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He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly
wended its way down his cheek, as he began to pack her things.
The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He
remembered how happy she was, how she felt in his arms as they
danced around the room. The material was soft, clingy, sensual;…
“Oy um a fock’n butch!”
Kristen looked at Patty and me, wide eyed. “So that’s
what I looked like!”
We were in Kristen’s “play room” over the garage. Patty
was mostly naked, and was holding my penis in my mouth while
trying to say “I’m a fucking bitch.”
For some reason, Patty kept on fantasizing on my
humiliation of Kristen, …
My father woke me up early the next morning, before anyone else in the
house was awake. I dressed quietly, trying not to wake Dana, and we
left in his Cadillac, heading to a local diner for breakfast. My
father looked tired, his eyes bloodshot behind his dark sunglasses.
“Are you okay, Daddy?” I asked him.
“Fucking hung over,” he …
Read More →It had been a good take this year; the little vampire tossed the
crumbled blanket aside and emptied the overstuffed plastic grocery bag
onto his bed. A cascade of tiny colors and shapes, with browns and
oranges speckled throughout.
Separating the booty into piles, he rasped a violent cough and wiped
his nose along a patch of forearm exposed through …
Steve called me today to let me know that he had been called out
of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be able to make our
regular Wednesday Night poker game. He was sorry about the
situation but assured me that we could still have the game at his
house since he had the poker table and chips. He …
Suddenly middle aged men were as frisky as teenagers and their women,
whilst initially secretly pleased soon became exhausted through the
renewed attentions thrust upon, and indeed into them. And so they
started complaining.
However you can’t shove the genie back in the bottle and, like nuclear
weapons, it couldn’t be uninvented.
So the drug companies worked on a version …
Read More →I was in the small toilet block in the university Art’s Faculty’s upper
story where I had cleaned up, but was still naked under my coat. I was left
flushed by Abby and Jess, horny and panting for more. The office and other
staff had gone for the night and the few academic staff that might use this
block would …
Lina is sitting in her hospital bed. She is munching through her
dinner. She looks much better than yesterday, even though her
face is still swollen and she is pale.
We are alone; Ana is out in the gardens with her father. I guess
they have a lot to talk about. A good man, that Mustafa. He is
showing compassion …
I went home Monday night. Had a nice talk with my parents. They’re all for
The Program, as I explained, but they’re worried about me more than they let
on. They let me talk out some of the things that happened. It was good.
And then I went upstairs and jerked off, and I think it took all of seven…
Read More →I was out for a hot Saturday afternoon run in July when I saw her. She was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still fine, just like it was back when we …
Read More → Mary was in a fine spirit when she came home, shortly before nine. She
kissed me in that special way she had done lately: 6 or 7 fast little
kisses on my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then a long, soft erotic kiss on my
lips.
“Hello, dear. Had a nice dinner?”
“Oh, yes. I loved showing off my Alfa Romeo. …
Read More →Miss Stanton was a High School English teacher; she had shoulder length
reddish brown curls and a face like a movie star. Her body was every
schoolboy’s dream and she wore button front dresses in bright colorful
patterns that clung to her breasts and tiny waist then flared out into a
full skirt that hung to her delicate looking knees.…
When I wrote “Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me”, it was a personal
experiment writing a story as dialog only. I didn’t get much feedback but
three out of the four letters asked for a sequel to the story. This was
never my intention but when I read the story again, I realised that the
story and characters held promises …
Erica Allston puttered in her kitchen, whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, happily humming along to the tunes of ’60s music coming from her radio. Music from her era.
Erica was 65, a stunning beauty for a self-proclaimed “old woman,” she would joke, tall and lean and fit, with shimmery silvery blonde hair, wispy and brushing her slender …
Read More →I was on my period, the first day when I saw Roxanne. She was older
than my 20 years, old enough to be my mother perhaps? But truthfully
that doesn’t really matter. I find older women much more attractive
than girls my own age and Roxanne was certainly no exception.
We were in the locker room of a small health …
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