"Becoming addicted to the bi-couple."
I was close to red-lining and if I didn’t fill Jean’s mouth with my hot jizz soon, I was going to blow a fuse. Jean was sucking my cock head and fist-pumping my shaft to beat the band, I was...
"Meeting my first bisexual couple at the ABS."
For a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, my surf and turf was prettier darn good. The ribeye was tender and just the way I prefer: medium rare and coated with coarsely ground black pepper. The half dozen shrimp were jumbo, deep fried in...
"Tempted by a waitress."
I’d gotten into a kind of rut: hitting the ABS on Fridays with the same old result. I’d buy five bucks of tokens, head back to the arcade and some sex-starved guy would suck my boner and balls through a...
"The ABS clerk pleasantly surprises me."
I fell back into the routine of visiting my local adult bookstore each Friday. Despite jerking off in the shower Saturday through Wednesday, I still had that unsettling full sensation in my privates come Friday. The reader might logically ask...
"“I tried to get it it out of my system, but failed.”"
We enjoyed a nice, albeit late dinner and a bottle of wine. After watching only two sitcoms, Donna announced she was tired and was going to bed. She gave me my second cheek peck of the day and headed back...
"I felt used."
I didn’t slam the hotel room door. Heck, I didn’t even say goodbye. Instead, I had eased out of the suite with my head down like a chastised dog. I now stood waiting for the elevator, wondering just what had...
"True story about my first experience."
First, a little background. I was forty-five, married for twenty years, and increasingly frustrated from a sexual point of view. My great-looking wife progressively throttled back sex to the point it was mainly a chore on our anniversary, birthdays or...