Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
......we are on our couch in front of a fire with you snuggled up next
to me. "Do you know anything about Ds?" you ask me. I smile and pull
your arms behind your back and kiss you deeply. I pick you up and carry
you to our bedroom........lay you flat on your back naked on our bed. I
get some of my neckties from the closet and a length of clothesline
appears from somewhere. I first tie your arms spread wide...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
As I stepped into Starbucks for my coffee break like most teachers do, I
felt that sigh of great relief from the cold as the warm air hit my
body. That feeling is worth whatever they charge for their damn coffee.
Autumn, although cold, is such a beautiful time. It wasn't freezing
quite yet, but the gentle breeze has a habit of biting at my ears after
too much time outside.
I wish this place were a little...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
When work finished that Friday, a group of us from the office went to
the bar at the base of our building, as we did on most Friday evenings.
I was particularly looking forward to this get-together as I knew that
Emily, the girl who had started with us that week, would be coming
along. I had been attracted to Emily the moment my boss brought her
over to my desk to introduce her. She was a slim, small-breasted...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
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Connie woke up slowly, gently prodded along by the sunlight peeking
through the blinds. She took a moment to orient herself. I don't
have piles of books on top of my computer, she thought. Then she
remembered where she was and tentatively turned her head. Simon lay
behind her, his hand on her waist, sleeping like a log.
Her first instinct was to jump out of the bed, but she quieted...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
Phimie was staring in shock up at the man in front of her, she was so
shocked by what he was demanding of her she didn't realise Jess was
speaking to her.
"Phi? Hellooo?" She said again.
Scott frowned and nudged her breaking her out of her paralysis.
"Oh sorry what?" She whispered still unable to get her voice back.
"The kids are asking if you could continue the story after tea. Is that
okay with you?"...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
My Hot Wife Katie Chapter 1 Katie's First Facial
Katie and I had been married for 7 years and the sex had become boring.
We had two kids and it seemed we never had time to be alone. We were
never spontaneous and it seemed like she always demanded romance. Which
meant by the time we made supper, cleaned up, had family time, and
finally got the children to sleep there was no time left in the day for
romance....
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
Last Friday night one of our close friends stopped after work by for a
glass of wine or two. We hadn't seen Steve in a while and as you may
know from our other stories my wife Jolene and Steve are very close. We
have had the opportunity to include Steve in our sex lives frequently;
he is one of our closest friends. I opened a bottle of wine and Steve
and I visited on the patio, waiting for my wife to arrive....
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
Emily had been friends with Matt for ten years, and roommates for eight
of those years. They had met through their job, both being paramedics
for St. Mary's Hospital. He had already been with the hospital for a
year when she signed on after graduating from a local university. He
had been kind enough to show her the ropes of it all, making her feel
at ease being the new girl in town with the need to prove...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
The Christmas Bombshell.
Authors Notes: Well it that time of year again, the time when we all
drink far too much, and with any luck, get more sex over one fortnight
than we do in the next three months, Granted that happens in my house,
but hey....you've got to accept what you get.
The story you are about to read in totally true with a little creative
license taken. If you want to know more about the details...
Posted by admin | Dec 23rd, 2009
8.00am, 14 July, Bretignolles-Sur-Mer, Vendée, France
Paddy O'Doyle sauntered back up the gravel drive of the holiday gîte
which his family had rented for a well earned holiday. Cillian, his
five year old son, was holding his hand and dancing with excitement.
"Dad, Gran says we can see the fireworks tomorrow, can we?"
Paddy smiled, "Of course son. But only if you are good for Gran, any
fighting with your...