Dear Wimp, So you are Mary’s husband, the loser, the wimp, the shrimp-dick that I’ve heard about. Well, I’ve got good news and bad news for you, wimp. The good news is that until last week, Mary had been faithful to you. Faithful for five years of marriage. That’s almost a miracle. That such a
I poured another shot. Kathy picked it up, held it out in a toast. “To alcohol.” “To absolut.” She corrected, and drained the glass, setting it down carefully. I nursed my shot. Kathy had been drinking like a fish for the last couple of hours, unaware or uncaring about the fact that I had had
I’ve been married to the woman of most men’s fantasies for nearly ten years now. Those ten years have been punctuated by some love adventures that make others pale by comparison. Joy has always been a free spirit, but given her heavenly body, that was easy to overlook. For the first five years of marriage,
Call me paranoid, or whatever you please, but my wife’s “volunteer work” was really about sex all along, and I knew it from the beginning. She went on about self- actualization and needing to “discover herself” and to do something about society’s problems. And I went along, reluctantly – unhappily. I knew this was really
Philosophically speaking, I see no harm in eating your own semen and I certainly do not think it makes you gay. I have absolutely no desire to be with another man, I just feel that it is insanely hot to think about my own cum in my mouth, and oh so difficult to do. In
I was attending a family gathering last year to celebrate my grandmother’s 90th birthday in her big Victorian house. During the course of the day, I saw my uncle John go down to the basement. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw Becky open the door and go down a few minutes. Becky
Tammi Buckner sighed and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the bedroom of her double- wide mobile home. The pretty blond 23-year-old turned this way and that, trying to look sexy in the long white robe and the pointed white hat. At length she puffed her cheeks and gave a snort of
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.
In my junior year at high school I had already discovered the joys of sexuality through my Aunt Cindy and additionally through her boyfriend at the time. School just seemed the logical place to act out on some of my newfound skills. After my sexual awakening I found that I took much greater notice in
Plunging into his wife, Audrey, for the second time that night should have been easy for Norman. At 42 years of age, he was a slightly balding, but lean advertising executive. His chest and stomach were firm but not muscular. He knew his appearance was unexceptional. It was in performance that he excelled. Norman prided
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
The storm trooper was searching for a young woman and found her; crouching in back in a small, dark alcove, a small, shivering figure clad in flowing white hugged the back of the recess. Overconfident, he never saw the energy pistol she had held out of sight behind her came up and around as she
“Hi, Mrs. Collins, I said as she opened the back door, almost hiding behind it, her long blonde hair tumbling freely. Cindy home?” She smiled and shook her head, moving out a bit so I could see her bare shoulder. “She went to the mall with a couple of girls. Probably have lunch out there.
It had been three weeks since Eugene and Audrey had had sex, and he was ready to explode. He had tried everything, from subtle hints to fancy dinners. Gradually, he got increasingly direct. Tonight, he had coated his request in flattery, with a touch of humor, ribaldry and raw desire, and she still turned him
This is not a story about a normal Friday. I am a practical woman, world-wise, aware but not alarmed that I am single and approaching my mid-thirties. Marriage will probably happen for me one day. Children may or not. These aren’t concerns that drive my life. I’m sexually confident and secure with my own body,