I married Tania, just after her twenty-fifth birthday. Less than half my age, she was up until then, a would be actress. She had starred in many Oscar winning performances, on every known casting couch. The body was a fantastic – 38 24 36 – but on a scale from one to ten her talent
My wife is one of the most beautiful, sensual women in the world. We have been happily married for almost 10 years now and have 2 beautiful girls. She is a stay-at-home Mom. She has been so indulgent, enduring my femdom and cuckold fantasies for some time. While she and I have had some wonderful
“Who’s there?” Nancy cried out. There, was no response but she was a shadow move. Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with Uncle Cliff. “Hello, Nancy;” he laughed. “Expecting somebody else? Berry, perhaps?” She reached for the blanket in an effort to cover her naked body, but her uncle
Diana, my wife of five years, is beautiful and smart. She is working on her doctorate thesis in Philosophy with an anticipated presentation date six months out. Diana is as I said, beautiful, 5 foot 8 inches, maybe 120 pounds dripping wet, 28, brown/blond hair, perky little breasts, long and lean, with a cute little
Heat, June, New Orleans. The words go together like beans and rice. In order to beat the heat and humidity, my wife and I often drop the boat in Lake Pontchartrain and go for a cruise. Let me tell you about Annette. She is a Pisces through and through. If it involves the water, it’s
John and DeeDee were the average couple of their times. Both had been raised in a white Christian environment and throughout their lives were taught that black people were not as good as they were. Times change though, whether you want them to or not. Both are now in their early 60’s, having been married
During sex we often enjoy telling each other little sex stories centered on each of our fantasies. Over the years we have both gotten pretty good at spinning a web of excitement for each other. It really has enhanced our sex life a great deal. In fact, as it turned out, much more than I
Dear Alexis, Oh, no. You don’t get to drop that one on me. You and Shon thunk it up – you and Shon take care of it. I’m not writing a story that associates sex with smoking. Besides, it hits too close too home. Did I tell you that PJ and I were both smokers?
Tokyo was every bit as exotic and exciting as Stacey thought it would be. It was the 19-year old blonde American’s first trip anywhere, let alone to another country, and she was thrilled with every new shop. Every neon light that flashed words that she didn’t understand, it all seemed like a movie to her.
I’ve had the hots for my first cousin Jacqueline for a fair number of years now, at least since junior high school when I was a horny bastard and had the hots for anything female that was halfway cute. Being the average horny female, she felt pretty much the same way about things male, but
This couldn’t be more cool. A sunny day driving around with her older cousin Todd in his excellent convertible. She might have just turned eighteen, but she felt so grown up. Todd was almost twenty two. That was older than anyone she knew. Pam brushed her hair out of her face. She liked the way
The workday went slowly, to say the least. Fortunately, a couple of meetings helped pass the day. I took an early train home, looking for Josie or, for that matter Tom, as I got on the train. The ride seemed a lot longer than usual, although it was the same as ever. When I got
I saw the two of them on the early commuter train every morning for two years. They were both good looking. A young yuppie couple working professional jobs in different buildings in the Loop. It was she that I noticed most, of course, me being male and she being very, very female. It was hard
Here it is, 2549.76, and they still haven’t prevented the common cold. I’d been sneezing non-stop for hours. It wouldn’t be so bad but at every sneeze MIHA, or Mia as I disaffectionately call it, would demand a ‘check’ of my carbon based life-form unit. Machine Intelligence Health Assessor. BULLSHIT! I think that the person
Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four- bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted