One plus one equals two It seems so long ago, But was it only yesterday? We said, "I do." Karen and Richard sang, "We've Only Just Begun." A kiss for luck, and you and me were now we. Did we know each other? This was before people moved in together, No "Learner's permits." Two totally different people, Meeting on a blind date. How did I know you were the one? When I wasn't with you, I could only think of you. And when I w...

I had just poured my second cup when she walked through the door. Fuck, she was beautiful. That bedhead, strawberry blonde hair framing her pixie face. Those bedroom eyes, button nose, red cocksucker lips. And that short nightshirt with those pink teddy bears. She was a walking wet dream. She paused in the doorway, hands clasped at her waist. Her eyes scanned me uneasily. I was wearing my short khaki shorts and nothing el...

It's ironic what goes through your mind when you're in your room, on your back, ten inches of anthracite coal pistoning up your butt. Your roommate is running the railroad, Casey Jones getting old number 382 running down the tracks, heading to the depot. Charge: Violation of Uniform Code of Military Justice, Conduct Unbecoming. In that Lieutenant Anthony "Binky" Rasmussen was observed on his back, legs spread, arms embrac...

Scanning the room, I spotted her. Clare Adams. I had seen her here at the party earlier, but always with other men. She at six feet and I at six-two, we were taller than almost everyone else here. I walked to her, took her hand, and we moved to the wall. "So, how's life in Audit?" I asked. She beamed. "It's wonderful. I thought I would end up working at a CPA firm, but banking is much more interesting. I never got the cha...

Where are they? This is the place, the right time. I know what they look like. We've been DM-ing on the forum for so long, I would recognize them immediately. Their avatar, their media posts. Especially the imagination in their AI. It's an insight into their innermost thoughts. I wonder what they'll think of me. Will they read between the lines in my posts? Can they decipher what my media is saying? This could be the one!...

I love Audrey. Hopelessly, eternally, unconditionally, in love. You might not see in her what I see. Her auburn hair, ringlets surrounding her angelic face. Azure blue eyes, an innocence that turns to smoky lust. Button nose. Cupid's bow lips, bright red, a smile whose warmth turns naughty with the lick of her pink tongue. Natural blush, high cheekbones. The face of an angel. Maybe you don't see her like that. But there's...

It was Saturday night, and I had struck out. Again. Plenty of pussy on the pavilion, but when I slow-rolled the pussy wagon, they just tittered behind their hands. I even briefly considered quail hunting, but that lyric from Jim Croce's song, "Five Short Minutes," kept running through my head. I was tempted, though. Three or four more years (or five or six for some, but FUCK they were SO FUCKING HOT!). But I'm too young t...

It was early afternoon the next day when I finished Mrs. Segal's lawn. Her husband had passed away about two years ago, and she had stayed on as one of the coffee klatch. She always had a cold drink ready for me when I finished, and on this hot afternoon I was really looking forward to it. I knocked on her patio door, opened it and called out. She came into the kitchen from the front and, with a beaming smile, told me to...

The next day, I was on the Beckman lawn. I had gone from no pussy to two prospects. True, they were a little older (Okay, a lot older), but pussy is pussy. Mulling future escapades, I parked the mower behind the house, knocked on the door, calling out as I entered, "Mrs. Beckman, I'm done." She was right there, standing just inside the doorway. My eyes took a snapshot. Brain: LOOK AT THAT! If those yoga pants were any tig...

When I got home, I parked the mower in the garage. Mom's car was gone. Thank God, it was Friday, she was out getting groceries. I put my shirt, shorts, and the rest of my clothes into the washing machine and started it. Next, a long hot shower with plenty of soap to get rid of any remaining evidence. Then, those towels to the washer. I was taking no chances there would be anything left to rat me out. After dinner, I drove...

We live in a nice home on a cul-de-sac in a nice neighborhood in a nice development outside a large metro area. Big home on a big lot, like the rest of the development. The husbands are all professional types, commuting into the urban jungle, doing whatever professional husbands do. We are all well enough off that none of the wives works. Not so well off that we can afford housekeepers. Household ages mid to late 40s. Chi...

Damn that bastard I married, anyway. It was going to be the perfect evening. My employer was throwing a big bash celebrating a banner year. I had been a major player in that success, and now had a title and an office with a door and windows. Our ten year anniversary is next week. I had reserved a suite at the party venue. Champagne on ice, waiting for our arrival. And he calls at 5:00, saying they have a customer in crisi...

It was a day pretty much like all the others. I drove home from school, tossed my books onto the kitchen counter, drank a glass of orange juice, and went next door to fuck the neighbor's wife. It started innocently enough. She asked me to lift some furniture so she could place a rug on the dining room floor. I lifted one corner of the China hutch, and she put it underneath there. I lifted the other side, she put the rug u...

You got a pretty mouth. Bring that mouth over here. See this cock? Suck it. Wrap those soft, fat lips around it, give it some tongue. Now suck it like your mamma's titty. Stroke it, too. Harder. Give some love to those balls. One at a time. Can't get both into that little mouth at the same time. Yeah, keep stroking. Get back up top. Take it deep. That's the way. Gonna give you some cream of meat soon. Fuck yeah! Drink som...

The Witherspoons were at it again. It was a regular nightly thing. Something sets George off. The meat was too raw. The meat was too burnt. His favorite shirt was in the laundry. Why was the weather so hot? It didn't matter what, it always began that way, then escalating to shouting and throwing things. Mary would burst into tears, running next door to me, seeking refuge. She would cry on my shoulder, tell me how badly sh...