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Chuck woke up when he heard his bedroom door opening. It was after midnight on a Friday night, technically it was the wee hours of Saturday morning and that also made it Chuck’s eighteenth birthday. He peeked out through partially opened eyes and saw his older sister and her housemate standing in his bedroom doorway.
My wife Sue and I had often joked about the “Seven Year Itch” and now here we were coming up on our seventh anniversary and I had to admit that although the relationship was still just as good or even better than it was, the sex was getting a bit boring and no where near
My wife Sherri and I have been married for 30 years. During that time we have been faithful and our sex lives, although good, have been ordinary. I read erotic stories and often get excited imagining us trying new things. She doesn’t like reading the stories. Over the past year we’ve been spending a lot
Ashley’s words of wisdom turned out to be some of the best advice Mike and Melody could have ever received. Though they made little progress in learning more about Melody’s dreams, they took the mindset of not letting it take over their lives. Rather, they enjoyed every moment of their engagement and savored it as
I was getting out of my SUV. I motion for my friend to get out of the passenger seat. Ace worked at a tattoo shop in town. I sold him a computer last year. He owed me a favor. “Buck… Is this the place? Should I get my needle and ink?” said Ace. “Yes! She’s
Numb, I wandered aimlessly around my house, thinking about what had happened and wondering what to do next. I threw the under-shorts in the washing and turned on the machine, wanting to get rid of the evidence I moped around the house and, late in the afternoon, got my gear ready for the nights performance.
When my wife went back to work and I decided to work from home, I thought it was going to be a good thing. It all started well; I had the house to myself during the day, and when she came home, we would spend quality time together. Then came her promotion; the longer hours,
Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she’d suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would
“Yes, it’s a weekend training scheme.” “For me, Mr. Pincher?” Gillian Smith gasped, peering at her boss a little suspiciously through her glasses. “Why me?” “We decided that you were, uh, you were, ready for new ideas,” Joe finished lamely, looking out the open window. “Some people have their eyes on you, you know, and
As I pulled his pants back up his legs (he wasn’t wearing any underwear) my chocolate conqueror released his grip on my head, playfully ruffling my hair with his big meaty hand as he did so. “Now that was nice, Web. You’ve got a sweet mouth on you and you took to my dick like
At about six-thirty the following evening I let myself in the front door and went into the living-room. I walked straight to the big chair that I had used the night before, put my brief-case beside it and sat down. I looked with some approval across at Debbie and Susan sitting together on the settee
Prologue I walked into the executive offices and looked at the managing director’s PA. She was a slightly plump very pretty blonde in her early twenties, dressed in a smart business suit with a white blouse and dark, sheer, hose, probably tights. I knew that I would have three days at the company and I
The place: a dark, crowded movie theatre. Alice and her husband Bob are sitting together, two and three seats in. One empty seat remains between Alice and the aisle. Alice’s handbag sits on the empty seat. The lights dim and the seemingly endless stream of tell-all trailers begins. Alice shivers..”Brr, Bob, are you chilly? I’m
The Bandit rubbed his eyes and put down the book, tucking his pen in it for a bookmark. He sighed gustily and looked at the closed door to the living room. Muffled sounds of conversation were coming from outside, interspersed with shouts of raucous laughter: Conan, having some fun at the expense of one of