The hairbrush glides through locks of silver with a lavender hue. Soft moans escape her lips, and her eyes flutter, revealing sheer and utter bliss. Hands roam softly over ageless skin, cradling luscious breasts as her nipples stand at attention for him....
Green Crack. Not exactly the sexiest of names, Jack mused as he lit the bowl and took a long, slow drag of the pungent weed. No matter the name, it was still a great high. Still, it seemed to him that a weed that not only made cares recede but also sent t...
Ian pulls into the garage of his house and we go in through the back door into the kitchen. We have the lightning tour. Everything is tidy as I suspected it would be, and clean. He tells me he has a husband and wife whip through every two weeks who make t...
There were no two ways about it, Julia thought, as she managed to park her bright yellow and sporty little car in front of the house that she was to mind for a week or so. What the agency had told her about Gerry Madeley’s place was soon to be seen in eve...
Betty came down the basement stairs and was greeted with a chorus of "Happy birthday!" Betty paused with her hand on the railing and looked around the room. She counted seven men, plus Ted, standing naked and clapping, their cocks weaving and bobbing, all...
There was an episode of the old Paul Reiser/Helen Hunt sitcom, Mad About You, where Jamie (played by Hunt) was having a conversation with her best friend Fran (played by Leila Kenzle) and Fran said, “I think I’m having a good ass day.” She had come to tha...
Topless, Zoe fondled husband Rob’s thick cock. They sipped their Martinis. After a frantic week at their busy workplaces this was the regular Friday night wind-down ritual. Ditto the intense sex that followed. The sexual routine was always the same. Why c...
Things were tense when we got home, less between my wife and me than between Travis and his mom. The two of them went out a few days later for a very, very long dinner. When they got home, both had been crying, but the tension had largely gone. Later that...
Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one slid down her cheek. “Charlie, baby. We n...
Hannah looked at the canvas she had placed on the easel before her, the noisy bustle of fellow artists in the club failing to distract her as she cast a critical eye over what was still a work in progress. It had been started during her break at the famil...
Marie Quinn, aged forty-seven, was visiting a derelict abbey in the English countryside. She had visited it in the past and had rented a cottage in the area intending to visit picturesque villages and places of historic interest that she knew from years b...
Elspeth saw Guy slow to a stop on the road beyond the front garden wall of her apartment block. She knew that the long wait to be with him was finally at an end. They had met quite by chance when on holiday in Sardinia, she with her husband at the time, a...
As forty-seven-year-old Marie Quinn wandered around the castle that she had not visited for several years, her mind was not on what she was seeing. Her mind was both going back over all the things that had happened since she entered the village pub on her...
Marie Quinn examined the two red lines across her buttocks in the dressing table mirror when she got up in the morning. The red lines were cane marks, and they had been applied to her forty-seven-year-old bottom in the cottage next door the previous eveni...
"I'm too old." He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Oh, you really shouldn't have said that." Before I knew it, my skirt, blouse, and panties were mingling with his shirt, trousers, and boxers over a low-hanging branch. "Take my hand," he offered. My breasts b...
