A pair of teal screamed out of the sky and headed for our decoys. He just loved teal marinated and slow roasted. Yum! Suddenly Sandy was on her feet yelling, “Quack, quack!” The teals flared and departed the area, out of gun range at mach two. “Damn it, Sandy, that’s three flights you’ve scared off with that stupid ‘quack, quack’ shit. Knock it off or I’ll leave you here in the marsh!” The only reason he didn’t leave her there is that he recognized it was his fault for asking her along in the first place. But how was he supposed to know what an idiot she’d turn out to…

I had a dream about you last night, and this what I wrote. I was standing on the balcony wearing my favorite black nightie with the spaghetti straps. You came up behind me and gently slid the strap off my right shoulder, carefully pushing my hair to the side and over my left shoulder. Your hands slowly fell down the length of my body, your fingers barely touching my sides. Then you kissed me softly in the spot where the strap had been laying across my skin. Slowly and gently you kissed my neck your tongue tracing a deliciously seductive path to my earlobe, as you kissed licked and sucked…

Hello! Come in to the Office! My name is Dr. Rita Jones, I’ll be your Doctor today. I understand that your problem is erectile dysfunction. That’s a common problem among men, so don’t feel concerned or embarrassed about it (giggle…) Now, I’ve examined your chart, and there are several effective medications we can try, with a low range of side effects and a high degree of efficacy (he’s not bad-looking, in a weird sort of way). Of course there’s always the old standby Prozac, although you should be aware that some studies indicate a current tendency to overprescribe that particular medication (did he just look at my tits?) Now, don’t…

I knew you never in a million years expected me to remember that this weekend was the first anniversary of the first time we made love, so I planned carefully. I made sure you had no plans with friends or family. Reservations at our favorite restaurant and the five-star hotel downtown, and for you, an appointment at a nearby day spa for an afternoon of pampering. Thankfully your boss is an old friend and I convince his to give you Friday afternoon off. So now here we are, after the manicure and pedicure, after the massage; after penne ala vodka and chocolate mousse, after the hand-holding and sweet wine-flavored kisses;…

For Don, who has always been my fan. Thanks for the idea, the historical background, and the willingness to let your mostly fictionalized past be posted here online. Thanks, hunny! :oD ————————————————- I met him in a bar off 6th St. Things were different then. It was the middle of the Korean War, 1951, and in our little town of Bridgeport there was enough patriot spirit left over from World War II that every available and able-bodied male was either a veteran or a serviceman. Some of the women were in service too, as WACs. You know, the Women’s Army Corps. Like Jeannie who worked at her husband’s garage- he…

Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing. Despite the fact that we had merely used each other as fucktoys, Elise’s departure left my heart with a permanent void. One that no amount of masturbating could fill. And believe me, I tried. Aside from pumping out two or three loads during work time, I also jacked off incessantly at home, in the privacy of my bedroom. As a result, from my parents’ point of view, I was constantly short-tempered – either from being horny, fatigued or both. After a couple of fallings-out and numerous endless discussions, they arrived at the inescapable conclusion that I was somehow depressed. And no matter how much I…

The affair began one day with a conversation on the Internet. We had met in one of those sites that specialize in married people. The site was for those that were unhappy, or at least unfulfilled in their personnel or sexual life as they sought someone else to fill the needs they had. My story was one of loneliness. My wife left for long periods of time, going to exotic places. I stayed at home with the kids and the laundry. When my wife was at home, sex wasn’t part of the equation much anymore. After 20 plus years, two kids, and menopause about to happen, the feelings of sexuality…

Darlene? Sandrine? Mary Sue? The hazy urban sun pressed down hard on every inch of the pavement and sidewalks laid out before her, and once again she thanked heavens the dry-cleaners were only a few blocks from the hotel. Her business in the city over and done with, it was a wonderful day to stay inside and make love before tomorrow brought the airport and the trip home! But she didn’t want to think of home just now. That brought Rob to mind, and he wouldn’t be waiting for her back home this time. But, she rejoined, that just meant what she was about to do this afternoon would be…

I massage my girl’s ass and play with her pussy until she wakes up. She grinds against my fingers and I push two in, eliciting a sweet curse from her. “Oh you wet wet, princess,” I growl in her ear from behind her. “You like that? You like daddy’s fingers massaging your pussy?” “Yes daddy! Don’t stop.” “Fuck my fingers baby, I want to feel you squeezing them hard when you come,” her pussy pulses. “Fuck! Ride my hand baby!” I curl my fingers inside her, quickly finding that rough patch inside her, her g-spot. She cries out and grabs my wrist, fucking herself onto my fingers harder. “Fuck me…

Tabitha is a voluptuous, rather pudgy thirty year old woman with long, blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and a love of sex, especially a love of cumming from having her pussy eaten. That’s not the only thing she likes, of course, but it is one of her favorites, and she always prefers to have my face between her legs early in the sex sessions we have together. Since I love having it there as much as she does, we have no disagreements about the fun things we do on her bed. The last time I had my face between her legs was last week, when she called me and…