What follows is an extract from the diaries of my French grandfather who died after a long, full, amorous life at the age of 90 in 1992. He willed the diaries to me his youngest grandchild because I had followed in his footsteps as a journalist. The diaries are full of erotic encounters and I
My husband and I recently went to a concert to see Nickelback and two other groups. My husband is 36 and I am 30 being two of the oldest fans to see this concert was kind of awkward although, I did dress to impress a short skirt and a low cut draw string blouse that
“Come on” he asks again. “I never did that before I tell him rapidly but he isn’t letting go of it. “Just one time and Ill never ask you again” He asked me so many times I just decided to do it then be over and done with it. I unzipped his pants and say
The water was cold on my body, causing little goose bumps to rise all over me. I loved the feeling of the sun against my skin, then the feel of the cold water rinsing the suntan oil off. Nude beaches were my particular thing. I liked being a female and naked against the elements. I
I’m married to a wonderful man. We live in a nice house in a good neighborhood. My husband travels on business often and plans on making a long trip this week. His long trips sometimes leaves me sexually frustrated so I have to resort to playing with my toys. My mind starts drifting as I
I am a 44 year old investment banker living in Frankfurt living with my husband . I met my husband when I was a junior investment banker in my mid 20’s and he was a receptionist. I specifically made him get me coffees and nobody else. I do think without the Matriarchy and my GIS
Watching the train come into the platform, slowly making its way up the track, another day, another meeting, he thought. He quickly ran a mental check list that he had everything, briefcase, presentation case, minutes of the last AGM, and of course his lunch. Cheese and tomato sandwiches, the same sandwiches he had been having
It was another dull day and I had some time to kill. I was in Peterborough for a few meetings and one had been cancelled, freeing up my early afternoon. The weather was lousy and I just didn’t fancy a walk around the shops. I saw the cinema and noticed that there were a couple
The first time we did something like this LuEllen walked to a truck on the freeway and they took off and I followed them to a truck stop in Missouri. The driver and LuEllen were alone though. I just went to the coffee shop and waited. Lu had a blast she said and hoped we
The groan of the old elevator softened into a squeal as it arrived on the 8th floor. A weak ding sounded from the above as the doors opened, letting me exit. I glanced at the various markings on the bare concrete to confirm that I am on the correct level. The potted fern rustled with
I was awakened that crisp autumn day in a most delightful way. A warm, wet tongue was washing my cock as a finger circled my asshole. Without opening my eyes, I went with the terrific feeling that spread through my body from my crotch. The cabin was toasty with my setting the thermostat to 75
Sherry was a 36-year-old hottie, she had a big rack (40e) a tight ass and long blond hair. She was married with two kids, her husband worked at a warehouse as a supervisor on the night shift most times, he didn’t get home till 9 or 10 am this played havoc with her sex life.
I was idly gazing out of the bus window. People were rushing along this busy street. Rush hour, one of the worst times to be on the bus and I was looking forward to get home. Shower, food, start the new book I found at the charity shop and maybe call David. It was weird
Mary Beth was eighteen, just out of high school, pretty as a picture, perky little tits, rosy red lips, hardly black at all considering her dad was black as O’Barma, and she was just so thrilled when I asked her out and suggested she was cheer leader material. She wasn’t exactly girlfriend material, no great
Mr. Livshitz had a routine that he followed nightly when he got home from school, where he taught 12th graders Science. When he was in class, as a way to ensure that he improved his practice, he would always record his lessons. But when he would arrive home, pull out his laptop, and take off