I was on my way back to the hotel when I noticed a small cozy restaurant, the lighting was dim and the booths seemed comfortable and inviting. I hadn’t noticed it on the way to my appointment, but I was grateful for the chance to relax in the dimly lit privacy of my booth. Due
Hi, my name is Tim. Last year I turned 57, I’m divorced and I’ve actually had sex exactly 57 times in my entire life, one day for every year of my life. I have a small problem, my dick is only two inches long when fully erect and not even an inch when flaccid. Needless
Tomatoes. The smell of the plants enveloped her, stung her nose and made her want to sneeze. Her back ached from leaning over the vines, and her arms were stained with the chartruese of the leaves. She had rubbed a handful of them over her skin in a futile effort to deter the mosquitoes. Still
I met my husband Jake when we were both sixteen years old. We were on a double date; he with another woman and I with a guy named Greg. We all went out to the movies and dinner and Jake and I couldn’t keep our eyes off each other. Within a week I had broken
I sat down to dinner with the woman I love. We ate our meals in the restaurant together, sipping some nice wine and talking over our days. We basked in each other’s company. She smiled at a remark I made and stroked my hair tenderly. I reminded myself, as I did every day, of how
It’s pretty amazing when I can get off to my own memories of him better than the stories of strangers. He never realized the shape of his own hand until he saw it imprinted on my ass. He said I kissed like nobody he’s ever kissed. Violently. (“But don’t change it.”) Sex is like a
Dear Diary, | Late at night, sometimes, you | whimper. I think it wakes me every I want him to use me. | time. | That sounds weird, doesn’t it? I | It scares me just a little; I know don’t understand. | right away that something’s wrong. | You’re as close to me as
They way he asked her: “Cream?” When offering her Hot cider Brought back the door’s pneumatic gasp Just as she entered The coffee shop, when A teen-aged boy was pushing fingers in and out Of jam To taste the sweet And amber liquor; when The woman closest to the window Slipped into her mouth the
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My pelvic bone was starting to ache a wee bit. And I wasn’t anywhere close, due to the knee-trembling blowjob I had gotten not minutes before. My dick felt just fine, but.. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! She slammed on top of me, fury and passion and loss warring in her clouded eyes. We’d
“Hey, Layla, are you busy Saturday night? Rod asked. Rod had called his sister on the phone. The summer was winding down and soon they would both be heading back to their respective colleges for the fall semester. Their parents were divorced. Layla was a year older and entering her senior year, and had spent
Clare and I were on our weekly boutique foray. Perfumes, earrings, eye shadow. I picked a pair of nearly transparent panties from the bargain bin. “What do you think of these?” I asked. Clare blushed. I couldn’t help but wonder about her pelt. Was it soft and sleek as a baby rabbit, or curly and
I awoke, naked, lying on a single bed in a small room. I could hear loud music playing outside. I couldn’t remember how I got here, or even what my name was. “Where am I?” I asked aloud, even though I thought I was alone. “Everything will become clear shortly.” The woman’s unexpected reply made
I’m not sure if this is typical, but as long as I can remember I’ve known that my cock had two distinct states. I thought of the larger, stiffer, and more infrequent one as “big,” and the process of erection as “getting big.” And as long as I can remember, I’d had a habit of
Lying here in bed, in my room at the nursing home, I think back on all the women I’ve had. Sweet as maple syrup, every one of them. The warm smell of the soft nipple of my high school sweetheart, back before the War that was. It would stand right up, that nipple, when I
“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling. “Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle in her eye. “That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?” “I suppose,