There isn't too much descriptive sex in this story but there should be enough facts to keep you interested. Believe it or not this is a true story and as always the names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have to thank honeywildcat for the editing and of course when I get a story back from her, I always find things that I just have to change or add....
The scene is upstate New York, circa 1977. John Hanson was as straight-laced a 47 year old man that you could find. happily married for 25 years to his high school sweetheart Joy, and the father of two great children; John Jr. who was in his final year of college, and Amanda, who was just about to enter the local university herself. Amanda had made a new fr...
Two days after I finally finished raking up the leaves, we got six inches of snow. My boss let everyone go home early. I dreaded the thought of shoveling out the driveway. My wife, Holly, was home everyday, but she would rather sit on her ass and frivol away, or masturbate to porn, mostly the latter. Upon arrival at the house, I saw our neighbor was half don...
Sometimes being a bit of a dork can be a good thing. Take a minivan, for example. There are not many thirty-year old guys who purposely drive a Chrysler Town & Country. I have a reason why I do so. It turns out my van also helped take me on an incredible sexual journey. My wife and I married young, had three kids quickly and then divorced. We were best fri...
I'm an exhibitionist and I love exposing myself to men, especially to older men, and especially to men who are voyeurs and who more appreciate a woman in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. My name is Kim and I'm an exhibitionist. Suddenly, I feel as if I'm at an anonymous meeting for exhibitionists and voyeurs. I love flashing men all that they sho...
Eileen put the papers on the table. "This is a one-year lease for the office space and this one covers the furniture rental and this one takes care of the phone and DSL for your internet. I think that about covers it unless you can think of anything else." Bill looked at Eileen. "No, I think you've covered everything. How soon will this all be set up?" "Fr...
Some people hate that word: whore. I think it is beautiful. Look at them, now. They cannot see you. The window is mirrored. I watch it all from here. My girls and their clients. The ancient dance, the men and the women. Always the same, yet always different. Look over there, now, by the bar. See that girl in the silver mini-skirt. Tamsyn. The o...
The winter holiday theme has given me the chance and motivation to recall a Christmas experience which had a big effect on my life and relationship at the time. I'm writing this from memory and will fill in as much detail as possible so that my readers get as true a taste of events as I can possibly relate. The story's quite long, but it's genuine and I hope...
My best friend Shirley and I are both teachers. For the last dozen years or so, we've gone on a 'girls trip' over spring break - usually, we just stay at a hotel in a big city not too far away, and spend the week shopping, taking in a show or two, and generally enjoying the ambience of the city, and things we can't do in our hometown. This past year, we bot...
This is a continuation of my first story, "The Girl Down the Road." It is based on a true story, although I have elaborated to make it more entertaining. The new term had started and I was seeing Allison a lot less. We would still spend entire weekends together, but because I only got home at about five every day and we didn’t see each other much during th...