Deb couldn’t believe how beautiful the changing room was. Norway had been amazing. Starting in Oslo, they explored the historic streets and ate at the sidewalk cafes of old. Then the cruise. She had no idea that cruising an inland waterway could be so romantic. After thirty years of marriage, she was more in love with Roderick than ever. The trip was a combination of an anniversary present to her and a retirement celebrat...

Does it make me gay? So I’ve sucked other men’s dicks. I love women. I love the feel of a woman’s body. The soft flesh of her breast and the supple firmness of her ass. I love the scent of her skin and perfume. The heat of her touch and the soft fury in her lustful eyes. The taste and aroma of her sex. I’ve loved them since I first felt the gushing of feminine orgasm. There are things that people consider gross. Hell, whe...

I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I just couldn’t look away. Her eyes were so friendly and blue. Deep pools of cerulean rain. She wore no makeup. Didn’t need it. Not with those liquid sapphires staring into mine. Her smile was captivating. Her lips, full and red, pouty and inviting, hypnotized me from the start. I couldn’t help thinking how much she resembled that actress from way back in the day. You know, Ly...

It was a spring evening. Friday night, the workweek was over. We needed a weekend away from the house. New Orleans was our go-to getaway. Only a hundred miles from the ranch in Amite county, we hit the road. Krysta had been on the phone for several minutes trying to get reservations. After several unsuccessful attempts, she landed one at The Old No. 77 Hotel and Chandlery. In the heart of down town and in the shadow of th...

I remember all the rumors from my childhood. She was a man that dressed like a woman. She had both male and female sex organs. A man that had fake tits. All kinds of dirty stories and whispers. I was a kid then. Now I was in community college and needed a source of income. She had a help-wanted ad in the newspaper. Her shop was only a mile from home so I thought, “What the hell?” “Hey, Miss Walker,” I said into the phone,...

It was like waking from a dream. The television droned on about another body found. A suspected serial killer in the Venice Beach area. The reporter, Kim something or other was giving all the gory details, “A sixth victim was discovered in a room at the Venice on the Beach Motel. So many similarities with the other victims lead investigators to believe that a serial killer was on the loose.” I blinked my eyes, trying to w...

Although it was the dead of summer, the night air carried a chill. Maybe it was just nerves, but my body shivered. We sat side by side, feet dangling over the edge of the old wooden pier. Fog drifted lazily across a glassy pond, disturbed only by the occasional ripple of a frog leaping from a lily pad or some random fish popping the surface to swallow an unsuspecting insect. His arm pressed against mine as we sat in silen...

“I need those numbers, Richard,” Victoria pressed, “If it takes all night, we are going to finish this proposal.” “Yes ma’am,” Richard Beal replied, rolling his eyes behind her back. He had been working since eight that morning and it was seven-fifteen. This was nothing new. Victoria, or Queen Victoria, as her employees called her when she was not present, was a demanding boss. The word, ‘workaholic,’ did not do her justi...

Terry had drifted off sometime after Crystal left him alone in his bed. The house was dark and quiet. When he woke to the sound of light footsteps, he felt as if he had been sleeping for hours. A quick look at his bedside clock told him that it had only been about two. Crystal stood naked, except for a silky night shirt and a pair of white cotton panties, by his bed holding several cloth strips. “Do you trust me?” she whi...

Mandy parked her car next to Mr. Cramer’s and stepped out. Still naked, she pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and a clean tank top. There were so many cars in the lot that she was well hidden from the street. Not that it would bother her, but there could have been any number of men in any of the cars. A bit of an exhibitionist, it was an exciting thought as she pressed the lock button on her keys. She carried a gym bag to...

Ninety-five degrees and WLBT First Alert Weather said it felt like one hundred and nine. The humidity at ninety-seven percent made breathing hard and working impossible. The old wood-frame shack was situated under two giant water oaks. It was hot, still, but better in the shade of the trees. No breeze to speak of, but in Southwest Mississippi, that would change when the afternoon storms came. Just a half-mile from Terry’s...

After Mandy drove away, Honey looked at Greg, leaning naked against the freezer. His cock jutted impressively in front of his toned body. Half hard and still damp and messy from ass fucking her bestie, it curved downward from its root, thick cum dangling from its head. Greg would let his teenage lover take in his body. He could see the desire in her eyes. He naturally wanted her. What forty-year-old man didn’t desire to h...

Sleep did finally come to Terry. Men often find that solitude after such a climactic event. He had expected a tidal wave of guilt after his wife’s friend had stroked him to completion again. What made it worse was that she did it on their bed. He was almost disappointed when the guilt came as less of a tidal wave. Rather it came as more of a wading pool. He didn’t love Kristy any less nor did he want to lose her. The thin...

That night played in Terry’s mind for weeks. He could not look Crystal in the eye and he noticed that she seemed to avoid him as well. He did take some comfort in that she had not confided what had happened to Kristy. It seemed that his wife was also happy that he had not made a nightly trip to the bathroom in the several weeks since. Terry was confused, trying to understand what had taken place. He knew that Crystal was...

“Mom?” Honey yelled from the top of the stairs, “Are you down there?” She and Mandy were fresh out of the shower, both had a towel wrapped around their heads and one around their tight young bodies. “No, Honey,” her dad answered from the kitchen, “She’s at yoga class. Is something wrong?” Mandy adjusted her towel just before he walked into view. Not to be more modest, rather the opposite. She thought her best friend’s dad...