It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing.  It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed.  The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open.  There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric couldn’t hide her big, bouncing tits as walked about the kitchen making breakfast.  I was amazed I had patience enough to finish my coffee and a bagel. It was Sunday morning...

Gail was the first granny I ever fucked.  If you’re single in your forties you expect that to happen at some point.  But I was twenty-seven.   I’d been in Dallas for less than a week the first time I saw Gail.  It was my first day at a new job. I’d spent eight hours in orientation before my new manager showed me my office.  A handful of people were helping me settle in, but it was the director’s administrative assistant w...

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all-around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company. But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties. An office isn't that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It...

Laura sighed, and looked around her, post orgasm. La petit mort was also la petit renaissance, and post climax everything looks different from the moment before. She distinguished more features in the women who had been pleasuring her, and wondered how many centuries they had been around. The fingers vanished beyond the grill, as their owners observed that they had done their magic. The disembodied voice spoke up again. “...

Laura took the ferry back to New Jersey more than an hour later, having walked all the way instead of taking the bus. She’d stopped on the way to get herself a chocolate chip frappe and some water from a Starbucks on Broadway. Chocolate had always been her friend when she was emotionally rocky. Becoming young and attaining a fantasy body did not mean that her habits had budged an inch. That would take more than a magic un...

Time and again our paths bisect,for you are neighbour next door,occurred to be a women of intellect.And I a swain from obscure moor.Every time we greet, our eyes meet,wish I can tell you all my thoughts.Now I scribe on a sheet in night sweet,of your beautiful busty buxom delightsMy visions belittling choice words chosen,to portray, mesmerizing, marvelous, you.Wonder if all words in English, lessengrandeur, gorgeous, grace...

Storm Clouds Laura stood up after draining her mocha to its chocolate lees. The Japanese girl clicked on the next episode of her anime, while she gave her another polite nod connoting goodbye, tossing her silken black ponytail hither and thither. Laura looked around for the trashcan and spotted it next to the door of the Starbucks. The Indian business boy gulped as Laura’s eyes met his, and then looked away. She got a dis...

Acclimatization The contract looked intimidating, but Laura was determined to do anything to hold on to her current newfound youth. If the Gods were this good, then she was sure that they wouldn’t shower this much goodness for naught or for a caprice of their baser selves. It was thick, and Laura knew that there would be fine print aplenty. She went over it the next several minutes. The devil usually was in the details. I...

Laura Lioness’s hips hurt. She wondered if she needed hip replacement. She limped to her dresser and pulled out one dark chocolate Ferrero Rocher, unwrapped the foil around it with fumbling, unsteady fingers, and popped the crunchy dark ball in her mouth. For a moment, as the dark chocolate taste hit her tongue, she forgot that she felt like she was an old woman, even though she was only in her fifties.  She was living li...