A Secret Delayed "Can I turn on the TV?" The words echoed across my room like an exploding bomb. I had just watched my ex-wife enjoy thirty-five minutes of locked door, in the bedroom, sexual private time with her husband Frank. Through no fault of my own, my son Tom had left the camera on but TV off after a quick Skype call when he was looking for his sho...
It had been too long. I hadn't had sex for over a year, and I was starting to feel deprived. My friend Sarah noticed that. "Girl it's been too long! You need to catch up with me!" She was right. Beautiful, sexy Sarah, fifty-something years young, and she was partying harder and getting more action than anyone else I knew. I was a little more than half her ag...
James left his house at 6:00 am for his daily run, but he had been up since 4:00, and this was Sunday - his supposed day off. His mind was as clear as the cloudless April sky. Morning prayers, a bowl of oatmeal, meditation and yoga, all before a run around the duck pond at the local park. This had been his routine, more or less, for the past five years and...
We walked into the studio almost 30 minutes before the class was to begin. My wife and I had been away from yoga for almost 18 months. Work and injuries had kept us away. For me it was tendonitis in both shoulders. For my wife, elbows and knees had been causing her grief. "Good morning," the attractive young yoga instructor greeted us as we came through the...
This is a story about my Junior year at college. I was a psychology major; a studious 22 year old compared to most of my peers. I usually spent my Friday nights up late at the library working on my latest research project rather than parting all night with all the beautiful young coeds. Secretly tho ,I often fantasized about long salacious nights of sweaty d...
Bethany Paige had beautiful huge round wine glasses. They were fish bowls with stems. Not only were they enormous, but there were so many of them. There had to be twenty-five people stuffed into her Williamsburg loft and every guest held one of these goblets. Plus there were a few dozen more perfectly arranged in a square on the butcher block topped island i...
For all of you lonely travelers. Thank you for reading. This story is inspired by real-world experiences. Here I was, sitting on a terrace on the third floor of my Airbnb's host apartment in Switzerland. She helped me pour my third glass of wine-Amy-my 37 year old smiling Airbnb host from Scotland with whom I would stay with for the next twelve days. As w...
He told me it wouldn't hurt. Jesus lied to me. His eleven-inch dick pummeled my sweet pussy but it was worth it. Jesus was my mother's and I yoga instructor. While he was teaching my mom asana, sun salute and downward dog; he was sizing my pretty ass up. Jesus was a beautiful Puerto Rican daddy, who had the whole class swarming, like bees to honey. He was si...
Another one based loosely on real life; the last few paragraphs happened almost exactly as written, the text exchange still sitting in my phone. There is definitely an attraction there, but we never have acted on it. * * * I got into my car all sweaty, like always; people think I'm weird when I tell them I enjoy coming back from my workouts while drippin...
It all started on an unseasonably warm winter day in the town of Cleveland, Ohio. The sun was standing high in the sky and beaming down it's bright rays. It was only 10:30 in the morning and yet, it had already reached a rather warm 65 degrees. Outside the birds were chirping loudly, but inside the Mizanin household a different series of events and noises we...