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
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
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
This story is about a girl who fantasises about having rough sex with her friend while masturbating. Sometimes she sits and wonders about the thoughts that pop into her head. Strange thoughts. Thoughts she feels she shouldn’t be having. Sometimes she touches herself, down there, in a place where she shouldn’t be touching. Today she’s
Common wisdom is that a post-menopausal woman lubricates less than when she was younger, and that her sex drive decreases to the point of apathy. Sure, I’ve seen that happen in a few women. It certainly wasn’t true for Lydia. Lydia and I met doing online chat. Two years of conversations resulted in a face
” I rather think I need a drink after all that” said Robin “but first I’m going to choose a new rubber bathing cap for you to wear in preparation for our next bout of love making.” With that he went to the box of caps and with Lucy leaning on him and looking over
We were excited when our invitation arrived but surprised at the size of the accompanying questionnaire. Was this club really going to be worth it ? By all accounts, it was. My friend Phil had let slip that he was a member of a swingers club and it only cost me a few drinks to
“NNNNNnnngggg!” The object which used to be Daisy Fulton let out a desperate, incoherent grunt that sounded more animal than human. In fact, Daisy hadn’t been close to human in a long time. Not since her last year of high school, when Mama had gotten so terribly sick and had to go into the nursing
Molly made sure no one was watching, then slipped the master key into the lock of Room 120. She walked in quickly, closing the door behind her. Already, she was beginning to shiver with excitement, her nipples hardening under her light summer blouse. The room looked pretty much like any of the other twenty-five rooms
My name is Kelly-Marie, apparently my parents couldn’t agree on Kelly or Marie so I became a hyphenated child. About myself, I am rather large breasted, I will be covering their size later in this story. I married my high school sweetheart, football jock and current husband of some 300 plus pounds. Being large breasted
My wife’s libido is falling off a cliff. I’m patient with it, but I also need to get into her pussy sometimes. My dick literally aches for it. She lets me in there every couple weeks maybe. Hopefully she gets up for it, but sometimes she’s just limp and I wish I hadn’t bothered. I’d
Alun knew that he was onto something by the looks she gave him. He hadnt set out to get together with a woman. He had just gone out for a drink at his local and met his friends. One of them, Vicky , had introduced him to Liz and they had got on like a
It was a late Saturday morning in Three Rivers. A warm May breeze wafted through Sharon Cherski’s window, and the she began to awaken. Sharon should have been happy on this day. She was, after all, one of the most popular sophomores at Liberty High. The girls liked her because of her sweet and friendly
I squeezed the lovely hills of Pat’s buttocks for awhile, then reached around under her to open the sweet mound of her vulva. Her hips squirmed, and she moaned behind the gag. “Fantasy,” she’d said, “utter trust, anything you want, no holds barred.” The sons were out with their Aunt, and we were alone for
If anyone had ever looked at Michelle, while passing her on the street, you’d never guess how interesting this girl was. She was a long haired brunette, with a fairly athletic build, and a great smile. Michelle was well liked among her friends at the Hamilton Heights Academy, and one of the better students who’d