I first met Shelby three years ago at a nightclub. She was with a girlfriend that I knew from high school and they had been club hopping. I got an introduction courtesy of my high school acquaintance and fell head over heals for her the moment she opened her mouth to speak. I don’t know
Sometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We just do it without thinking. My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such a magazine called the “All American Family”, the four of us could well be on the cover.
Susan Ann Clancy sat quietly in her six year old Ford Escort in the parking lot for Krazy Kate’s Video Store. For the third time in the last half-hour, the forty-six year old high school history Teacher checked her watch. Then the short haired redhead looked out the window to the small sign on the
One Sunday afternoon my wife got carried away or should I say lead astray. My wife is about 5’8″, very dark straight shoulder length hair. Nicely shaped B size breasts with half dollar sized red aureoles, well proportioned slender but soft build. Her complexion is a reflection of her Pacific Island heritage. My friend invited
In my last story I recounted how, during a visit with my husband to Birmingham’s seedier quarters in search of some adventurous sex, I was propositioned by an Asian man who assumed I was a prostitute. Going along with his understandable misinterpretation of events (he had watched me give my husband a blow job in
My name is Chuck and my wife’s name is Eliza. We married early in life and our kids have just moved away. I have a good job that supports us while my wife looks after the home. We are a social couple and our friends often visit us. Now that Eliza has more time on
My wife Niki and I have been married now for seven years. We were in our late twenties, five years married and still much in love, well at least I thought so. I’m an assistant manager in an old people’s home, there is no need for Niki to work, she has a monthly income from
It started innocently enough. I shouldn’t even be telling you this. I shouldn’t judge. I can’t not after how all this ended. There is a parallel to everything. This isn’t in this instance a conversation of right and wrong. It’s just what happened. It was not the story I expected to hear when I asked
We are in our late thirties and enjoy life to the full. We especially love hearing about husbands watching their wives being screwed by other men. My husband found it a real turn-on and often talked about seeing me with another man, although I wasn’t sure that he’d find it so exciting if it really
I walked along the side of the carpark, occasionally stumbling on the cracked paving. Like I was paying any attention to where the fuck I was going. Honestly, these seaside holidays were fucking boring as hell, and it was getting worse every year. I’m 19, I’ve reached that stage where I’m just growing apart from
Arwen’s eyes sagged as she listened dully to the ranting between her husband, King Aragorn and his ‘guest’, GrimLord Torl Bain. For once the bellowing between her Lord Aragorn and the visiting barbarian king took the eyes of Bain’s troop off her. With a dismissive shake of her head she listened as they howled back
Susan, my gorgeous spouse of 32 years, positions herself on the side of the bed. She has stacked up some pillows behind her, causing her to be slightly reclined in a semi-squatting position. She has opened the mirrored door beside the bed, affording her an unobstructed view of the upcoming events. She has opened the
Chris was growing quickly for his age. His life was full of the typical teenage adventures and problems, a body that was flooded with hormones causing most of them. The alarm had rung some time ago and his stepmom had yelled for him to get moving twice. He stretched and rolled out of bed, the
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
When Nathan Warner woke up the next day, there were little men with booster rockets aimed at each other across the broad span of his brain. They were firing them one by one. His mouth tasted like an Alabama election, it stank. His body was bruised slightly and his skin was stinging, as if he