She moaned softly as my index finger slid up her slick wetness.I never imagined I’d ever touch my mother like this.She moaned louder and gently shuddered.‘Thank you, darling,’ she whispered, ‘that was wonderful. It’s been so long. Please stay with...
Oh dear god!Her nipples fill my mind.Incredible how they changeTheir colour, shape and firmness,As they hear my voice,And feel my touch,Whether it’s my fingers, lips or teeth.How many times Have I splashed them with my seed.My wants driven,To make her the...
The Other Woman
"Stepping out of the shadows, she claims her author..."
His words captivated and seduced. They always did. Vibrant descriptions that effortlessly painted sensual pictures before your eyes. Feeling as real as your hand, that lightly floats through the field of poppies that lay before.You always imagined her. The woman at the centre of his...
With The Vacuum(s)
"Jerking off with the Vacuum"
This story is about masturbating with several types of vacuums. People say this can be dangerous. I guess I’ve been lucky. I’m a male about fifty-seven years old. I work an opposite shift than my wife; she works days, I...
The Lawn Boy Gets A Lesson
"The Lawn gets a dip in the pool then gets to dip something else."
Her name is Shirley. She's on the far side of forty, married to a man who is a good provider but never home, always working. Their once robust sex life has now dwindled down to a plain and boring, and...
A Hot-blooded Interlude
"Make-up sex in the heat of battle!"
We quarreled, a silly war of words. You ran out. I followed you across the meadow, your youthful and shapely body, silhouetted against a blood red moon. I caught you in a field of poppies.There were rows and rows of...
The Boy at the Concert
"Short and sweet story about two boys that meet at a concert"
My college roommates managed to drag me away from studying finals to see a band playing in the city. I wasn’t enthused as the only breaks I took during studying were spent eating, using the bathroom, or masturbating, all of...
In the Garden
"Garden playtime."
My God, he's strong. That thought was always a turn on for me. Following me into the garden, he nuzzled my neck, knowing I couldn't resist. But, for a moment, I did, long enough to make him force my knees into the soft...
Cumming Together, Parting As Strangers
"It's not a long poem. Read it."
Dim club, bass throb.Cross-room brown eyes.A curious second glance.Smile, inviting. She swaysSexy and waiting.Two drinks and aNervous approach.Small conversationDrowned in decibelsSweating glass, ice clinkLips parted, long throat swallow.Body scan appreciating curves,Tight dress, trouser grind.Hands slide the contoursGrowing arousal, eyes lock,Lip...
