Big Jim lived in the mountains of western Washington, where the rocky peaks were snow covered in the winter, with a lush evergreen forest covering their bases. In the summer he would throw his sleeping bag, cooler full of food, and fishing tackle, into his Bronco and explore the back country near his home.
He did this alone, because he had never met a lady that enjoyed the solitude, beauty, and the rugged purity of this country. If the truth was told, he couldn’t find anyone that could
I had grown accustomed to the ordeal of waking up to the electrifying sensation that accompanied the sight of Jason’s beautiful pink lips wrapped around my cock. He was, undoubtedly, the most gorgeous man that had ever come into my life. A ruggedly handsome face, framed by a French beard that always smelled of my cum and spiky jet black hair that made me melt each time he ran his fingers through them; all that was just an added bonus to the extremely lovable personality that I had fallen
I looked at Katt’s oddly pretty face as she stood in my doorway. It was a little bit of a surprise to me that she was there, she never once before ever dropped by, not by herself.
Certainly not at 10 in the morning on a Wednesday.
Her husband Mark was probably part of the reason I never saw her by herself, he always appeared to be a bit controlling, short with her.
He made little cutting comments to her all the time, telling her something she said was stupid when she offered an opinion.
Standing next to His car, He looked at the entrance of the school building where she worked. Waiting for her, He had as evil grin forming on His lips.
As she finished her last class, she yawned and stretched her muscles. Pushing her stuff into her book bag, she looked at her watch and walked down the hall toward her car. People were shouting their goodbyes for the long vacation ahead.
She reached her little sedan and didn’t even look up at the man, who was now sitting in his dark luxury car
As I closed my car door and stepped toward my house, a small voice cracked like leather on an old saddle called out, “Alan, you’ve got a package over here.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Taylor. I’ll be over in just a minute.”
I carried my satchel into the house and picked up a envelop of photographs I’d just gotten developed the day before.
My elderly neighbor, Sue Taylor, would enjoy seeing the images, so it would be a way of repaying her generosity.
My wife and I
The mom’s set the rules and Dad gets involved.
I woke in the night, to find Aunt Marie sliding into my bed. I felt her cuddle up to me, her hand wandering mischievously.
“That was mean of you, Jeremy, to let me fall asleep in the horny clutches of my son. Your Momma had him so worked up, he had to take it out on me,” she pouted.
I drew her in close, hoping she wouldn’t try to do anything. I wanted her, don’t get me wrong, but not enough to endure the wrath of Mom.
It had only been six days since Dolly Hamlin and Dr. Vince Ferugia had consummated their blossoming torrid relationship. To Dolly, the days had flown by in a rosy romantic haze that she had never experienced before. To Dr. Vince, the growing fullness in his balls and the soaring remembrance of his initial intimacies in experiencing the glorious body of his new paramour was a opening to a new world of sensual excitement.
The two were thrown together in the regular visits to the nursing home
It would be easy to discount the occurrences of the last week as a fantasy, a fleet of fancy or even a dream had I not had the evidence before me. Three pairs of pretty, sexy, women’s panties, each enchantingly sheer undergarment of delicate lace and silk defining the character of their wearer in colour shape and style, each still bearing the distinctive intoxicating fragrance of the woman who had scented them with her exquisite sex and soaked them with abundant juices.
As I felt drawn to
NOTE: Different perspectives (Third Person, and switching off of characters). This is my first time posting my work on an erotic space, please be kind. Enjoy!
*Third Person*
It was a breezy spring day and the family was planning to go for a little road trip. To visit some family. Lacey and Ryan were sitting at the back of the car, windows all the way down, both lost in their own worlds. Driving was Lacey’s stepfather and beside him, Lacey’s mother.
Lacey’s full attention was
I’d been waiting for Chase to come home all day so when the clock on the wall said three past five I was ready to explode. I’d been texting him cryptic messages since the morning, little notes that I knew only he could understand but I made sure he wouldn’t be able to guess my biggest surprise. I waited on the couch, nonchalantly reading a magazine, loving the way the glossy pages felt against my bare legs.
I wasn’t really paying attention to the articles, just skimming
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