"Bloody hell, what's got you going?" I asked as I slipped my fingers into my wife's cunt. She was curled up on the sofa in just her dressing gown reading a book. I'd simply run my hand up her naked legs straight into the juiciest pussy I've ever seen. "Nothing," she said almost defensively, "I can feel randy if I want can't I?" "C'mon, let me see," I said...
"I have to trust my instincts. I can't go second guessing myself. If I go back now, I might end up going the wrong way that time. I had better keep going this way till I get a clue where I am." She said, she now continued to head forward still. Her pride was willing her to not waver from this choice of direction. That was the least of worries though soon. U...
I'm having this on and off again fling with a lady I'd met on a diving course in Albany five years ago. Jean is seventeen years older than I; English with incredibly attractive hawk like features, a well-defined body and lustrous & lengthy black hair. We hit it off from the first moment we met and within two weeks we were lovers. I, at the time, was a poor,...
[Disclaimer: This story contains a sexual situation suitable for mature audiences. Though I personally am not offended by younger people enjoying my work, laws tend to see it otherwise. So if it is illegal for you to view erotic literature, or if you do not wish to view erotic literature that pertains to love, sex, and impregnation, please occupy your time w...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story. This story is a sequel to the first part of Falling Down - Climbing up. Please read that story before you read this one. About one year after dumping my cheating wife I had got a new neighbor, a single woman with a girl in the same age as my daughter. The girls became friends within a short time and f...
Copyright August 2001 by CFaulkner. All rights reserved. Dearest Zack, I just wanted to write you and tell you how fantastic last weekend was - I was definitely surprised by the way you'd planned everything, and renting a cottage at the beach for a weekend was a true stroke of genius. You know how much I adore the sea. And you, of course. The combination...
All content copyright 2012 Ted Szabo * It was around one AM when Kate and I returned from the party, striding arm in arm up the sloping concrete walk in front of building eleven as my decrepit car's engine, thoroughly lined with carbon deposits, continued to cough along for a good ten seconds after the ignition was switched off. One of the student organi...
Dylan hugged his parents good-bye as the bus pulled into the station. He had had a good visit with them, but since he lived a three-hour bus ride away he was only able to see them about one weekend a month. He looked forward to his next visit, but he also looked forward to getting home to all the games that he hadn't packed, not to mention the friends he had...
Sitting there watching Jeff's cock recede, with his cum drying on both my face and the front of my pink babydoll nightie, I was as horny as I'd ever been. That horniness and the buzz from the margaritas made me feel daring. I'd get his ice. Standing up, I walked across the suite and went into the bathroom. Wiping away the bigger gobs of jizz and licked my...
“Wash, and wax.” His voice broached no argument, so she picked up the bucket full of soapy water and the hard sponge and walked over to his car. She wasn’t quite sure how it had come to this. One moment she was quite happily reading under the shadiest tree in the large walled garden – the next she was interrupted by the throbbing growl of his 1969 E-ty...