I arrived home, walking oddly due to the unusual weight in my briefs. My wife met me at the door, frowning. “You’ve been playing again, haven’t you? Let’s see it this time,” she commanded. I moved from the exposed doorway to our living room and took my accustomed place against the display wall. As she
The sun was just beginning to dip beneath the horizon of the far side of Lake Lanier as Tony Durand drove slowly down their steep driveway and into the garage. The commute out from Atlanta was a bitch, but being able to enjoy the beauty and privacy of their secluded lakeside home made it all
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
She knew this was madness. She was putting her reputation at risk, everything she had worked so hard for could be lost; her job, her respect, her standing in the community. And for what? A quick fuck? She didn’t need to do this. If she wanted sex she could pay for it, or pick up
You get to the party at 9:45 PM, and started mingling, looking for friends or someone you knew. Since it was one of your coworkers house, your found a couple of buddies near the pool table where I was. You saw me, and remembered you had seen me before. You saw me on the New
At first it was annoying. I’d answer the phone and the men were always surprised to hear a male voice. Then they’d leave messages for her as if I were only her roommate, or a brother, or a butler, someone who didn’t matter, maybe an accustomed cuckold or neutered eunuch. Their tone was always condescending
“Just try it, I think you’ll really like it!” Trish was telling me. We were in somewhat of a sexual rut, and this was the result of it. We hadn’t had sex for three weeks at this point. It’s not that I didn’t want her. Trish was far more beautiful than I had deserved. We
I checked the time on my phone. It read “3:56” just as my computer made that shutdown noise. Perfect. I’d worked through lunch just to achieve this. I pulled on my jacket, keeping the phone in one hand and texted while one of my fellow escapees pressed the down button. “You home?” I sent, my
“Very tempting, give me some more details,” he whispered as he watched me giving his oil smeared erection a slow hand job. “Do you have someone in mind? Someone we know? Someone you want to share?” I met my current man at a cocktail party. Instant chemistry, me in my early forties, he in his
I was in a car accident a year back. I’m happily married with a 2 year old baby mister. I’I’m 29 years old and as a result of my accident have been bound to a wheel chair for the past year or so. Not only did the accident put me in a wheel chair, but
My wife and I were going to meet some friends at a bar and then go to dinner. Sue was dressed to kill in a short black dress that was cut low enough to feature her small breasts in a very sexy way. As we sat at a table near the bar waiting for our
Andrea Harris sat and stroked the big black cock as she watched another black man thrash her husband’s ass with a cane. There were welts all across his bare ass cheeks as Andrea let go of the cock and walked up to him, she pulled the duct tape from his mouth, “You won’t embarrass me
Etiene is being punished today and I decided to write his journal this time around. First, I’d like to thank all the handsome men who wrote in reply to my Craigslist posting. There some very hot possibilities but, alas, though I enjoy variety as much as the next girl, so far we have only invited
I’d been working there for a year or so when Carol was hired. The company was growing fast and she, and earlier I, were among a number of new web developers we brought on. I was more into the coding side of the job and she was an accomplished graphic artist though we both shared
Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to spontaneously develop. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo’s for coffee, and before you knew it, twenty or thirty