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
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
Sooooooo…..Now you know what I’m into…I wanted to share my latest adventures that include a few new twists. One of them is my new fuck buddy/accomplice. Her name is Maria and she’s 52. She has long black hair, big tits, and a nice, tight, little ass! She is also a pervert…We met on Craigslist and
I was feeling too old to be a bridesmaid; it’s a job for young virgins really, not for a horny 23 yr. old. I was stuck with 2 other girls – both just kids and not the company I wanted. Our dresses were pink and uncomfortable. At some point I’d insisted on having mine 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
In the that clutch of fervor, I live inside your throat, making love with some real or imaginary man or woman. It could be a casual eye, beast, ass or lips that I track. Object doesn’t matter. Only the raunch of sweat and piss remains. It is like the ocean-flood brushing against your body making
We have been married for last four years and were a model couple around. With good apartment, a car in our possession and all the good things. We were also planning for a child in 2021 after making some savings as our apartment, accessories and car were on loan. I had a good job and
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
My girlfriend and I had made plans for the longest time to go and see Mardi Gras, but we had broken up, so a gay guy I know told me he wanted to go. Since I treated him like a sister I decided we would go, because he had told me Mardi Gras was like
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
Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and turned her face away from Coyote. And
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