Ay: Ekim 2023

And now . . . . . . This story follows on from “And then . . . . “, which features the first meeting of a highly sexual couple who live 5000 miles apart. Their respective partners are aware of the attraction, and have encouraged them to meet. The second chapter “And next” followed …

I look at you lying on the floor, clad only in your underwear and the blindfold covering your eyes; I can hardly believe that you are here. For three years I have only dreamed of having you in front of me to do with as I wish…three long years of longing and exchange of words …

September 2001 I met Amy by accident. I wasn’t looking to hook up with anyone. For the past six months my sex life had consisted of nothing but fantasy, orgasm denial and getting a handjob from my ex, usually on Wednesday evenings, into a receptacle-end Trojan. I ran into Amy at an outdoor farmer’s market …

It was a hot summer day in Arkansas, so when Bill invited me to his cabin on the lake, I said sure, why not. When we pulled up in his car, two of his friends were already there, splashing in the brown water trying to cool down. We took turns changing in the one room …

Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. I know from previous comments many readers have enjoyed that very aspect of it. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others — especially on this site – have caught me by surprise …

I find these hard to categorise because as it is about an original story maybe it should be elsewhere but I’m sure those that like it will find it, I hope. Thanks must go to ‘Jill’ once again for all her support and encouragement. Without whose help this story would have gone inside. Thanks again …

Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman’s secret place. In spite of my forty or so years making my living satisfying unfulfilled rich ladies (a career that I will reveal to you in due course), that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever. …

I must admit, the lady surprised me. Dorothy was one of those hard nuts — lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was thirty, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for …

This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it. ……………………………… Television can evoke strong memories, but in this case, it actually got me a whole lot more. Several years ago, I was sharing a house with Jane while I worked at the local shopping center. I was not long out of school and had …

My mother was born in Spain and my dad Canadian with a British heritage. They met at university and my mom introduced him to her and her family’s naturist lifestyle. My mom was firm that her husband-to-be had to embrace naturism and that they would raise their children in that lifestyle. Initially, Dad was not …