"A night out for the couple."
The Peacock is just starting to jump. Tim realizes that his pub-crawling time always is early evening. From seven until perhaps ten at the latest. And if a Saturday game is on, the drinking is an afternoon sport while watching. ...
"The next time with my wife's new lover."
Steve's thrusts became more urgent, and he became more vocal. "Oh God, I'm going to cum… Oh… Oh… I’m coming!"Heather quickened her pace and rubbed her clit, I stroked furiously, accidentally taking a step into our bedroom. Steve moaned out,...
"Old folks and sex do mix well together."
The woman turned off the light in the Master bathroom, casting the bedroom in semi-darkness. The only light came from the nightlight in the base of the lamp on her side of the queen-sized bed and the moonlight flooding through...
"Abbie takes Tim on a shopping spree"
Friday morning, Tim wakes up remembering last night, the smell, the feel, the taste, of Abbie. He enjoyed sucking and playing with Abbie’s ‘big clit’ and plans to experience it again very soon. Sooner than expected even.Smiling to himself, he...
"does she trust him?"
“Trust me?”“ yes”“Keep them closed, and don’t move.”The door opens, then closes.I lay here just as he positioned me, eyes closed, naked, arms out to my side, legs slightly parted.“Miss me?” he asks.“yes!”I hear him shuffling about, the sting of...
"Four of us masturbate, then we get together."
I’d just come into my bedroom and my son, Toby, was on my laptop. Again. I glanced at the screen and asked, “You’re masturbating to a cartoon?”He paused for a second. “It’s not a cartoon, mom, it’s an animated video.”...
"Somehow we must find the time for making love"
Call me Elspeth.I want to be clear. I am not cheating on Richard. It's just that I finally have come to terms with what I am. Who I am and what I will become. I am special.I knew they were weird feelings. I thought it seemed odd...
"Young man finds language difficulties in a relationship"
Mike’s final forceful thrust sent Fleurette’s squeal of orgasmic rapture soaring into the Parisian night.Mike, fingers skimming warm breasts, eased her weight off him. Despite his basic French, she had to know. “C’est fini,” he growled.“Mais pourquoi?”Mike sighed. Wildly demanding...
"I just wanted to watch the game..."
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her. It didn’t really need to be pointed out that Johnny, her husband, had only left the room for beer, chips and dips, but I still felt the need to state the painfully...
"In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas corpora. - Ovid"
Ich komme, ich komme, grünende Brüder…“I am coming, I am coming,” I sing, as my soft arms extend heavenwards – curling, flexing, fashioning out of my imagination leaves, vines, boughs of ash and laurel – as I embrace the gift...