Benjamin pulled his Tesla along the curb and parked in front of Stacey's house, checked his face in the mirror, and got out to head toward her front door. His hands moved absently, patting the pocket with the wrapped necklace, the cellphone with the electronic tickets, and the wallet with the two condoms. Tonight was going to be special for him. Well, for Stacey too, of course. He pressed the doorbell, straightened his sh...

Some marriages get stronger as the years go on. Mine wasn't one of them. It's not that I didn't love my wife, but she has her personality and rough edges, and I've got mine. Over the years, instead of buffing each other smoothly to mesh better, they left each of us with raw spots. So, here we were with our separate careers, living in separate bedrooms in an upscale two-story in the classy part of town. I suppose we could...

(VI) A hand stroked my face, a liquid voice from somewhere said "it's okay, I'll take GOOD care of you", and my cock was surrounded again, only this time in a heavier slippery sensation, caressed and squeezed in a building demanding rhythm. My eyes opened; Florencia was riding my cock, working me up with full balls, and my head was too foggy to wonder why. I just watched her breasts sway side to side, tick-tock, tick-tock...

(I) Look, this is embarrassing as hell, so the least you can do is be polite and quit laughing, okay? Now I have to start all over. Let me know when the recorder is running. sigh My name is Gordon Henredon Fairchild. I'm 54 years of age, and I oversee the Antiquities department at the University museum. Two months ago, this woman came to the museum and asked me—practically begged me—to assess a family heirloom that her gr...

I needed to find a date for my fraternity brother. No, it's nothing like that. College had been a long time ago, but George and I were pledge brothers, and we kept in occasional touch over the years. The last time I'd seen or heard from him was at the chapter's 25th anniversary gathering some time back. Naturally, my eyebrows were raised when I saw his name on an incoming email. "Hey Dave! Long time, huh? Look, I've got t...

"What's wrong, Jack - isn't this the fantasy you've told me about?" Jack paused, hands on the mattress on either side of his wife's rocking breasts, her pussy fluttering and wetly sucking at the head of his cock. That always made thinking hard for Jack, especially now when his wife had just offered to help him have a threesome. "You said, you've always said, that if I loved you I'd never need another woman. I don't unders...

Hands Light strokes over their shoulders, back, down to their ass and the quivering crease Darkness They opened their eyes in vain. Fluttering eyelids felt the texture of a blindfold or sleep mask; the sudden reaction found their wrists and ankles held outstretched. Meanwhile the hands became fingers, tracing the paths from inner thigh to ankle, from bare hip up into armpit, never lingering long in any one place Before Th...

Cori's relatives and my coworkers were milling around the funeral home, munching on celery sticks and green bean casserole, and occasionally coming up to me to murmur something soothing and useless.  I was still somewhat in shock and denial since the car accident, and I have no idea to this day what they said to me, nor whether my replies made any sense. I do remember when Kenneth from Accounting came over; Ken's hobby wa...

"I'm going to bake her a banana cake, that's what I'm going to do! You have to open your door when a neighbor brings a cake!" Greg put down his coffee cup and looked wearily at his wife, the adorable and sexy love of his life. Madelyn had seen the couple next door the day they moved in, but since then she'd only seen the husband leave and return. She hadn't seen the man's wife a single time in two weeks, not even to go ou...

It had been a rough week, so Craig knocked off early Friday afternoon. Actually, the whole engineering group knocked off early - there was a going-away happy hour for Patsy, the senior team leader. Patsy was a compact but plush little brunette who'd neatly been sidestepping Bud's passes for a year and a half, and he owed it to himself to make one more for old time's sake. A couple of beers and one pleasantly cooperative h...

Ray Franklin was grading badly-written German essays when the Professor called him into the office. "Raymondt, I have something to ask you." Professor Morton Dichter had been teaching at the university for twenty years, but his accent had never completely disappeared. "My younger brother informs me that my niece now is attending university here." Ray nodded blankly, wondering whether congratulations were expected. Fortuna...

"What do you have against the old widow anyway?"The gang was at happy hour across from the college campus, and Chuck had just announced his intention to toss eggs and stink bombs at the home of the local psychic.  The woman was 70 if she was a day, and nobody knew why Chuck would care other than wanting to do something for Halloween."She's old, she's ugly, she's got that really weird overgrown organic stuff in her yard -...

"I don't know how you find them, Thomas," my visitor commented.  "I've never seen a quieter secretarial pool in any of the offices I've surveyed this year.  What's your secret?""Ergonomics," I said mildly.  "It's all in providing a proper work environment conducive to productivity.  Special desks, special chairs, that sort of thing.""Well, Mr. Porlock, I must say if the rest of your operation is as impressive as this, the...

Nelson walked out of midnight karaoke at the strip club, forty dollars lighter, buzzed, and horny.  After two wrong turns in the parking lot, he found the right Prius and made the drive to his hotel without incident.  Once he was in his hotel room, though, he still had the problem of being horny.  Time to fire up the computer and check out some porn. On a whim, he did a web search for escorts.  To his surprise, there were...

"Colombia? As in drug cartels?!?"My voice rose an octave and a half as my boss revealed himself to be an alien from the planet Moron."Who goes to Colombia?  Do you realize that country's on the State Department's 'don't go there' list?"  I continued in the same vein for a few minutes before allowing him to get a word in edgewise. He reminded me that all the major oil companies had major investments south of the border, th...