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 …
Read More →I almost slipped on the bottom rung of the ladder climbing off the
roof. It had taken me almost two hours in the sweltering summer sun to
get the new satelite dish properly secured and aligned. Why this
customer needed to have the POS system installed today was beyond me,
the store wasn’t even scheduled to open for another three …
John Bell coughed and glanced nervously at the banker and railroad man, who
were both blowing big billowing clouds of cigar smoke as they sat in the
hallway outside the master bedroom, waiting their turn with Rachel. Harris had
been in there a long time. John hadn’t even bothered to glance at his pocket
watch. Ever since that moment of …
“Tell them that I am looking for a wife with
traditional values.”
I am talking to your father and mother. You are a
beautiful young girl. I have no idea how old you
are. You look very young, but your parents
consider you marriageable.
“They don’t trust Americans. They were hoping for
a husband who wasn’t a foreigner.”
“I have …
Read More →Dr Zeta Hallsmith was a relatively ordinary looking woman; her dark hair
seemed permanently pulled back harshly and knotted at the nape of her neck
and she wore thick-rimmed glasses that accentuated her pointed face and thin
lips. She had never had the inclination for the finer comforts of other
women; her life was her work, which unfortunately left little …
I couldn’t believe what was happening! I was watching another man fuck
my wife, and it was turning me on!
Alison was kneeling on the rug in front of the fire with her naked ass
in the air, supporting herself on her elbows as Andy screwed her doggy
fashion. Her tits where swinging wildly as he rammed into her, each …
The IQ thing is no boast, really. I have a few dozen patents under either
my name or those of cooperatives that I head. They are certainly lucrative,
but most are for industrial processes that wouldn’t interest you. You likely
haven’t heard of me. I spend the necessary small effort to stay out of
spotlights.
I have an adequte sense …