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Cameron and Manny

Prologue Cameron and I were married for fifteen years. No children, bills paid, house nearly owned. She's thirty-eight and I'm forty now. She's still a tawny haired beauty with B-cup boobs and the plumpest ass ever to have graced the backside of a 110 pound five-foot four-inch female woman! Her olive complexion is to die for and she smells like something descended from Mt. Olympus. Our sex life was terrific through most of those years. Was, being the operative word. She eventually filed...

Gift For My Master

The night we met was crisp and chilly, brightly lit by the stars, moon, and our computers' screens. I began the night a bit bored, and the flickering blue light of cyberspace spilling into my bedroom reminded me that I was also lonely. I found myself perusing a romance chat room, and became quickly bored with all the desperate requests for my age, sex, location, and bra size. I gave up on chat, and decided to look for a fresh fantasy in someone else's stories. After panting through a few...

Pilgrim Thanksgiving

It was nearly the end of the first year that they had landed in the new world. The first winter in the had been terrible but they had survived it and the first year's crops had come in. The days were now growing shorter and the air was crisp. But life and one's worked must go on; that is why Elizabeth was out so early. She took the wheelbarrow and started to the field. Her father and brothers had been up nearly four hours after sundown drinking the new batch of apple cyder. This Sunday they...

Riley and Wilfred Burton

Riley and Wilfred Burton, that's us. We married upon graduation from college; we were only twenty-two, but we were madly in love. Aged 37, now, the both of us. We met nineteen years gone when she'd come to William S. Goddard High as a transfer in her, our, senior year. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, and I decided I had to have her at any cost. That tab, the price of falling in love with her, would be a long time coming due, but, when it did; it would prove to be more than I was...

How to Make a Lady

I love my wife, but she certainly has been trying my patience recently. Maybe it's just because I'm not old fashioned enough, but I don't accept that stuff about "wifely duties". The way I look at it is that if you have sex with a woman who doesn't want to have sex with you, that's rape. Even if that woman happens to be your wife. So if my honey says "no", I back off. Besides, I'm not sure I could even make it with someone who was just lying there passively. Nothing turns me on more...

Voyeur Abroad

Part experience, part imagination, a lot of observation and a lot of viewing of voyeur videos. All expressing in my word, my particular likings “That”s more my style Peppe,” I chortled, nodding with my eyes, across the glitzy foyer of the Hotel Mercure Golf Cap D “Agde. “But Meester D – a granny?” he quizzed with eyes wide, looking up from the newspaper we had been lustily sharing at his desk. “Yes but grannies have a lot of experience, much better than those little beauties, and she oozes...

Shoplifter

Mona Brewton Mona Brewton touched the low neckline of her bejeweled blouse. Her hands trembled so intensely that she could hardly grasp the tiny top button. She was about to undress before a group of total strangers. She glanced quickly down at the people seated around her hoping that they somehow might be ignoring her. Instead, eyes of lust and lasciviousness stared back at her. She was mortified. Her mind and her emotions were on high alert as she tried desperately to comprehend all that...

Rondevous Gone Wrong

Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging. She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty...

The Peddler s Daughter

Madison cursed to herself softly. She hated the walk from the parking lot to the shop. It was a short walk, but she had to go past a number of trash containers full of spoiling watermelons, cantaloupe and grapes. The Vietnamese who had a shop nearby made things unpleasant for the rest of them. On the other hand, a lot of people who came for the cheap vegetables and fruit invariably stopped out of curiosity to visit her store as well. The City Market had been good to her, her parents and her...

A Marriage Disolved

Carol was dressed to the nines in an Oleg Cassini designer dress that cost almost $14,000 and was dipped low enough to expose the tops of her creamy breasts, not too far down but far enough to attract the eyes of most of the men at the party. The women ... if they weren't ogling her dress had their eyes drawn to the single string of pearls that hung around her neck and at $7,500 they were worth a look. Carol was a beautiful woman even now at the age of thirty seven and she still had the...

Rentin a Wifey

Mandy Mae was your typical rural hill country housewife during the week. Corralling, dressing, feeding, and generally keeping up with a passel of kids. Some of them were from her womb and some came along with her husband. She thought he’d sired the latest who would be three years old soon. Her others had various seed sources. Weekends were a different story. Her husband was too handicapped to work but with some accommodations he managed to screw just fine. That was good because his little...

Out of Control

The following conversation is taking place at the kitchen table in the home of Haley and Homer Higgins. “Damn you Homer, you can’t have it both ways. Six months ago you sat right in that very chair and told Susie and Sam Simpelwell and ME that their proposal was the perfect solution to OUR little problem. Isn’t that what you said Homer? Isn’t it?” “Well yes, but.” “But nothing you urged me to go along with what they wanted. Didn’t you?” “Yes, only.” “Only my ass. And what did I tell you...

What s a Co wife

“Dan, this is Mariella. Call her ‘Ella’.” Smiles and a handshake. ‘Ella’ looked to be anywhere from early twenties to late thirties, possibly Hispanic, still pretty. I was no judge of age any more. At the moment, I was wondering how ‘Ella’ was going to infect my life. Knowing my wife, I knew she wouldn’t be able to refrain from saying something. “She has come to see about the ad I placed.” I vaguely recalled Diane saying something about hiring somebody to help clean. I nodded. As I turned away...

Christy s Homecoming

I had been away at college for about eight months when I decided to pay a long-overdue visit home. It had been a very lonely time for me since leaving the comforts of my family. I had always had the love and shelter of a good family life. Growing up as the only girl in a house where five men ruled, was different, but things changed even more the night of my sixteenth birthday. That was the night that I became my family's sex toy; the night the dynamics of my family changed forever, and boy...

Sara s Invisible Friend

A work of fiction Is Sara’s imaginary friend real or has she, as she fears, gone mad. As always, the fictional (and possibly imaginary) sexual activity described is between fictional characters who are at least eighteen fictional years of age. Really, I would imagine. MONDAY, APRIL 2 Thinking back Sara had figured that she just had less of a sex drive than other girls her age. Maybe just as some girls got their breasts earlier and some got their breasts later, she would develop a...

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