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Both the wife and me knew the inevitable was going to
happen. The mother in laws had been fighting for weeks
now every time they saw each other. The arguments were
getting worse and worse so one day in joking I
suggested that they undressed and fight it out. The
loser could be the other’s slave for a month.
Both …
Read More →Not too long ago we were driving back after a visit with
some friends a few hour’s drive away. As usual, to break
up the monotony of driving, I was enjoying playing with
my wife Sam’s body while. She’s gotten quite used to
being partially nude while driving, but is reluctant to
enter into too much flashing to other drivers …
Seven P. M. on a Thursday evening, a weary Betty sat on the bus heading back to her new flat. She didn’t hate it, but when she thought were she had come from it left her quite depressed. Betty was almost 62 and after a late marriage at 49, she’d been left divorced almost penniless and pretty broken four months …
Read More →The doorbell rings. You open it to find little Angela
standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. She is surprised
to see Tammy’s Daddy answer the door. She was expecting
Tammy.
“Come on in Angela.”
She enters, looking shy and uncomfortable. There are no males
at home in her household and You are most definitely male.
And big.
“Can Tammy …
Read More →Friday. All I could manage was a quick goodbye to daddy for fear my
tension would betray me. I drove only a few miles to the local
shopping mall and waited in the parking lot for 20 minutes. I stared
at the digital clock on the dash the whole time. Each change of the
glowing minute digit brought a new …
I looked at Patty out of the corner of my eye. I was afraid
I might show my true thoughts if I looked her directly in
the eyes. She was just sitting there waiting for me to
respond.
We were at a party at Gerald Wilcox house. Gerald is a young
single guy that’s new to town. He works at …
For years I worked as a geriatrics nurse, specializing in
relaxation techniques. I had a wonderful and prestigious job at a
very posh facility, with patients mostly aged 70-80, (still well
enough to care about life.)
Mr. Peterson was a dear old fellow about 72 years old, who
enjoyed my company and conversation. He liked to hear about my
life, …
The doctor was leaning over the patient. A white male, age forty-six,
six-three in height, and two-forty in weight. And the proud owner of
thirty-seven stitches along the scalp line on the upper left side of
his head.
As he cut the last bit of thread, he said to his patient, “The
officers will want to talk to you in …
My fingers told them of my urgency and they responded in the ways I
knew spoke of their own need.
He, in his usual, direct, ‘I want you NOW’, fashion speared his nose
into my crotch and started licking and probing. He wanted one thing,
for me to roll over onto my knees and present myself for him.
She, on …
Read More →Amelia’s husband smiled, he wanted her back badly. If she could excite him
like that maybe she was worth hanging on to. After all, he could make a lot
of money out of her, he reasoned. “I’ll never treat you badly again, I
promise you that.” He took a deep breath before asking her, “Are you ready
to return home …
Generally speaking, Danny was a dumbshit. I guess it wasn’t really his
fault, but damn, he sure could be dense. I guess it was mostly a function
of his age and lack of worldly experience, after all, he was only
seventeen, and had lived his entire life thusfar in a small, backwards,
redneck town. Sometimes the shit he pulled was …
I was flipping through the alternative paper, and I ran across a
coupon for a new place had opened in town, the “VIP Lounge”. No cover
charge and only $21 an hour before 10pm. I had heard something of
these places on the net but I was interested to see how they worked in
practice. It was that rarity in …
Recovering from my accident took a long time. It was
frustrating because I’ve always made a point of
keeping fit and here I was barely able to move. I
spent many hours with the physiotherapist. She seemed
to take an almost sadistic pleasure in making me find
the re-use of my body. But eventually my sessions with
her were over. …
She was sitting in the sand, looking out toward the end of the jetty. The
waves were huge, frothing up as they swept down the breakwater. The beach was
crowded with people, busy walking and running up and down the beach and it was
only five-thirty. She had just finished her three laps of the beach and was
perspiring freely. …
I knew that there was something on Shayla’s mind when we went out to
dinner that weekend. Two glasses of wine later, she began to tell me
what she had been thinking about. I knew that she had been backing
off from her dominance in our relationship, and she admitted it when I
pressed her to talk.
“I know it’s …
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