We find Eric St Clare naked and under the sheets of king size hotel bed, oblivious to the rain and thunder outside. His arms are wrapped around a stunning dark haired beauty clad only in nylons and garter belt. They are sharing gentle kisses on each other's necks and lips as Eric allows his hands to run across her naked breasts as well as her nylon covered legs. A soft moan escapes the brunette's red parted lips as Eric s...

It was a few years back when my wife and I were at our favorite bar shooting pool, when this guy asked if he could challenge the winner. I told him that it would be better if we just played a three-way game and he agreed. We played quite a few games as we all drank and got to know each other. It wasn't long before I could just sense his testosterone and I began wanting him to fuck my wife. It's a common thing with me. Whe...

He wakes spooning her with his nose buried in her hair, smelling the scent of her shampoo that lingers in her thick auburn curls. Inhaling deeply, he never tires of her. Raising his head to check the time, the room is oozing with the smell of their sex they had hours before. Her naked sexy ass blocks the view of the clock. Their small bedroom has touches of both of them. Pink replica Venetian masks adorn the wall above hi...

I didn’t sleep well for some reason and I crawled out of bed later than planned. After making a pot of coffee, I checked my e-mail first; there were two from Ewa and one from Barb. The first one from Ewa included photos of the sign she had posted on the front door and a photo of the women’s restroom on the door where she had three photos of Barb that were hanging on the wall.  Her second e-mail confused me due to the fact...

While I drove home, everything that took place with Barb kept running through my head repeatedly! Once I was in my apartment, I left her a voice-mail telling her to check her e-mail because there’d be a long message from me that needed to be responded to ASAP. In the message I sent to her, I told her about my individual profile on Fetlife and urged her to create her own profile on it with bogus details so she could do wha...

A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception. Turns out that was a damn fine decision. The building itself seem...

Ohmygod ohmygod he's making his way along my row. Don't look. Stay calm. Focus on… the textbook… that's it. Principles of Neural Science. Fifth Edition. Anything other than those calf muscles and toned thighs and that well-defined package in his shorts I'm so not glancing at. The row is empty but he doesn't slow, each step directly linked to my elevating heart rate. I let my hair fall on one side of my face to form an imp...

He was up way too early for a Saturday, but he had a pick up to make. He stopped at Starbucks for a coffee before pointing his BMW south and commencing to drive. He glanced in the rearview mirror to check the traffic behind him and then caught sight of his own blue eyes. "You're a weakling," he said to himself as he drove. He cursed himself along with the firm he worked for.as they were partially to blame for this situati...