It was the summer after I graduated high school. Laura and I had gotten together on the Fourth of July, and had been inseparable for several weeks since then.  It was absolutely incredible.  We spent almost all our time together. Sexually, I still hadn't gotten my cock in her pussy, but we did everything short of that, including lots of dirty talk.  She loved to tell me her fantasies about her friend Laura while I ate her...

It was one of those events that had to be planned to perfection, perfectly timed and with consequences should anything go wrong, especially for Eve. As a married woman, she would be first to hold her hand up high and let everyone know that her sex life was less than optimum. Her husband didn’t seem to be that bothered no matter what she did to try and spice things up in the bedroom department or outdoors for that matter....

July 1, 2020 Why do you spend the most time thinking about those who don't think about you? They have moved on without a thought for you. And what are you doing? Still stuck in the past, not moving forward, missing the joys right in front of your face today. Jake's words keep replaying in my mind like a broken record. I hadn't thought about it like that, but he was right. Sometimes I need to hear something over and over a...

Another purple sunrise, I’ve seen too many to count. I used to think that this time of the morning held magic. The way the sun momentarily stays hidden behind the horizon, sending up her rays in a lavender ombre canopy bidding the stars to rest. Like the details of a finished canvas. Now, the brilliance is mostly a reminder of a fast-paced lifestyle that is probably unsustainable. Probably. As the colors filter in through...

It was now two weeks since sixty-four-year-old divorcee Elizabeth Prentice had attended the eighteenth-birthday party of her grandson, Tim. At that party Elizabeth had probably had too much to drink and, much to the disgust of her daughter Tina was snogging and groping with twenty-year-old Simon Whittaker. Tina would have been appalled if she had known that a few days after the party her mother spent the night in bed with...

I looked into her eyes and saw only intrigue stare back at me. She was an open canvas, her body was something new to draw on, to create life’s experiences and propagate emotions never felt before. “Come with me,” I said. “Where are you taking me?” she asked. “On a journey, somewhere you want to go,” I smiled, as I watched her lips open slightly before she closed them. I think she knew where she would end up and I certainl...

What makes someone deserve the title of the best I've ever had? It is, after all, quite a title to bestow upon someone; king of all the fucks. Is it their technique? The number of times they can make you cum? Or, perhaps the amount of time they spend fucking you senseless? Could it be a combination of all those things?  I’m not quite sure what made me crown my king, but maybe if I describe what it’s like to be fucked by h...

I got to the hospital just in time to see my sister being discharged. There was a uniformed policewoman with her and two detectives waiting to talk to her. Her blouse was torn and her makeup streaked down her face from the tears, but she wasn’t crying now, she was mad. “Are you Allison Brumfield?” asked the male detective. “Yes sir,” my sister replied just as she took me by the arm. “Are you okay, Allie?” I asked. She sta...