My pussy throbbed with excitement and I felt my wetness grow as I read the message detailing exactly what he wanted to do with me when we met. I felt a stab of excitement and then shook my head, trying to clear my head of thoughts, and that made my long blonde hair glisten in the sun. It all started innocently enough when we agreed to meet up for a coffee date. A couple of hours together and obviously just enough time for...

The Hideaway was an old bar in Redwood City. It was located between the Mexican barrio and an industrial area of mostly small shops. The owner at the time was a friendly Latino, rumored to be a gangster of sorts.The Hideaway catered to a very diverse bunch. Mostly men, though there were usually some women there. About half the patrons were Mexicans, mostly legal and mostly employed in the area. The other half were mainly...

I didn’t know what it would turn into when it first started.  I didn’t set out to become the town harlot or a homewrecker despite what everyone thinks.  It simply started when my job was threatened by the fact that my sales at the women’s fashion store where I worked were not meeting quota.  I remember the first time that I experienced the adrenaline rush of being a married woman in her late 40’s who was engaging in sexua...

SHORT STORY 1My mistress, Britni, is a beautiful and shapely thirty-four-year-old whom I have known sexually since she was twenty-eight.  She married a couple of years ago, but we both decided that did not have to interrupt our arrangement.  Britni is working temporarily as a substitute science teacher for the local high school.  Last week she called midmorning and informed me that I was going to get "sucked off by the ho...

Regina and Sam were great next-door neighbors and over the years we developed a great neighborly relationship. It was platonic in nature and none of us ever crossed over the line of mutual respect. One day, when Brenda, my lovely wife of four years, was gone to Walmart, Regina popped by and asked if she could get a cup of sugar. Instinctively, I invited her in and asked where Sam was. “Oh, he went out with some work buddi...

. "I'm shaking?" I told my fifty-five-year-old wife, Rose. "Me too," she said. "And there are a few butterflies now." We were waiting for Jason to arrive. I suppose this story began twenty, maybe as long as thirty years ago, when I told Rose I wasn't against her having sex with another man. Nothing ever happened until just four short weeks ago. We were at a friend's house, with a few others having drinks. Most had come in...

Before Rory left her alone in a hotel room on Skiathos, he told her that he had a friend on the island of Skopelos."Actually, he's my boss. A professor of archaeology and a nice, gentle guy. I'll call him and see if he has time to show you around."Maggie was gushing tears -- her idyllic twenty-four hour love affair with Rory at an end. "I don't know," she wailed. "I'm sorry I'm crying. It's so silly. But what will he thin...

Alone at last. My girlfriend had gone in to take her sleeping pill, and my stepson had gone in to pass out. So, it's just me and her sitting around the fire pit. I hadn't seen her since the concert, but we had done some sexting.  Seeing her climb out of their truck, when they first got here, in her maxi skirt and tank top, made my dick twitch. She was definitely the only birthday present I wanted to unwrap.  I had followe...

“Would you like to go to Greece?” The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. “Excuse me?” she asked, puzzled. Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. “I’m serious,” she explained. “I’m organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I’m calling the tour ‘In the Steps of Saint Paul.’ I need an assistan...

Naked, Maggie stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. "Fifteen years," she said to herself. "Fifteen years ago today I graduated from high school. The class of 1969."She looked critically at herself. She was still slender and was more attractive than she had been in high school with character lines making an ordinary face interesting. Her breasts were small. Her nipples were no longer rosy red tips but w...

She can't resist him. Few can. Words seduce. Hands manipulate. Cock silences ... her guilt. Snared by the devil, she enjoys his fuck. His cock reaches new lengths fueled by fresh pussy. Untried nipples harden by his bite. An untested ass stings from his hand.  She screams. He screams. I scream - No More! I wiggle free of the ropes bound by him ... to him. Next time, I will see the forked tongue licking my pussy.  Lessons...

Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing...