This story was written as an fantasy. The writer does not condone the described behavior in real life. My parents had rented a house for the week. My brother (the second oldest of four) was graduating from the academy and his wedding was planned to coincide. There was going to be a gathering of family,
A kinky episode happened two summers later. Mary was working for a bank in a ritzy resort town. Her bank manager needed some video surveillance equipment installed and Mary recommended me. Her boss (a late 30’s divorcee) called me and offered the job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete everything
I stood looking over the steep overhang. It was absolutely gorgeous. The valley below opened up into a serene landscape of greens and blues. The latter was the creek, issuing from a beautiful waterfall, cascading from the rocks half a mile to my left. It wasn’t large by any means, but its beauty at that
It was one of the worst snowstorms ever to hit Augusta Maine. The snow was up to the window sills and all the roads were closed so I could not possibly make it to my classes at high school. When Dad divorced Mom, he received the family residence, and Mom took two small rental houses.
I am a rep for a hardware wholesaler and my territory is a large and mainly rural area. I travel about half my time but manage to make it home every weekend. I stopped for lunch on my way to see my next client. I wasn’t feeling well and tried to get some soup into
Jane and Mary, were sitting in their living room watching TV. They’d had a good meal and had decided to spend a relaxed evening in. After a while of companionable silence Jane spoke. “I meant to tell you Mary, that I’ve really, really come alive since we started our fun games. You’re such a good,
Well, where to begin? I’ll start at the beginning, OK? I’m Jessica and I’m just about to turn 25. I go to college right now and I’m really involved in politics. Actually, I’m involved in what we like to call counter- politics; That is, I’m an Anarchist. I won’t go into the details of the
By the time I arrived at the home of my grandmother in Chicago, I had convinced myself that this would be the most boring and wasted weekend I had ever spent. My parents had moved away from the city years before, when I was in junior high. We visited my grandparents regularly in the years
Jeff was in love with his mother Patricia’s feet. He was 18, she was 38. They were absolutely gorgeous as far as he was concerned. He often fantasized about licking her size 8 soles and sucking on her big toes. Aside from having a foot fetish for his mom’s feet, he also kept a much
Third Waiter Shen could hardly contain his excitement. He’d spent a month’s salary on the love potions. The pink one would set ablaze the pubes of a woman whose thighs were held closed by an ice dragon. The black potion was blood of tiger. Once he’d drunk it, Shen would have the speed, tenacity and
Darlene was smiling with anticipation as she unlocked and opened the car door. Her nylons whispered as she sat in the overly sun warmed car, swung her slim legs in and shut the door. She started the car and cranked up the air conditioning as sweat beaded on her upper lip above a wide sensuous
I am a 42 year old lady who has recently gotten into the K9 scene. It had been a fantasy of mine for several years but only lately that my husband, Tommy decided and I decided I needed a dog for me. I am an overweight person who loves sex just as well as the
When we were a new couple, pretty young, 20 and 19, we had an insatiable appetite for sex. Even having kids very young did not slow down the wife and me. In some ways, it made us more adventurous, trying to find time to sneak away and get a little was an ongoing game. We
I have for some time been writing about a relationship with my partners, 76 year old, Aunty Jean and her daughter Jane. I feel it is time to commit to paper how my attraction for much older women started some 31 years ago when I was 19. Like a lot of young men of that
The July morning sun was warm and very muggy. It would prove to be hot by the end of the day and it would probably rain. Fourteen year old Catherine was walking up the road heading to her home away from home. She had stumbled across Sunnyridge goat farm six years ago while exploring her