and a half by my right, I came to the main road from the city after the walk from the river. Here I could get a taxi to take us the rest of the way home. I met two people who I knew, going in the direction I had come from, wishing each other a good evening. Instead of a taxi, a station wa...