Last winter, an early snowstorm allowed me to experience one of the greatest nights of my life. The weatherman had predicted only flurries but once again Mother Nature had the last say. The company I work for isn’t too large so everyone knows each other. We all kid with each other and nothing is ever taken too seriously. One of the women that I work with is Christine. She is divorced and has been working at the company for about twenty years. She is a few years older than me. I think she’s 48 and I’m 36. She’s tall, about 5′8″, a little on the heavy side, but not fat, she’s solid. Her tits are average, not too big and not too small. Read more…
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“All right, girls, party’s over,” he said. “Don’t you know this is a public park?” His voice was deep and manly, with a strong Noo Yawk accent. He got down off his horse and came toward us, taking his summons book from his back pocket. Shit. We’re going to get written up. The horse stood still, breathing hard in the hot weather.
The blonde woman gets up. “Please officer, we weren’t hurting anyone. We didn’t mean to cause trouble. Can’t you just let us go home?”
I got up too and turned around to face him. “Please,” I say. “I promise it won’t happen again.” He hesitates, like any man would, seeing my big juicy rack for the first time. We were only a couple feet apart. He was young, dark-haired, Italian-looking, sort of like a John Travolta type from Brooklyn. He seemed tough, very macho, with strong, hairy forearms and big hands. His nameplate read DiNardo. Read more…
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*A Fond Farewell*
The week with Sue went all too quickly. Unfortunately I had to work a couple of evenings so we didn’t see each other as much as we all would have liked. Vicky and Sue had other things to do as well. I suggested to Tony that we make her last night on the Thursday a memorable one.
“You mean just in case she doesn’t remember any of the rest of the week?” he said rather dryly.
I phoned Vicky from work and invited the two of them for supper. I warned that it would be nothing grand. The last supper! No miracles! Read more…
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She hadn’t known such pleasure existed.
Lying in the warm aftermath of the orgasmic tidal wave her dark lover had just put her through, Miranda wondered with no small amount of dismay if it was over.
God, she hoped not.
He slipped away from her and out of the bed and she made a keening sound of need in her throat. Even though she was sure he was a big man, he moved with utter silence in the room and she waited for the door to open and close, then thought crazily, since he hadn’t fucked her or forced her to perform oral sex, that he wouldn’t leave until he’d had at least one orgasm as well. Surely not. Read more…
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I met Kathi through an online dating site. We both loved writing. My skills were the creative kind, hers more focused on the craft — good grammar, proper wording, that sort of thing. We were a great match. Her passion for life equaled if not exceeded mine. The early days were like a magical trip into the world of Ali Baba complete with flying carpet and cave that opened via the words “Open Saysme.” The cave in this case was her heart and the lovely cavern between her legs. The word soul mate was ever on our lips as though it was not just the way our bodies connected but our minds, our hearts, our souls. Read more…
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I am a 32 y/o white male, single, living in Sacramento, California. Every since I was a teenager, I’ve had a thing for older women. I had my first sexual experience with an older woman when I was 19. She was 45. I’ve been hooked ever since. Although I date several women my own age, I always seem to have an older girl friend as well. About 6 months ago, I moved into a new apartment, and I got the opportunity to really indulge myself in this regard. Let me explain.
It wasn’t long after moving in that the property manager - Gina, a 56 year old married woman - and I started checking each other out. I sure liked what I saw. Gina, of Italian heritage, looked every day of her 56 years, but she was still sexy as hell. A short, somewhat chubby, feisty little spitfire type. About 5′3″ and 140 lbs. Dark, olive complexion. Close cropped salt and pepper hair and glasses. Small breasts, a bit of a tummy, wide hips, substantial ass, and thick thighs. Small on the top, and heavy through the middle and bottom. Just the way I like’m. Read more…
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Making my way through the steam, light clouds surround me…following the sounds of falling water, the sounds of the shower. I wonder to myself, who could be here at Syds’ after hours, who else has a key?
As I get closer…in a pale light I can make out a form…a tall…voluptuous form…the goddess. Her back is to me…she is unaware of my presence. I am stopped in my tracks…the moist and hot air clinging to me…but the heat I feel now has no comparison.
Watching the water dance over her body…droplets bouncing…splashing…coating her every inch. Slowly her head turns ever so slightly … looking over her shoulder…seeing me entranced by her…giving me a smile and a little wink. Read more…
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At 4:30 or shortly after, Stacey was fully dressed and ready to go. Danny had to pickup his girlfriend at 5, and so needed to drop Stacey off at the mall by quarter to. At the door she put her arms around him and looked into his eyes.
“I had an amazing time,” she said, “when will I see you again?”
“As soon as humanly possible.” He replied, smiling. He slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed it softly over her thin dress.
“I love you.” She said.
“I love you too.” She kissed him tenderly, and he pulled her close. They made out at the doorway for a couple of minutes, succeeding only in working each other up. Read more…
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“This is purely a writing exercise from months ago that I just looked at again…”
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Miami. Shit. I was still in Miami. Hurricane central. I looked around the hotel room as I slowly woke up from my evening nap. It was all coming back. The miserable business trip. Friday night. The memo. My headache. My Sales Manager from hell.
My old-fashioned, Midwest printing company was hopelessly outclassed. We were offering tours of our plant and pens and notepads. My competition was giving away Cuban cigars and hosting trips to strip-clubs. I think they were even providing hookers, not to mention meeting our prices. I had fallen asleep writing a scathing memo that would probably get me fired. I didn’t have much to lose and had fallen asleep in my hotel room. Read more…
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Today I did something I never dreamed of doing. I let D touch me. After being married for 25 years, and NEVER being touched by another man, this was more than a small thrill. My entire pussy throbs, and I am so wet, I feel my pussy juice run all the way back and up my ass crack. I just came home from work, panties flooded.
He’s been teasing at work for many months. His flirting always had a serious tone…I always new he meant it. Normally, I just laughed him off, and made jokes about his long line of women. Today, was very unexpected and different. He came in my office with his partner and shut the door. Immediately, he was kissing my neck, running his hands through my hair, and all over my body. To his partner, witnessing this, I assume all he saw was a joke…….But, in reality, D’s hands running over my right breast, had me feeling that old needy feeling in my pussy. It surprised me, and delighted me, to the point where after I shooed the 2 of them from my office, I sat and thought of how nice it felt, and how very much I would like that again and more! Read more…
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