For a long time now I have had a crush on a guy I work with. I described him to my husband as the male version of the deepest, darkest me. I know he likes me. We talk a lot. We joke. Sometimes we will smile at each other with these big grins, and I wonder . . . could there be more there?Only one problem. He is twenty years younger than me. I am not young, skinny, or beautiful but I am curvy. I don't see myself as beautifu...

She was Mrs. Adleson to me then, hell, I guess she still is. I think she goes by Margery to her friends. It’s been since I was a kid and I still think she’s hot. She’s probably in her mid to late forties now, but still very attractive. I don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about her over the years but I’ve never let on. I’ve always been polite and courteous to her and I’m sure she will always think of me as that swe...

It was the autumn of 1997. I had just turned thirty-seven. I had long since divorced my first husband and, by now, I was no longer struggling to support myself, my daughter and son. I had gone back to school and earned my BA while also working full-time. My BA enabled me to land much better jobs than I had been getting with only a high-school diploma. By this time, I had met and married my second husband, and we'd had two...

Yet again I found myself having to concentrate on driving while in a state of inner turmoil. Part of me couldn’t wait to get home and feast on the soft, creamy-white body and succulent cunt of the lovely girl who sat beside me oozing sex – perhaps literally still oozing, after our bout in the changing room, but a cool voice in the back of my head was urging caution. I had become so deeply sceptical of the possibility that...

Arriving home I dashed into the house, locked the front door and rushed to my bedroom. I closed the curtains, turned on the bedside light, almost tearing at my clothes to expose my breasts and my cunt, flung myself on the bed and brought the simmering within me to the boil in an orgasm that left me breathless and shaking, Then another, and another… not stopping until I was sated and spent. Eventually I undressed completel...

The last time I saw her, she had been a gawky twelve-year-old, stuck awkwardly between childhood and womanhood. That was eight years ago. The difference took my breath away. I was fifty-three, and five years widowed. It had been a happy though childless marriage; but for several years before Phil died I had experienced feelings of growing curiosity about sex with a woman. I had done nothing positive about this, but found...

It was raining heavily by the time Greg Somerfield parked outside Mrs Hemsley’s house. He looked at the distance to the house and cursed himself for not having brought an umbrella or a raincoat. He would have to choose between getting thoroughly wet and making an undignified dash to her front door. Grabbing his briefcase, he decided to hell with dignity. He quickly got out of the car, went to lock the door but fumbled and...

My name is Ben. I’m eighteen and I live with my parents in a small house in Mercer County. I guess I’m a typical teen, although my friends say I am a bit geeky and far too shy around girls. I’m tall and slim, have short brown hair and brown eyes and I work hard in college as I aim to go to law school eventually. Right now classes are out for the summer break and I’ve been doing some odd jobs around the neighbourhood to ea...

“Rick? Rick Connors? This is Tommy Bowers. Michael Bowers' son?” It took Rick a moment to place the name. Michael Bowers was Rick’s step-brother, and he remembered that he did have a couple of kids. Rick’s mother had married Michael’s father when Rick was a teen-ager, but Michael had lived with his mother, so they had only seen each other a handful of times, the last time being at the funeral for Michael’s father, some te...

My story begins in 2003. I married the love of my life one year after I enlisted in the Armed Forces. I will keep much of my service a secret, I don't want my buddies, if they read this, to know who I am. So, my name is Randy. Married life was fun, both of us wanted to be child free so I elected to have a vasectomy to make sure it never happened. Sylvia and I were both animals in bed, we fucked every night and sometimes m...

TJ's Story My name is Timothy Alan Jefferson Jr, 'TJ' for short. The story I'm about to tell you is about my life from birth to the present day. My memory starts at age at four. I only remember big events that occurred to Dad and me until I was seven, after that I remember everything. Dad told me about my birth and what happened shortly after that. Dad met Mom while both of them were in college. They both came from well t...

While it was a particularly hot summer morning in Florida, it seemed even hotter inside. Renee finally realized that the air conditioner was out and, on a scorcher like that day was going to be, something had to be done. The air conditioner was running full blast, but it was only pushing hot air. With her husband out of town on work, she decided to call for a repair man. This made her slightly uncomfortable, thinking that...

I had left the office and was on my way home, when I noticed Anne having trouble in starting her car; I went over and asked her if I could help. She said her car wouldn’t start, and I said that I had no idea how to do anything about that, but I asked if I could give her a lift home. I was Anne’s boss and thought I should do my 'Good Samaritan' bit as she was stranded. It was her last day at work; she was leaving for anoth...

I did the morning and evening paper round every day before and after school. I had to earn money to pay for my hobbies. I got an allowance from mum and dad but was not enough, so hence the paper rounds. I had turned sixteen last month, had a great party, two in fact. One at home with all my relatives, you know the ones, and another one with my mates, great fun. I’ve always been randy, ever since I discovered I got boners...

Monica sat at the vanity of her hotel room sipping a glass of wine to steady her nerves. She had never called on a male escort before, but since her husband's death had been unable to broach intimacy. Now though, her desire for sexual relief had pushed her to call upon the company of an escort. At fifty, she was a young widow, she had never had children hence she had retained her elegant figure. She stood at five foot fou...