After Inga had returned home I felt lonely and after a couple of days I got horny. I had got laid several times during the week mother”s friend Inga had spent with us. And not only by Inga but also their friend Anna had been generous to me. I had learnt to like fucking and to give pleasure to women with my mouth and tongue.
Lena, our lovely young maid, hadn”t showed up to bathe for a couple of days. But I had gone to the lake in time for her bathe every day and got disappointed.
I was again sitting by the lake, waiting. I startled when I heard someone coming on the path and rose quickly. I was happy to see Lena coming. Read the rest of this entry »
Helen”s thoughts drifted to her son. He was eighteen years old when things started to happen. His gangly body, just starting to fill out, was far too tall for the weight it carried. Girls found him a bit awkward; consequently, he was extremely shy. Painfully so. He could barely talk without stammering while his adrenaline levels increased with his fear. A few girls told him he had potential, but seemed unwilling to wait for it to blossom. He had been told he looked like his dad who had died years ago and he often looked at a picture of his father hoping he would indeed look like him some day. He hadn’t realized that day was fast approaching. Chris Anderson was his father’s name and his too, since Helen had named him after her dead husband. Chris Sr. had died so young while saving the life of another in an industrial accident. That accident forced the company to pay Helen enough to raise her children and she worked at a local hardware store to earn money for the extras. In time, she moved into management at headquarters downtown and often worked late. Helen became a career woman, no longer needing that kind of money but enjoying the work, with little time other than that she spent with her children. Read the rest of this entry »
My name is Linda Prince. At the time of writing I am forty one years of age but the events I shall relate to you began their course six years ago. I am, or was, the wife of Jeff Prince, CEO of a government department and, as I was to discover, philanderer extraordinary.
I have a daughter, Lisa, who was aged fourteen when the events began. After her birth Jeff announced that we didn”t need “any more bloody kids”, and marched off to join the vasectomy brigade without any discussion between us. I thought it really was so we didn”t have any more kids, but really it was to assist with his extramarital love life as I later discovered. Read the rest of this entry »
Relaxing at the quiet bar at the Hilton Airport hotel in Omaha late on Sunday night, following my 90 minute flight from St. Louis, I pondered my situation involving my new relationships that had developed with Kelly and Leah over the past couple of weeks. Fresh from a divorce, I was a healthy 36 year old male that was having two 19 year old girls throwing their pussy and ass at me for my pleasure, all be it under some extraordinary circumstances. Leah was a shy virgin who exploded with sexuality and adventure since our first encounter. She was also in love with me, or so she said. I was her first and there’s something to be said about taking a girl’s virginity. While I wasn’t a complete ass who could care less about her feelings, I certainly couldn’t see myself in any type of long term relationship with her. She was nice enough, but surely she could see we had no future, if she was thinking that far ahead. Maybe I was being an ass for leading her along and playing to her emotions by being gentle and considerate to her feelings over the past weekend. Now that I had opened that can of worms, why be more of an ass and shut it down now. I could keep this up for a while and satisfy myself and her at the same time. It’s not like she wasn’t enjoying the sex we were having. She sure had some pent up sexual tension that she was releasing all on me. I’d be a fool to let that go. Read the rest of this entry »
Catherine flipped her hair to the side as she raised the telephone to her ear, “Hello.”
“Hi…Uh hum…Catherine.”
Catherine”s mind churned as it searched to put a face to the voice on the other end.
“Catherine? Are you still there?”
“Evan?”
Evan giggled, “Yeah it”s me.”
Catherine”s lips curled into a smile and her eyes darkened slightly, “Hello Evan. How are you?”
“I”m pretty good…” A still static filled Catherine”s ear as Evan fought for words.
“Evan, is there something you want to say? Something on your mind?” Catherine smiled more devilishly to herself as she teased Evan. She was sure he”d been thinking about her offer and equally sure why he was calling. Read the rest of this entry »
Helen”s thoughts drifted to her son. He was eighteen years old when things started to happen. His gangly body, just starting to fill out, was far too tall for the weight it carried. Girls found him a bit awkward; consequently, he was extremely shy. Painfully so. He could barely talk without stammering while his adrenaline levels increased with his fear. A few girls told him he had potential, but seemed unwilling to wait for it to blossom. He had been told he looked like his dad who had died years ago and he often looked at a picture of his father hoping he would indeed look like him some day. He hadn’t realized that day was fast approaching. Chris Anderson was his father’s name and his too, since Helen had named him after her dead husband. Chris Sr. had died so young while saving the life of another in an industrial accident. That accident forced the company to pay Helen enough to raise her children and she worked at a local hardware store to earn money for the extras. In time, she moved into management at headquarters downtown and often worked late. Helen became a career woman, no longer needing that kind of money but enjoying the work, with little time other than that she spent with her children. Read the rest of this entry »
