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A Friendly Jog

A couch potato gets fit and discovers that a friendly jog can lead to a lot more.

It’s funny what a love for running can lead to. For most of my life, I was a certified couch potato. In my twenties, I would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested going out for a friendly jog. That term was an oxymoron, I’d point out, like jumb...

Off-Season Surprise

April finds a girl to entertain Luke while she's at work

April sat at work, frustrated. She was tired and stressed about her boyfriend, Luke. The off-season was always rough for him, but sometimes she felt like his boredom took more of a toll on her than him. So there April sat at her desk, scheming in an effor...

The Barter System

After a late night run, Sienna really, really wants that ice cream and is prepared to trade for it

Running. There were some consequences of a brisk jog that Sienna always could rely on. Firstly, it always made her sweat, of course, and she secretly enjoyed the way the salty, sticky perspiration pasted her running top and leggings to her skin. Second, t...

Sexually Active Seniors in Little Rock

I meet and older couple on a jogging trail and end up fucking the wife and sucking the husband.

My wife, Sheila, and I were apprehensive about our recent move to Little Rock, Arkansas. That was especially true since we were moving away from our grown children and their families in Florida. But my big promotion to a senior executive position at the c...

Morning Run

Maya has some unexpected company on her morning run.

Maya placed one sneaker-clad foot against the tire of her car and stretched out a toned leg. She tipped her head back, enjoying the early morning sun caressing the skin of her bare shoulders. She wore a low-cut tank top over her sports bra and tight runni...

The Pool

Summer jogger happens upon interesting action

It was a very humid night out and the jog was really making me work up a sweat. I had forgot my water bottle and was dying for a drink. The trails weave in and out of the backs of houses and being a late summer evening you could smell the aroma of lingeri...

The Fucking Welcome Wagon

When the neighborhood women piss me off, I set my sights on their men.

I take a long, cold sip of my lemonade (spiked with vodka), wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead, and silently curse the previous owners of my new house for letting their garden go to hell. It is a brutally hot afternoon, but I am bound and determined...

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White Mouth for My Black Pussy

I start jogging with my white neighbor's husband and we end up sucking each other and fucking.

The 1960s were a tumultuous time for racial relations in our country, especially in the South, but I feel that by the 1980s great progress had been made. My name is Sandra, and my husband Mitchell and I are black. We both went to college, and after gradua...

Runner's high

You never know who you will meet on a morning's run in the park

The running trail where I do my daily jog is a gently winding track along the riverside that skirts the public golf course, detours through a couple of lightly wooded areas and otherwise keeps close to the river's edge. It's a scenic route that brings rel...