Helen Watson was becoming obsessed with the idea of seducing Dave.
Her husband Max had a reputation as a tough hard Macho man, yet at home all he did was sleep and watch TV.
When she tried to take him to bed he resisted, claiming he was tired or suffering from football injuries.
He showed no interest in sex with her, other than have her suck him off while he played with her boobs.
Before the new cheerleading squad was appointed, he had not only been a raging bull on the footy field but was a raging bull at home in bed. Read the rest of this entry »
I showed up at the Fisher’s house to baby sit in my typical summer outfit of white tennis shorts and a t shirt. Although I had turned eighteen months ago and was about to graduate from high school, I didn’t mind babysitting for them. They had a big TV, well-behaved kids, well-stocked fridge and Joanie, their mom, was not only gorgeous, but as I had learned from the occasions when I saw her in a tennis dress and from looking at their vacation beach pictures, she had a great bod!
The door was open so I went inside and heard the shower running upstairs. I yelled up that I was here and Joanie said she’d be right down. I waited at the bottom of the stairs as she walked briskly from her bedroom to the stairs. She was still wrapping a towel around her as she came into view. (What did I just see?) I tried not to stare as she walked down the stairs, her dark tanned skin still glistening with dampness. Read the rest of this entry »
I’d been looking forward to a quiet day in the office, with no meetings and a chance to catch up with the pile of papers that had been gathering dust on my desk over the previous few weeks. The first few weeks of the year are always busy, and this year was no exception. I had spent the last few weeks rushing from one meeting to another, travelling all over the place, barely having time to catch my breath. But now, at last, I had a chance to catch up.
So, when the phone rang and my receptionist asked if I could talk to a potential new client, a lady, my first thought was to ask for the call to be put through to one of my less pressured colleagues. But when I was told that she’d already tried that, I knew that I had to take the call. Read the rest of this entry »
Adam had just turned eighteen and was infatuated with his best friend’s mom. For the last year, while all his high school friends had been comparing notes on the girls in their different classes, Adam had said nothing and fantasized about Mrs. Ford. This wasn’t surprising as Lauren Ford was a beautiful woman. She was not very tall, about five feet five, with long blonde hair that she often wore in a pony tail. Adam thought she was incredibly sexy. There was something about her, the way she always wore clothes that showed off her shapely legs and her generous breasts, or the way she talked to you in a throaty murmur, holding your eye, standing very close, all things that Adam found incredibly exciting. Of course Adam never thought there was any chance that anything would ever come of all his lustful imaginings but… Read the rest of this entry »
Late in the afternoon, Tim woke up and found that he was still thinking about Heidi. Maybe he should call her. He might be able to do something to help protect her. No, he told himself, the detectives and patrol units would take care of that, especially now that shots had been fired at her house.
“What about when she’s at work?” he wondered. “And going to and from work?”
He got up, dressed, got in his pickup truck and drove to the high school, knowing he was being silly. School was just letting out, so Tim sat in his truck, across the street, watching people leave. Finally, he saw Heidi emerge from the building, walk to a car and get in. Read the rest of this entry »
The next morning Heidi woke up early. She laid there, looking at Tim’s nude body as he slumbered next to her, remembering all the pleasure they’d shared since they got to the condo. Her thoughts caused her to become aroused. She had to have him again! She began running her fingers gently over his skin.
As her hands stole over Tim’s warm flesh, Heidi could see him respond, and a shudder of joy went through her. She bent, took his stiffening penis between her lips and lowered her head over it, feeling it swell inside her mouth. Read the rest of this entry »
To lust after a friend”s daughter is not always a comfortable situation, nor an easy thing to hide, especially when it comes as such a surprise. When as a teenager Rachel”s braces came off, and her boyish body started to grow womanly hips, I hardly noticed. Despite my glances at their taut bodies – their firm buttocks and high breasts, I never flirted with her and her friends when they came home from high school, like I”d seen other men my age do.
She and I were never particularly friendly, cursory hellos and how are you doings when we would go to her parent”s house for dinner. Even when she would baby-sit my own young children, we rarely talked, not even in the kitchen when my wife might be putting the last touches on her makeup. When my wife or her parents would comment on how she was blossoming into a beautiful young woman, I”d limit my comments to a polite but mostly uninterested yes she is. But then when her mother confided in my wife that her little daughter –little? she was 19 — was actually going on the pill, my ears perked up. That young woman was having sex? Read the rest of this entry »
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
- Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2
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Why did my life take the improbable turn that it did? I can tell you the answer to that: it was fancy. Begotten in the eyes, Shakespeare said. In my case, I’d say it was a different part of the anatomy. Her anatomy. Her — I’m trying to be quite honest here — big, mature arse. Now you’re thinking I’m crude, to be referring to her in these terms; and maybe I am. But I loved her. Still do. Get that straight. So if you’re maybe thinking this is going to be one of those stories by a nasty-minded tosser, obsessing and gloating about how he could order a woman around sexually — well, that’s not it at all. On the other hand, it wasn’t what you’d call a normal boy-meets-girl scenario either. Far from normal. Some people, I suppose, still find it perverted. I just want you to understand that when fancy strikes you, everything can change. And fancy doesn’t follow any rules. Read the rest of this entry »
“Thanks to all the encouraging comments submitted by various readers. That was my first attempt at erotic writing and I’m relieved it was accepted.”
“Here is part 2 which I hope will you will enjoy. More to follow in due course.”
“Tuesday”
*”The next morning, John’s first thoughts were of what had gone on the night before and he wondered what Val’s reaction would be when he got down for breakfast. He was very apprehensive and almost dreaded seeing Val again in case she regretted what she had done. However he was relieved when she greeted him with a cheery smile and put his breakfast before him. As he was eating, she went about her work in the kitchen and made no mention of what had happened the previous evening.”* Read the rest of this entry »
“WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen. Read the rest of this entry »