Maxwell Anderson Jr., or Max to most of his friends, had waited years to be allowed to attend his parent’s annual Mardi Gras party. It was considered by many in their social circles to be the grandest party of the season. Max’s mother, Edwina Anderson, was born and raised in New Orleans and left when she married Maxwell Sr. so he could take a position that ultimately led to his running his own law firm. Edwina, like so ma...

Kat and Cyrano Chapter 10: Friendship In the first nine chapters, I described in sensuous and erotic detail how the chemistry and the hunger between Eric and me led to some wonderful and creative sexual adventures four years ago. But if it had just been about the sex, then Nov. 10, 2008 wouldn’t still be a cherished memory and one of the happiest days of my life, right up there with my high school graduation and the birth...

Jennifer’s new underwear made her feel sexy and confident. It was almost a shame that she would be expected to remove them before long. She could barely stand the mixture of anxiety and anticipation as the elevator rushed her to the twentieth floor. It had been exactly a week since her last visit to the grand hotel in Boston’s Back Bay. She arrived that evening as a naïve coed and left as an expensive call girl. Jennifer...

She said, “I want to make love to you again,” and my heart stopped. Had it been the second time that night, or year or decade, I would have been better prepared but the second time in twenty-two years, left me speechless.I met Jan when she was a kid. My wife, Sharon, and I had chaperoned many of her school functions and as Jan grew older we developed a big brother little sister relationship. I was her confidant through he...

This is the continuation of our story with the second couple we swapped with. The story is told from Sam’s point of view. No, Sam didn’t write it, he told me and I wrote it for him. As Nick and Ashley drove off, Taylor pushed me back on to the couch and pulled my cock out. I knew she would want to try to get a taste of Ashley’s juices on my dick. “MMMM,” she sai,d “I can smell the scent of her pussy on you.” As she ran he...

I remember this well, even though it took place almost 40 years ago. It was the summer between my junior and senior years in college. I had not done well the last semester of my junior year, probably because I preferred partying to studying. That, combined with the fact that I would need a few extra hours to graduate on time, made it necessary that I attend summer classes. I had always lived in a fraternity house during t...

When we last left our story we had discovered how Jean d’Langham a young country boy from France had joined the French Imperial Army as a naïve and wide-eyed blond seventeen-year-old “to find his fortune”. Posted far from the center of power in Paris the young lad had, at first, been downcast. Soon Jean learned that living on the edges of an empire had its own unusual advantages. Jean was taken under the wing of a certain...

"Hello, is this Howdy?" the soft feminine voice on the phone asked. "Well, I guess that depends on who is asking," I replied in a slightly flirtatious tone. Veronica, my wife of over thirty years had only been gone a few days. The annual month long ski tour from Heavenly to several Colorado stops to Jackson Hole was under way without me this year. A nagging running injury had made me reconsider joining my wife and her two...

I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My w...

I got home late. What a night! I had gone to the video booth at the bookstore horny as hell but in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined the outcome. Oh sure, I expected sex. I had yet to leave those dark little booths without a mouthful of cum, an ass full of cum or having my balls sucked dry but tonight … tonight! Not only had my ass been filled in the booth but at Trevor’s party I had been fucked like a cum slut,...

I'm a divorced man in my late 30s, I'm 6 foot 2 and fairly fit. I work hard and I like to party with friends when I get the time, but I haven't had a lot of time for relationships since my divorce a couple of years ago. I often fly to Sydney for work, and on this occasion I took the chance to catch up with some friends that used to live near me in Melbourne that I had known for a long time. Mark is married to Jess, they h...

As we drove to our hotel room, my hand was rubbing Sam’s cock. I asked him how far he and Ashley had gone. Sam said that they found a nice empty bedroom and he had fingered her, getting her to cum. She had told him she wanted to suck his cock so he could cum too. Ashley had just got his cock out and kissed it when a couple walked into the room interrupting them.  Sam said that he realized that it was getting close to midn...

After the New Year's Eve party I didn’t witness anything for some time; however Terri had to work late a lot and was often gone on Saturdays supposedly shopping with friends. I never said anything but she often returned from the shopping trips without having bought anything. About the middle of May that spring, I got a call from Mr. Bartlett who had hosted the New Year's Eve party. He called on a Wednesday morning before...

My wife, Terri, and I were invited to a New Year's Eve party at the home of a man from her work named Mr. Bartlett; an older guy probably in his 60s. He and his wife lived in a nice place on a lake outside of Shreveport and we had been to their house a couple of times. Mr. Bartlett had started working there years ago when the old man who owned the company started it and apparently made a lot of money. He still had an offi...