As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight. I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the metal
Wow Lola, What a thrill is it to get your emails. I always get a double delight from them. The first thrill is just reading them and getting turned on. Your ideas always dampen my pussy. The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron and watching his face get beet red, knowing I’m telling
‘Yes. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you.’ ‘Well, that was a while ago,’ I said. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’ She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’ From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting
I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It was a
In some areas of the world or country, a lesbian couple is not considered so out of the ordinary. However, in some Midwestern towns, the idea of lesbians is still practically taboo and is very rarely seen out in the open. Such was the case where Beth and Becky Henderson lived. Even rarer was it
Introduction During the early 1980’s I lived and worked for a year in Korea, in a small provincial capital as a professor in a nursing school. I was taking a year off before finishing my medical residency, and I wanted to get some non-Western hands-on experience to go with my training. At the nursing school,
When we were a new couple, pretty young, 20 and 19, we had an insatiable appetite for sex. Even having kids very young did not slow down the wife and me. In some ways, it made us more adventurous, trying to find time to sneak away and get a little was an ongoing game. We
We meet at a restaurant and sit across from each other. I notice that you’re not wearing a bra underneath your top. The waitress brings two drinks and I watch you place your fingers on each side of the glass and stroke it with your fingers and make erotic patterns on the glass. I also
I did nothing wrong. What I did was not illegal, and I won’t go to jail. Was it ethical? Moral, religiously, politically correct… probably not. But it wasn’t really illegal. Obviously I don’t want my name associated with the events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever done something so deliciously, saucy,
It was a very long day and evening at the office, must have been midnight when I got to the parking garage in the basement. My Ferrari was parked in its normal place, taking two spots as usual and all I could think of was getting home and hitting the sack. The garage is very