I am writing this story in attempt to process my thoughts. It is (perhaps unfortunately) completely true other than I have changed the names. I am a forty-three year old successful businessman, my wife Sarah is a thirty-seven year old in the medical profession. We have one child and a generally very happy life.Our sex life is pretty good, it has of course lost much of the intensity and frequency of the early days and it h...

It was the typical, slow Friday evening at the gym. Brayden had just finished his cardio warm up and headed for the ab workout machines. What he didn't know was that today's workout would be entirely different than anything he had ever experienced. A workout that would include muscles he had not intended to workout.For a man in his late 30s, Brayden was in excellent health and fitness, and with a great job. Often he would...

“Mike!” shouted a voice down the corridor. “Hey what’s up?” “My friend didn’t show to help out with the lifeguard examinations, and we need a person to pretend to be unconscious!” “Sounds easy; when do you need me?” “In, like, five minutes?” I’d just left the gym and was on my way home. Jessica is my flatmate, a slim brunette girl. She was wearing black capri leggings with three white Adidas stripes on the side and silver...

Morning, sleepyhead. You came to bed so late last night, there was no time to play. What say I pull this sheet down, huh? Let's see what we have. Mmm, that looks tasty. I'll rest my head on your thigh and take a closer look, shall I? I like the way it twitches, just by me looking at it. I bet if I took you in my hand, you'd soon be rock hard. Maybe I will, soon. For now, I'll just stay here, my mouth close to your cock, m...

The day hasn’t even begun and already I feel exhausted, drained of any energy I had to muster before I came into work. I’ve already made ten phone calls and replied to at least fifteen emails and it’s not even nine o’clock. I wish I could get out of here; start over somewhere new. Then, a year later, return. Because this city will always be my home, no matter what, and despite everything bad that has happened in the last...

We take turns stroking your delicious cock. I try to mimic your stroking and fail with enthusiasm. You start bucking your hips and I feel the head of your cock thrust through the tight tunnel, against my palm. I love feeling your head resist, then slide inside, resist and push through again. I mirror the moment in my mind. One knee resting on each side of you, my slit resisting slightly when I press and let you slip insid...

The engine of my forty-five year old E-type growled smoothly as I pulled out of the garage, glancing down at the GPS on my phone to remind myself of the general directions to my destination. Since it was only about twenty minutes away, and it was a delightful evening, I had decided to take the convertible out for a spin. I trusted it would make the relatively short trip without mishap.  I was in a particularly good mood t...

I got a letter in the mail today. It was an invitation to my fiftieth high school reunion. It read: “You are cordially invited to the Washington Irving High School Class of ’66, Fiftieth Reunion.” Included was the usual contact info with a request to RSVP. Along with it was a personal note from the reunion committee chair, Susan Camarato Hammersmith. It read: “Looking forward to seeing you and reminiscing about some very...