What a Day That Was

Wow. What a weekend! This was the weekend that England won the Rugby World Cup and I think everyone had a great time watching it, (with a fair bit of nail biting) and then a fantastic party afterwards. Rugby is not a game I watch a lot, but ever since the England team started playing in this tournament, I’ve been hooked and I’ve watched all of the UK games.

Of course the matches were played in Australia and so the final was televised live here at about 9 in the morning.

We had intended to lay in bed and watch it, but on Friday, a friend of John’s rang up and invited us to go the local Rugby Club to watch it on their big screen and John accepted for both of us. Read the rest of this entry »

The Christmas Party

June Olsen looked at the pile of credit applications on her desk and smiled. Her fellow employees usually grumbled about the amount of paperwork that went with their jobs, but for her it was a welcome sight. Maybe, she would one day have the same attitude, but for now the 22 year old saw the work as a sign that she could handle the job for which she had been hired. Just out of college, the voluptuous redhead had landed a job in the credit department of the Bank of Los Angeles, and was still excited over her sense of pride. It made four years of marriage to a husband she adored, and a two year old son worth all the effort. Read the rest of this entry »

Adventures In Sitting

Marcy Jones had to be the most gullible woman in the United States, Heady thought to herself. Where to begin though? Marcy was flying to Chicago to visit her sister. Mistake number one; never leave a lying husband to his own devices. But then again Marcy didn’t know Scott was a liar, mistake number two. It was funny that Marcy was more fearful of her teenage son engaging in underage drinking than she was of Scott’s faithfulness. She trusted Scott more than her son, mistake number three. So much so that she believed her husband when he suggested they have Heady spend the week at their house to keep an eye on Leon. Why hire a sitter when dad would be in town, well, because Dad would be working late. Heady supposed Scott would be working late, working late on bringing her to orgasm. Stupid, trusting, Marcy. Heady smiled to herself, a weeks stay in the big Jones house, under the pretense of sitting, when her evenings would be spent sitting on Scott Jones’ face. Read the rest of this entry »

The Lost City of Lust

If I were forced to describe the Khmer women of Angkor in a word, it would be quite simply, goddesses. Their skin, although dark from the sun, is honey warm and silken as if glazed in a potters kiln. They wore their hair long, woven together and back, allowing their neckline, curved slightly like a coconut palm, to accentuate their angular jaws and delicate features.

They are also curvier than women of other races I’ve encountered, with fuller breasts and wider hips, but amazingly, uncompromised by a somewhat disproportionately taught waistline. The effect is astonishing, and I’d question any other outsider who did not meet one of them without finding a persistent ache in their loins, and an almost bitter ache in their hearts. Read the rest of this entry »

The Honey Pot

The sound of a car on the gravel made the dogs bark, and he looked out from his studio window to see the battered old car slow to a halt at the back of his house.

She got out of the car jauntily, and taking off her jacket threw it onto the front seat and slammed the door shut.

She knew he was watching her, stood there, watching her every move.

Watching the way she walked on her toes, the exaggerated swing of her hips, the toss of her head, shaking her long hair from side to side as she walked towards the back door of the house. All this was for his benefit. Her small face was held high with a knowing smile on it. And then that quick glance in the direction of the studio window and with a slight acknowledging nod of her head, she was gone. Read the rest of this entry »

The Firehouse Fundraiser

“To the guys at the firehouse, this is as close as you’re gonna get to this idea. Be happy.”

“We need a really good fund-raiser if we want to keep this firehouse operating,” said the Chief. The guys were all sitting in their monthly fire company meeting listening to the Chief’s budget report from the City. If they wanted any kind of equipment or gear this year, they were going to have to get it themselves.

Patrick thought about it for a few minutes and raised his hand. The President of the fire company recognized him and gave him the floor. Patrick stood up to speak. Read the rest of this entry »

S(S)OL: Interlude the Second

Molly tiptoed out of the beach house shortly after dawn. She watched the sun come up over the house and reflected on the events of the previous evening.

She had been in a full-blown orgy with Gina, Aaron, and Jim – her first experience with more than one lover at a time, and Gina had been her first female lover – up until they all passed out from exhaustion. Molly could only sleep for an hour or so, however, because she was still super-charged with carnal lust. She thought about what the next two days might bring and was so lost in fantasy that she didn”t hear Gina come out onto the deck. Read the rest of this entry »

No, She Said

“No!” she said. “No fucking way. No! No! No! Is there any part of that you don’t understand?”

She didn’t leave me with many options. I had just asked my wife of fourteen years if she’d be willing to fulfill a fantasy of mine of seeing her with another man. I knew her well enough to know that this would probably be her first reaction but still her vehemence startled me. I could tell that she was upset and very hurt.

“How could you want such a thing? Why? To see some strange man use me. No. No… fucking… way!” Her eyes glistened with tears. Read the rest of this entry »

The Meeting

As pre-arranged, we arrive at the club for the meeting. There is an energy, a mild but continuing electrocution as holding hands, we thread through the crowd. Identifying them from across the room, attraction building in levels as we near. Her cocktail dress is too short, causing worry and following eyes from all around, undoubtedly hoping that part of her ass might be briefly bared.

As we congenially greet, she and my woman breaking into an oooing and ahhing discourse of how beautifully the other is, my eyes follow down her curves to her shaved pubis that is visible, upholding the clingy wisps of her rayon dress. Read the rest of this entry »

Memoirs Ch. 1

The story I am about to tell is a true story that happened to me a few years back. I was going through a painful divorce at the time and wasn’t getting my share of pussy lately. In the office where I worked, there was this girl that worked in the accounts department which was quite a looker. She had long black hair, tall and thin in size but had some great looking bosoms, ample and stunning to look at. The fact that I was in operations and she was in accounts, we very rarely spoke to one another as our paths hardly crossed. Read the rest of this entry »