The week had come and gone in a blur. I couldn't get Mira out of my head: her supple skin, those soft lips, that red hair. Truth be told, I didn't really care about Rob anymore. I'd already decided that if Mira came calling, I'd be there. The problem was, the thoughts consumed me. Even the guys on site noticed. More than once I got caught staring into nothing, practically drooling, replaying that night. "Pendejo, too much...

She sees the hammer fall. It smashes through her skull, like a sharp finger piercing wet tissue paper. The cracking noise resonates through her bones. Thoughts fly through the air like shards from an explosion, escaping her mind in a dash to oblivion. In the darkness a voice calls her name. “Mrs. Peters, are you okay? Can you hear me?” Forcing herself through a fug and into consciousness, Alice Peters opens her eyes. Diso...

After strolling through the park trail, Gary and I finally reached the parking lot. I st:rolled toward my car and Gary followed. There were three cars in the lot: his, mine and someone not present. "You are a wonderful fuck," he said. "I can't wait to see you again." "I enjoyed every second, and I do love your cock," I responded. "I don't think playing together again soon will be a problem." "I need your email? I want to...

This is a followup to The Symposium story of the series, The Commander and the Socialite. In that story Kara, the mid-forties divorced Milf, and her fuck buddy, the commander, had started exchanging sex videos with Kara’s high school friend, Dorothy, and her new boyfriend, Terry. The couples had exchanged texts about potentially meeting to have sex in person in front of one another. About two months later, Kara called me...

Pippa was thirty-eight, divorced, with one daughter, Becky, who was sixteen and at the sixth form college for girls. Becky was into drama and was appearing in the show at the college. Mums were encouraged to take part, both behind the scenes, as well as in the show itself. Pippa was certainly up for that. The college did have a strict behaviour regime, and any girls who misbehaved quickly got a detention, and those who go...

The morning sun came in through the skylight. She wriggled a little, curling herself closer into him, his beard tickling her forehead as she pressed her ear to his heart. “Are you awake?” she whispered. “Hmm?” “Are you awake?” she said, looking up at him. “No.” She shifted again, his arm tightening around her. “Okay good, me too.” He groaned as she propped herself up on his chest, putting her face up to his with her eyes...

The week had come and gone in a blur. I couldn't get Mira out of my head: her supple skin, those soft lips, that red hair. Truth be told, I didn't really care about Rob anymore. I'd already decided that if Mira came calling, I'd be there. The problem was, the thoughts consumed me. Even the guys on site noticed. More than once I got caught staring into nothing, practically drooling, replaying that night. "Pendejo, too much...

I should have known something was up when Jade stopped by my house on a Wednesday afternoon. Peering out the living room window, I frowned in confusion. I even blinked several times, as if the girl would disappear from my front porch like a mirage. But she didn't. She stood there long enough for me to notice she wore a babydoll dress so short that I had no idea how she didn't flash everyone who crossed her path. Just as s...