Sunday Night- Watching my wife push back at my cock always gets me off. There I was on my knees, upright. My cock driving into her pussy. Meeting me halfway on every penetrating push. Her ass raised high in the air, her forehead resting against the mattress, back arched like a feline ready to pounce. This woman, lost in ecstasy. My thoughts always drift to...
(Note that comments are more than welcome. You can comment on this story or send me an email via the link below. As usual, bricks and bouquets are welcome.) # # # # # CHRISTOPHER'S SIDE Most people realize that major events shape one's lives. A few accept the smaller ones have the same impact. It happened to me - the smallest, brought about the biggest ch...
Catherine Somers stared at the wall, feeling physically sick, and wondered how the hell she got to this place in her life. When she'd been promoted to her current post she was the youngest female Assistant Commissioner in the history of the Metropolitan Police. Now, at the age of 44, she just felt washed out, incapable of coping with her life anymore. Of cou...
I began this tale as a short story, never intending to exceed 8000 words. As I wrote, the story and the characters seemed to take on a life of their own --demanding more "air" time. Finally, I was forced to write a outline, histories and what not, converting this story into a novel. This isn't my first rodeo, but it is the first time I've written a loving wi...
I suggest you read KatieBreckenridge's account of her life as an escort to bring you up on my outcome of her tale. As always I appreciate the talent of other authors in telling their stories. I'm unsure Katie knew how it would feel to be cheated, spurned, and disrespected. Maybe after Jeff gets through letting her know how it felt, she'll have a different v...
Jen and I met when I was eighteen. I was just starting my freshman year at university and this was to be my first experience checking out the reputedly promiscuous student life. I spotted her the moment I entered the night club and thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. To my great surprise she smiled at me when I started dancing near h...
My sister Annette was gazing at me with a super serious expression. As a critical care nurse, she was concerned for the state of my well being. "You need a break from all this craziness, I'm worried about you," she said. "I'll be ok," My voice sounded unconvincing. "Can't you take any time off? Go away for a week or two and relax. Remember you've alrea...
Ch. 1 My Makeover "You should say something to him," Elaine suddenly said out of the blue flashing me a mischievous smile. "Who?" I asked red faced. She had obviously caught me visually devouring the young waiter as he left our check. "Liz, don't try and play stupid. Marcos, the waiter, the one you can't take your eyes off of." "He's half my age!" I gave...
I was slower recovering from my wounds that we had expected; Jen was like a mother hen. She fussed over me and waited on me hand and foot. I really didn't feel up to going back to work. My Mom and Dad insisted that I take another week off; Jen was behind it I thought. She was rarely out of my sight. I couldn't help watching every move she made. She was so be...
I'm not too sure when it all began, this thing with me and people who have power. Or at least those that I perceive have power. It's not like I'm a little "groupie" or anything, but somehow I seem to hold them in such esteem that it's a little beyond reason. Maybe it's because I was such a late baby. I have three sisters and the next youngest is seven years...