Sex in Montpellier

I had been talking with a guy from near Branson for about 6 months, he was divorced and had a son staying with him He seemed to be a real nice guy and was in his late 30s, his son was 18. Well one evening I received a chat request from him and as we talked, he invited me to come down to Branson on the following weekend to meet and go out, we had exchanged a number of pictures and even some nudes so I was interested in meeting him, my husband was out of town again on business so that was no problem and the drive was only about 6 hours so I said yes. I told him I could come down on Friday afternoon and would need to come back on Sunday afternoon, he said great and told me to go to a guarded parking lot in the main part of Branson’s show district and that he would meet me there with his car. I agreed and started packing a suitcase for my trip. (continue reading…)

*George:*

I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur’s front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell.

Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends.

I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to a certain yen to watch women pee. Both had a fascination for older women. We had infrequent or no meaningful sex with our wives. We had exchanged nude photographs of them. Recently, Arthur had emailed, “Wouldn’t you like to fuck my wife?” (continue reading…)

*Chapter 5: Betsy, part 1*

Betsy followed me home, but once inside my apartment she seemed a little hesitant. “Having second thoughts?”

“No, I’m just not sure how I should proceed. I’m breaking new ground here and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, we didn’t come here to play cards, checkers or chess. We both know why we are here and we both know the mechanics of that so I guess a reasonable place to start would be to take our clothes off.”

“What, no romance? No hugs or kisses, just get to it?” (continue reading…)

“Maybe Mr. Smith would like to tell us what he thinks.” I was suddenly jolted back to reality by the voice of my teacher. Realising I had been daydreaming again she’d spotted me and brought it to the attention of everyone else in the lecture hall, much to my reddening embarrassment.

“Sorry Miss, I was miles away” I apologised.

“You certainly were Mr Smith, see me afterwards please.” A derisory cheer went up from everyone else as I tried to return my focus to her lecture. The problem was, and what she had failed to realise, what that she, Miss Hayes, was actually the subject of my daydreaming fantasies. (continue reading…)

The first several weeks of college passed in a blur of new friends, difficult classes, studying, and the occasional party. Mike found himself generally too busy to be homesick even though this was really the first time he had been away from his parents and hometown for more than a couple of nights.

His biggest adjustment to college was the general lack of privacy of dorm life. He went from having his house to himself virtually every weekend to having to share a small room with another person all the time. Fortunately, he and his roommate got along pretty well and enjoyed hanging out together. (continue reading…)

“In Ch. 1, I met a mature lady, Emma, who became my lover; she left for Florida in October 1963; before she left, she introduced me to Bev.”

November 1963: I had not heard from Emma since she moved to Florida; I assumed she was busy with her new life. Two weeks after Emma left for Florida, on a Wednesday evening, I went to Charly”s. After I sat at the bar, I saw Bev talking to May, the blonde, mature, waitress. When she saw me, she smiled and said warmly:

“Hi Billy, nice to see you. Sit next to me. This”s my friend, May,” and introduced me to the blonde waitress. (continue reading…)

Valerie and I went to Daytona Beach to be with my family for Thanksgiving last year. We had gotten there a couple days early to have a little fun with Val’s flashing. After checking in at our motel and eating supper, we decided to go to a nearby dance club for dancing and flashing. Valerie pulled out a little halter dress which she had made, and that I knew nothing about. It was red with a 10 to 12 inch skirt. The waist of the skirt rode low, about 3 or 4 inches below her belly button. The halter went around her neck straight down to her skirt. (continue reading…)

Yvonne and Tom sat snuggling a little while on the couch. Out of nowhere, he asked her, “Are there women you know now the ones you want to become personally involved with or have some kind of intimacy with honey?”

That question broke the ice. It helped a lot. Even though there was a lot of tension between them, she and Tom were a little uptight about everything. Tom was and knowing Yvonne as well as he did, he was sure she was tense and uncomfortable.

When he asked the question, he heard her sigh; she turned towards him, and that smile that he fell in love with, appeared on her mug. Happy to see it, it made him feel more accepting of it all with Yvonne. That made him think, “Yes, I suppose she still does love me.” (continue reading…)

I stood there for 10 minutes, still weak in the knees from Tammy’s blowjob. Finally I gathered my strength, pulled my pants up, got back on the fork truck and began driving back up to the front. I had to drive slowly for two reasons, first to make sure that all the dock doors had been closed and second, I just didn’t have the strength to go any faster. The blowjob from Tammy had drained my strength as well as the cum from my cock. Also I wasn’t in a big hurry due to the fact that Tammy had to walk to the front and I wanted to give her time to get home and be ready when I arrived. (continue reading…)

“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I just thought I would take a second to put a disclaimer on this story. This story deals with the main character Wendy becoming extremely dominant and aggressive it is almost a non-consent story but with the tables turned. The men are at the mercy of Wendy here. Gets a little extreme at times; you”ve been warned. Enjoy. VV. ”

She could trace the moment she changed back to a single second. She had left her husband of twelve years, two years ago. She had married late in life because she couldn”t believe anyone would want to be with her after they knew of her problem. She was thirty-nine on the day she left. Now, she had no children and she would be forty-one in a few weeks. Ken, her boyfriend, was fed up with her prudishness she knew he would leave her soon so she bit the bullet and let him seduce her. And the same thing happened on that day as had happened so many times previously. You see, Wendy ejaculates. Not a trickle, not a squirt; many gushes. When she cums she goes off like a bottle of champagne. (continue reading…)