Sex in Montpellier

“I hope that you have read chapters 1 & 2. If not I encourage you to.”

“Tom, the telephone is for you. Carrie is on the line.”

“Yes Carrie, Tom and I are both fine. We just finished a nice chicken dinner that I fixed.”

“Tom, are you coming?”

“Ruth, I’ll be just a minute. Talk to Carrie for a second or two please.”

“Carrie, Tom will be here in just one minute. How are you dear?”

“You must stay in Denver for one more night? Not till Friday night. That’s too bad. I’ll see you Friday night then. Here’s Tom, I love you dear.” (continue reading…)

“Boy this is the life,” Marca mumbled out loud while slathering her naked body with a generous helping of sunscreen! After being cooped up in the city for weeks this past year, she just had to get away. The photographer she had just worked for said she could use his cottage that he had on a small hidden island in the West Indies right in the middle of the BVI’s.

To get to this small island she had to take American Airlines to Port Rica and than a short flight to the BVI capitol Roadtown and than a boat with all her supplies for the few days she was to be here. She had put her things up in the small one bedroom wooded cottage three days ago and had as yet not seen another single solitary soul, which was just fine with her. (continue reading…)

I was 18, going on 19, when my oldest brother was getting married. My parents had waited quite a while before they had me. Besides him, I have three more older brothers. Everyone said that I was an accident. There was only room for three men in his wedding party so I was left out with nothing better to do than watch and run errands. Just as well. I really didn’t want to go through the whole process of a wedding if it wasn’t going to be mine.

He was marrying a girl he had met while he was away at college doing graduate studies. She was very pretty; a knockout. I hoped that I could find a girl half as good as she looked when I went to college in a couple of weeks. They were all going to rehearsal that evening so I thought that I would tag along and watch the activities. I went with my parents because I didn’t own a car of my own yet. I stayed in the background as everyone mingled and waited for the rehearsal to start. I was standing in a corner minding my own business when I heard my brother call me. (continue reading…)

“For background to this story, see “Pet Teacher” and “Mike Meets Jenna and Her Strapon”.”

Stella was horny. Since her husband left her six months earlier for a slender young woman, she hadn’t been laid and her vibrator, although better than nothing, wasn’t getting the job done. What she needed was a man who wanted to use his tongue and was good at it and who had a nice, big cock that could fill her pussy the way she wanted it filled. Although her face was smooth and attractive, she was 55 years old and thought of herself as fat. No man that she knew of was interested and she believed and was afraid that no man ever again would be. (continue reading…)

Hello ladies. Yes, this story is addressed specifically to you (but I know the guys are going to love it, too).

A lot of women who read my work have emailed me saying they masturbate imaging themselves as my sluts.

As I have said before there is nothing sexier about a woman than her mind. She may have a luscious blowjob mouth, big fuckable tits, the juiciest pussy but if she doesn’t release her slutdom she’s nothing but a distant jerk off fantasy.

All women are sluts at some time of their lives - when they just want to fuck and suck and think of little else, masturbating three or four times a day if they don’t have their fuck partner handy. Even the plainest of women… (continue reading…)

The best lovemaking of my life, was the first.

When I was eleven years old we moved from the city to the country. My mother’s first new friend was a lady from a neighboring farm. She was several years younger than my mother and had three daughters, one a year older than me and the other two younger by one and three years. For the first several years I enjoyed riding bike and doing other kid things with the three daughters but around the time I turned fifteen I started to notice their mother.

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It was a few days before spring break in my senior year of high school, when I first saw Monica as a sexy lady. She was about 40 years old, and always had a very sweet smile on her light, skinned face. She had, short brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. Most times, a very big smile and a little sparkle in her eye for me. Being a dumb shit 18 teen year old high school guy with hormones going wild for my fellow female students. I never really noticed.

Monica, was our bus driver. She was a widow, and there were so many rumors about her I don’t think anybody really knew a thing about her. She lived and owned the farm next to my families. She had married an older man right out of high school. They weren’t married a year until he passed away, leaving Monica a very big farm, and tons of money. (continue reading…)

The first thing I ever noticed about Lady B were her legs. They were gorgeous.

Her upper body was hidden by the side of a wing-backed chair but stretching out over the side of the chair were her legs, endlessly long and clad in a pair of black seamed nylon stockings, the rounded white thighs above that wide band of dark double webbing bisected by black suspender straps. They were perfection - totally erotic, beautifully shaped, warm soft flesh which made you automatically lick your lips - in anticipation of licking her lips — upper and lower, outer and inner. (continue reading…)

You haven’t lived until you have experienced the lust of an older woman! I have been particularly attracted to woman 15 to 20 years older than myself. There is a confidence that radiates from them. Even when I was 18 I found many of my girlfriend’s mothers to be sexier than they were.

To my surprise now that I am in my forties I still find woman in their mid-fifties to mid sixties sexier than the woman my own age. I wonder if when I am seventy if I will seek 90 year old ladies. It is an encounter with a woman 18 years older than myself I want to tell you about. (continue reading…)

It seemed very strange waking up with Mel beside me. Kait had left the bed without disturbing either of us. A glance at the clock told me it was 7:45.

As my eyes opened I wondered what to do. My morning erection was testament to the fact that I was still healthy but I remembered I had a physical scheduled.

Mel looked very appealing as I stared at her sleeping form. The soft skin of her shoulders and neck was exposed. The sheet rose with the swell of her breasts. Her head was turned my way, her right arm stretched towards my pillow. I pondered the thought that I might fuck her in the immediate future. I also decided that clearing it with Kait first would be a good idea. I studied Mel and gently twiddled with my cock as I pondered the practicalities. (continue reading…)