Sex in Montpellier

Barry was being treated to a meal tonight, and as all three of them sat at their table, which was tucked in the corner, Barry noted how secluded it was. The tablecloth covered a good foot of the table all around, and the lighting, (in this case, candle lit tables) gave the place a nice atmosphere.

His wife had just recently discovered Barry and her mother were more than close friends, and wanted to show it didn’t bother her. So, she’d thought up this idea, and was paying for it out of her own pocket. (continue reading…)

“Readers, this story is a continuation of my previous story Uncle Dave: my favourite babysitter. Enjoy. I look forward to your feedback.”

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Travelling home on the train, deep in thought…

It’s coming up so quickly. My wedding day that is. In 2 weeks I’ll be walking down the aisle in my beautiful dress. All the arrangements are in place, now I’m just waiting for the day to arrive. My girlfriends and I had a great weekend away together getting pampered with massages, manicures, pedicures, you know, all that girlie stuff and then we danced the night away at nightclub and had fun in the casino. (continue reading…)

“The following is a true story that happened not too long ago. Many men my age would love for something like this to happen to them. I will relate the story to the best of my memory.”

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I am an older guy in my early 60’s, still in good shape, salt and pepper gray hair, 6′ 0″, 200 lbs., and considered distinguished looking with rugged good looks. I have never had much of a problem attracting women, and have always dated younger women, usually 10 to 15 years younger. For some reason, I seem to relate to them a lot better than I do with women my age. (continue reading…)

Hello again, I have yet another erotic story to share with you all. As you may recall, I had a torrid affair with one of the sweet young divorcees in my neighborhood. There are several very sexy lonely women, but this particular one that I spent so much time with had a teenage daughter. Well, this young lady matured very fast and when she turned eighteen, she was doing more than just turning heads.

This young lass is definitely following in her mother’s footsteps, I swear that on some nights, there are huge crowds of young men at her door wishing to court her favors. Her name is Tiffany and she is every bit of the seductress that her dear mother was. This sexy young girl is almost five feet - six inches tall, with brown eyes and long beautiful brown hair and weighs about ninety pounds soaking wet. (continue reading…)

Yet another wintry sky blotted the horizon and made the thought of taking ageing bones along with a younger woman’s mind to the South Seas.

Malaria?

Crocodiles?

Oh dear. The Hawaii Hilton perhaps and don’t go outdoors except to ride in a cab to a restaurant for a lonely meal or brighten the day for the eighth day running by trolling through Ala Moana Center for something not sighted previously. Oh yawn.

Maggie McPherson was sure this episode of her favorite soap was being mistakenly re-run again – it looked so familiar. But then again didn’t all episodes look familiar? She thought of booking in at the hairdresser’s but they probably would say they had nothing available for another fortnight because they knew she’d only been there yesterday. (continue reading…)

*- A Ms. Neb Story -*

She just came right out and said it. We were just having a casual lunch like we had done many times before. The subject matter was the usual girl talk and then out if the clear blue, she said it.

“I need to tell you something Julie. Matt’s and my sex life is OK but it really needs spicing up. My fantasies have been running so strong lately. They have been driving me crazy.”

I just sat there in complete silence. I didn’t know what to say. As she kept talking, there seemed to be an increasing sense of desperation in her tone. (continue reading…)

Woe is me, I waited until I was in my early thirties and slightly overweight to get freaky. Well, maybe not freaky in the true sense of the word, but freaky for me. And who am I? I’m your average housewife. My husband makes a butt load of money, so even though we have a lot of bills, I still don’t have to work. When I say a butt load I mean by the average American standard not the Bill Gates standard.

I grew up in an average middle class family. I have one older brother and one younger sister. My dad was very strict, so I didn’t date much. Okay, I didn’t date at all during high school except for an occasional school dance. By the time I graduated I had kissed two guys, once each. So needless to say I did not get much experience during my teen years. (continue reading…)

I was 17 when my family moved from Denver Colorado to Houston Texas. And I was NOT happy about it. Leaving my lifetime friends, everything I had ever known, moving into a 2-story house in a Hot as Hell place called Houston. I knew no one, only a month from graduation. My life sucked! I did graduate late at 18, but not from the School I had wanted to, my friends and I stayed in touch through the Internet and sometimes phone calls. What I missed most though was my girlfriend Misty. Damn she was beautiful, Long Blonde Hair, Deep Blue Eyes and the hottest body in our town, well, their town now. I was a Houstonite now. Shit it sounds like a Space Rock or something. (continue reading…)

As I’ve detailed in previous stories, I’m a very lucky guy because I have to be married to one of the horniest women on the planet. Later I plan to write some fictional stories but to this point, this letter and my prior ones have all been 100% true.

T, my wife of 16 years, loves to be fucked. While she doesn’t cum every time, the majority of the time she does and then she goes off like a rocket ship. I love to eat her and feel her pussy convulse as she cums or watch her eyes almost roll back into her head when she’s riding me. Oh, and the sounds she makes when she cums are just impossible to describe. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. (continue reading…)

If you asked our friends and neighbors, “Hey, what kind of couple are Ingrid and Ben?”, I’m sure they’d all say, “Oh, they’re very nice, very quiet.” Just another dull suburbanite couple, laid-back and conservative.

Appearances, as they say, can be deceiving.

Maybe my friends would mention the fact that I’m a very attractive woman, the archetypical Scandinavian beauty, with pale, ice-blonde hair, china blue eyes, and flawless alabaster skin. But I wonder what they would think if they happened upon me sunbathing nude in my back yard-which I do all summer-and saw the rings that I wear in my pierced nipples, navel, and labia. Not the sort of thing a respectable housewife in her thirties is supposed to indulge in. (continue reading…)