I’d like to share with you the story of how I met the lust of my life. Yes, I mean the lust of my life, the one person who I look forward to seeing every day. Not that I see her every day. I suppose that’s a good thing. How can a sexual relationship stay...
Amy, indeed, looked like a poor waif from a Dicken’s novel! She had been waiting for a while in the rain. Her hair was soaked and matted against the sides of her face, outlining it in a frame of amber. Streaks of water still flowed into her eyes. Her body...
Amy had left me stunned. I had left myself half dressed! As quickly as I regained my wits I ran to my pants and threw them on. Racing to the stairs, I ran down them two at a time, across the lobby, and out the front door. I retraced the path to the Wildwo...
I continued chatting with Mia every chance I got. She seemed like she was interested in meeting, but like most intelligent people she was reluctant to share personal information that would allow us to meet. Her profile said she was in Seattle, almost 850...
A thousand years the djinn lay trapped. His anger festering until the day I pulled the stopper. His promise: three wishes, one day to enjoy them, then my death to atone for the millennium lost. "Is it true that I may wish you free? Will you let me live?"...
Hours. Hours sitting on a hardwood chair, sitting in a growing pool of cum and sweat. Telling Deputy Joe my twisted story. Joe found me in the secluded pumpkin patch, alone. How? “I swear it is all true!” “I know. You aren’t the first.” “She was so soft,...
Mia was standing in front of the dresser, checking her reflection in the large mirror that gave me such a wonderful view of her beautiful face and upper body. I could see her glance to the side and knew she caught me staring at her ass and legs. Her smile...
Caught in the wilds last night,Out in the wind and the rain.Wet to the bone in the fires light,Best settle in with the pain.Out like a light you settle,Yet to dream of satin and lace.Until flesh hardens like metal,Pointing to my absent face. Caught alone...
I love the summer. Evenings in the mountains in August are cool and refreshing. The air is crisp, scented by the pines, and by the loam underfoot. Moist with the afternoon showers that drift by, cleansing land and sky only to dissipate, leaving stars to s...
Since this story is my way of introducing myself, perhaps I should start with where I am now in life. I'm now 54 years old, in good shape, and pretty comfortable with my life. I'm married with two kids that are both in college, wondering what to do with t...
