There's something a little Zen to the game of sex. The sound of one hand clapping? How about the fact that you never meet a hot woman when you're trying? I don't believe in pheromones, generally, but it's obvious women can smell desperation on a man. From a long way off. So it was with no plan in mind whatsoever that I went to a party at my best friend's fl...
I've been married to Sarah for over fifteen years now, up until around three years ago we had a fairly vanilla sex life, perhaps making love, missionary style once or twice a week. Around three years ago I picked up our tablet computer and found she'd been looking at videos of submissive sex. This started a conversation where we both explored and discussed o...
Unlike some of my other stories, there is no build up to the sex in the story. The sex comes early and often within the story. ***** "Do you think she is going to come tonight?" Ben Roth yelled to his wife, Amy. Amy was in the bathroom getting ready for their evening out, having dropped their two kids off at Ben's parents apartment, some two blocks away f...
Françoise thought that, really, she should not go to the farmhouse, leave it for the lovers and let them have time alone, but she had to be with Léonie, had to be the reason the girl was allowed to go out upon the hills. And so again the girls climbed the hill together. It could not be Léonie alone. Her mother would not permit it. Françoise, though, threw...
Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile wheneve...
You must read part one if you want to enjoy this piece. It's actually one of my favorite premises for a story, but it didn't get too much activity. Please, for the sake of context, start at the beginning. It's only a two-part series. There's no moral to this story, and it's pretty ambiguous. Still, I hope you folks enjoy it. ____________ I spent the rest o...
VII JILL EVERY BOOK should have an ending. That might be very difficult to accomplish in this case, though, because our story is far from over new people, new adventures, new pleasures are always just around the corner. However, in a sense, three things provide a climax of sorts, at least two of them being sufficient to wrap up any loose ends of our life...
Tamara's Tales - Part 1 Sitting behind the large carved oak desk that was the principals at Regal Bay High School, Tamara Doolittle turned to look west out her second-floor office window over the expanse of green that was the front lawn of the school. At the intersection of three walks, centered in the plane of green, was the newly refurbished fountain, rin...
Over the last three months, Denise has become sort of a regular around my apartment. With her flight schedule, she ends up spending a Saturday night here in Mobile every other week and a couple of other nights in between. I've taken to picking a seemingly random night about every third week to summon her. I figured her out in her first session. She's been...
Chapter 1: Golden Signpost Something I've learned over the years is that each day presents us with a variety of crossroads; forks in the road that can change the course of our lives. There are usually signposts, but often we don't notice them, or we ignore them. Perhaps that's because we are not paying attention, or that we simply don't recognize them for w...