Janice loves romantic comedy films. They are not my first choice but I usually enjoy them. The primary benefit of watching them is that they put Janice in the mood for love. It had been one of those nights that led to a session of lovemaking. Not all sex is equal. On this particular occasion, Janice was feeling talkative. In her defence, she did not talk during the film; that bad habit belongs primarily to me. I was on to...

I didn’t ever plan on sharing this story, however, I hit a block whenever I tried to write about something else. Apparently, this story had to be told.I didn’t say yes with the intention of trading something of financial value for sex. I said yes because I liked flirting with Jason, he’s cute and he asked. The concert sounded like fun, and to be honest I didn’t think the night would end in the bedroom.At the time, I worke...

Jenni Harrington was bored, as was normally the case when she had to accompany her mother to yet another evening with the borough's great and good. Jenni's mother, Gillian, was the Lady Mayoress; due to her divorcing Jenni's father two years previously when she had discovered that he had been having an affair with a young barmaid at their local pub, it had become incumbent upon her to stand in for him at the various civic...

I remember that day like it was yesterday. In fact, it actually may have been yesterday. I apologize; my sense of time has been a little out of whack lately. Regardless of when it happened, it was a day I'll never forget; that's for sure.I recently celebrated my fiftieth birthday. Well, "celebrated" isn't entirely accurate, given the deep depression that came along with reaching that milestone. I have been divorced for ne...

The little coffee shop on the busy downtown street was packed with people when I walked in. There was a line to the only barista but the wait was worth it. I had timed it perfectly. She stood right in front of me and I was close enough to smell the shampoo mixing with her perfume and the shower gel she used. As I inhaled deeply, she turned and smiled at me and I smiled back. No words were exchanged. She wore an Armani bus...

The sun was beating down on my back as I slowly shuffled forward heading for my home after a couple of hours on the beach with my girlfriends. The asphalt was so hot I could feel the heat on my face when I looked down making sure I didn’t step on a stone or a piece of glass. I liked to walk barefoot, but I realized it was a bad idea, and put on my flip flops again which I carried in my hand.When I looked up again, two guy...

“Dad, dad!”“What?” I said a bit distracted by the three hot girls playing pool outside the little corner shop my son and I was heading to.My son grabbed my hand as we crossed the street and as soon as we hit the sidewalk he let go and ran up to the ice-cream box outside and pressed his face against the glass top.I slowly walked past the girls playing pool and took in their tight pert asses and round teen-boobs. I know, I...

I was parked on the side of the dirt road behind the apartment building I lived. The sun was just coming up behind the hills in front of me and I adjusted my sun glasses. The morning was hot with high temperatures and not the slightest breeze in the air. I wiped off some sweat from my forehead and dried my hand on my shorts. When I heard a car approach from behind me, I quickly rolled up the window to avoid dust getting i...

It was the middle of summer and as Ted looked out of the window, he didn’t know whether to smile or burst into tears.  His new neighbour was sunbathing again.  She was in her early twenties, blonde and had a body to die for.  As an older man, he could only distantly remember dating girls like her. His wife, while a good woman had long since ceased to please him.  His sex life had become redundant.   What made it all the m...

How could he have known what I was before he began to groom me? I was the neighbour, he was the dirty old man, but he had become my sissy, and we both loved our games in his cellar, just next to my parent’s house.What a fucking sissy, I thought looking down at him chained to the wall. The bra I had put on him was black lace and one of my favourites. Off course it was too small for his large hairy chest. I had used one of...

If Melanie would ever be cursed to hell, she’d find herself doing laundry for eternity. She wasn’t sure why exactly it was that she loathed it so but loathed she did.This day wasn’t any different than the others. The morning had found her lazily crawling from her bed into her shower, followed by cartoons she was far too old to be watching, then eventually cramming all her chores into the remaining few hours before her par...