Bonnie now in her seventies, regaled us with this story set in the late fifties when she tells us she was just nineteen, a member of the Upper Sixth which accommodated those that stayed on after the regular leaving age. Bonnie is such a sweet and innocent old lady now, that her tale was hard to believe. But we did enjoy it. * Not so much students but young...
A while ago, in between wives, I winged my way around Texas, hopping about in my little Grumman Cheetah the way I used to do on my motorcycle. Only faster. I landed to refuel at a little airport not far from Killeen. The woman behind the counter was... Well, she wasn't young. Not that I have anything at all against young women. My right seat had carried a...
Life can move pretty fast and if you don't stop to take a break every now and then, it will pass you by. This last week was really busy for us. The kids and their after school activities, miscellaneous business meetings and birthday parties have kept us going non-stop. After all of the commotion, my wife and I decided that we would take the weekend off fro...
…The White Dragon arched over her mate as he crossed under her belly. She came down beside him and eyed him as they continued their Eternal curve. Not yet, but soon, she would arch under him as he arched over her, submitting to him again, then again he to her. It was their nature. It was their touching, their making, their doing and undoing, their loosing an...
Julie had blonde hair, and it hung in waves down her shoulders. She had soft pale blue eyes that seemed honest and innocent. And she had lightly tanned skin that shone golden in the afternoon sun. She found the drive home after work so boring. All day, cramped in an office cubicle, a slave to the phone and a hostess of charm to the voice on the other end o...
Note: I've submitted this story for the Winter Holiday's Story Contest 2016. If you enjoy it, please vote. Also, per the non-erotic focus category, there's no sex. * "You'll be fine, Stanley, until the kids come along," an older friend warned me before I married Jill. "Then there could be issues." Now I know what he means. Like me, he's Jewish. Also like...
Hi, folks. How's it going? Right now, I am standing over the body of someone I just killed. And quite frankly, I'm disgusted. The weird things that happen in this life never cease to amaze me, folks. Seriously. Even being who and what I am, the freaky stuff is a little much. My name is Thomas James Guillaume and by all appearances, I'm a rather wholesome you...
Everything in this story is true and actually happened to me. Maybe not all at the same time or in the same exact sequence, but don't worry there will not be a test on it later. Ah, memories. *** All sexual activity in this story occurs between characters who were at least 18 years of age back then. *** "I make out the flight plan and study the weather,...
Thirteen days had passed since my threesome. Thirteen fucking days since I had any cock inside of me. Even though I was constantly horny and Christopher tried to initiate sex multiple times, I didn't feel like having sex with him. Not having heard from Sebastian since our hotel rendezvous, I was growing worried, frustrated and disheartened. Standing at the...
Chapter One: The Peeping Step Dad I had just awakened with a middle of the night urge felt by many 50 something men -- the urge to pee. I, like many men my age, have developed a larger than normal prostrate, which wakes me up at least once each night. And since I am in the middle of a total remodeling of the bathroom attached to the Master Suite in my 20 ro...