The Perfect Weekend

“Hey babe! Can you guess what I’m doing?” Her velvet voice drifted through the telephone. Darin blinked. He”d not expected that kind of opening. Usually Anna chattered happily on the phone for hours, without ever coming to the point. This directness was quite unexpected from her. With a mental shrug, Darin decided to play along.

“Thinking of me?” he replied. He was rewarded with a soft laugh from the others side of the line. “I’m having a bath.” The statement was confirmed by the splashing of water in the background. “But I’m all lonely…” Read the rest of this entry »

Statistical Significance

Standing in line, I made my way to the podium where the professor was distributing last week’s statistics midterm exams. My heart was beating fast. I just hoped I passed. I held my breath as I got to the front, and the professor handed me my test. Clutching the pages tightly to my chest I made my way to the back of the lecture hall. Once I was away from the throngs of students, I took a deep breath and peeked at the sheet. My eyes welled up with tears when I saw red slashes and comments all over the page, and a big fat C- on top. I sat down in the last row for the lecture, but I could barely concentrate. How could I be so good at everything else, and so bad at statistics? Read the rest of this entry »

My Life Ch. 03

“(If you’ve been following my stories in Pt. 1 and 2, then you know I was 18 and having an affair with a married woman, Mrs. W. Bonnie. This is the 3rd installment.)”

Mrs. W Shares

For 3 weeks, 3-4 nights a week, Bonnie and I made love. She taught me so many things and allowed me to learn some things through trial and error.

I learned she was so tight, not only because her husband wasn’t very well endowed, but also because she had a tipped pelvic and all of her kids were born caesarian. Read the rest of this entry »

Mr. Bigwig Ch. 02

They would have liked to tell their children and grandchildren the story of their courtship. A long romantic courtship that made them blush in the telling. They would include all the glossy details of long dates and phone conversations and shy, stuttering declarations of love. They would paint the picture of two people meant to be and discovering it through days of togetherness and nights of dreams.

In reality, the kiss in the airport started everything. They kissed as starving people, their mouths fitting together so perfectly. As soon as the kiss began, Kari and Duncan were lost. They finally broke apart, holding each other close, knowing. They gathered his luggage and went to her car. Duncan drove, pulling Kari next to him, needing to feel her warmth. Her hand rested lightly on his thigh, but he felt it burning his flesh. He was never more aware of another being. Her breathing ignited him, her scent filled him. They drove through the night, heading to his compound, to his house, to his bed. Read the rest of this entry »

Meta-Head

“Tell me a story,” she said, rolling to her side, her back to him, so he could spoon against her. Late afternoon winter sunshine angled in through her bedroom’s bamboo blinds and that, along with the candles she habitually burned on the bedside table, gave the room a sepia tint. This is the way they usually spelled themselves and talked between fucks.

He was hoping that she wasn’t interested in a long story. It had been a week since they’d been together and had just gone at each other like animals—a fast, hard, pent-up-lust fuck, classic missionary as he hammered into her without restraint. It took just a few minutes of wild thrusting before she did that thing she did when he was on top of her—place the flat of her hand between them against this chest, which was his signal to stop and hold his erect cock still and deep inside her while she carefully ground her clit down against the base of his shaft, growing intensely quiet. At the instant she’d turned the corner, that momentary transformative interlude—the gap between the lightening flash and its attendant thunder—she’d said, “Oh, fuck me hard, baby!” at which point he’d resume pounding her, and her orgasm began its long ripple through her; she’d clutched at his ass as if she was trying to cram all of him into throbbing cunt. And he, who enjoyed watching and feeling her come as much as he enjoyed his own coming, emptied what felt like a massive load inside her, a week’s worth of hot cream. He knew he’d be ready again soon, and as usual, they only had so much time. Read the rest of this entry »

With Three You Get… Ch. 04

*Day 6*

The two women awoke to find Mark already up and gone. The boat was quiet but moving so they knew they were sailing, today’s destination was Moorea where they could dive in the afternoon and spend the evening at one of the resorts ashore, returning to the boat later in the evening. The next day the boat would return to the main island and the trip would be over. Mark and Dinah were actually staying on a few days in Moorea, as were some of the other passengers. Janet would be flying home tomorrow and the idea of leaving her new … friends? lovers? … saddened her. She lay, rubbing her hand over Dinah’s back as she contemplated the end of the trip. Dinah rolled over and faced her, “We’re gonna miss you …” she said, her voice trailing off. “Do you want to help me surprise Mark tonight? This whole week has been living a fantasy for him, both the diving and the sex, but there’s one more thing I want to do with you and him.” Read the rest of this entry »

Wicked Game Ch. 16

Kelly Jo”s hands were shaking as she pushed the envelope”s flap open and tugged the card out. “You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This is your final task; a task chosen for the three of you. Your task, task number fourteen, is to share your love and your bodies with each other. The reward will be $25,000 dollars for each of you. Proof will be not required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with each other will ensure completion. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Read the rest of this entry »

The Insatiable Wife

Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying sound of Jeremy’s alarm clock was loud enough to wake the dead, but it took Jeremy a couple minutes to rouse from his deep sleep. As he turned to shut off the alarm, Jeremy wondered why he had set the alarm to go off at 5:30 in the morning.

As he sat on the edge of the bed trying to clear his head and think straight, his semi-erect dick started poking through his boxer shorts and quickly brought back the scenes of the previous night.

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Jeremy was barely inside his front door after a long day at the office when he heard the familiar sounds of two people fucking. The woman’s moans were getting louder and louder as he walked down the hall to the living room. He entered the living room and saw two pornstars fucking like rabbits on the widescreen TV and his wife Erica on the couch her with legs spread wide and fingers furiously fucking her clit. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back as she started bucking her hips into her hands desperately trying to orgasm. Read the rest of this entry »

The Neighborhood Ch. 06

It was about one o’clock in the afternoon. I had just finished with an appointment not far from my house and decided to go on home for a late lunch and perhaps stay there the rest of the day instead of driving all the way back to the office. I parked the car in the garage and went into the house through the kitchen door.

It was amazing how quiet the house could be and this was one of those amazing moments. I was at peace and quickly relaxed in the silence as I put down my briefcase and glanced through the days’ mail. I removed my coat and tie and left the clothing over a chair in my study. I was about to turn on my computer when I thought I heard a voice cry out. Read the rest of this entry »

Paris Vacation Ch. 1

“Preface:

To bring my readers up to date, let me summarize the recent facts of my life:

At the time of this story, I had been living for over three years in a committed relationship with my partner “Sylvie”, whom you may have met in my previous stories. I was 4 months pregnant by Sylvie’s brother “Phillipe. Phillipe and his daughter had spent the week prior to our trip vacationing with us in St. Martin. Then all four of us flew to Lyon, France where the beginning of our trip included the wedding of Sylvie’s cousin. Following a week in Lyon, Phillipe flew back to Atlanta leaving his daughter to spend three weeks with her French cousins while Sylvie and I had a vacation. Read the rest of this entry »