Cute Girls

“*To the reader*: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an “older” man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane.

His marital situation – 40 years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for “wifely duties” during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for “reproduction purposes” during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 40 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. (more…)

“I don’t know… I’m really considering signing with the other label.” Chris said while laid back on his couch with unopened boxes and unplaced clutter all around him. He had to pick the hottest week of the summer to move to New York. “I’ve got to look out for my people, you know we started our own company before I even got on. Y’all don’t seem like you wanna give me my chance to really shine, really be independent.”

“Verbal, before you think of the future, you gotta remember the present. Intercept ain’t gonna put out the promotion like we will. They are not gonna care about you getting rights to your own publishing, taking care of your personal assets. They are on some real hippy-dippy “express yourself” bullshit, always have been. That’s why they need you to lift them out of the hole they’ve dug for themselves. Of course they gonna let you be independent because they don’t care. No guidance, no love. We are here for YOU.” The young executive rambled on to Chris. “We’re here for your talent. We do things differently here. We treat you like family. YOU first. Once you’re straight, you can do your own thing. My focus is to sell and promote your content. You’re the talent we need right now. Hip-hop is big and getting bigger. They need someone distinguishable from all the other posers in the crowd. Let me know what you wanna do, let me know soon.” (more…)

*Chapter 10 – The Prospect of Sleeping Alone*

A man walks into a bar…

Nothing unusual in that. He’s walked into this particular bar practically every night. Tonight though, there’s a difference. Sabine is away.

She has a modelling assignment in Manchester. Not a very glamorous assignment, it should be said, just catalogue work but it pays the bills. This will be their first night apart in – how long have they been together? Ten weeks is seventy nights, plus two ‘coz it’s Wednesday. This would have been their seventy second night together. (more…)

I never dreamed I’d be one of those people who have a sexual relationship with a co-worker. Mostly that’s because I’m happily married and have been for more than twenty years. A second reason is I’ve always felt that having relationships at work is wrong. It isn’t that I haven’t given some of the females where I work some thought. I’ve spent some daydreaming time having fantasies about a few of my female colleagues. The third reason is I have friendships with quite a few of my female coworkers and have never wanted to mess up those friendships. I’ve seen sex screw up too many perfectly good friendships. (more…)

I stepped up to her and gently kissed her on the lips, drew away and said softly, “I have loved you for a very long time.”

Jane looked into my eyes and said, “Where do we go from here?”

I had secretly loved this woman and never knew what to do. I knew her husband was a shit and never gave her the attention she wanted/needed. Jane was a beautiful statuesque woman with very full breasts and full hips. Shoulder length blond hair and a face like an angel. I have seen her melt like butter in my hands and have seen her hold her ground in business deal acting like the tuff professional she is. Was she out of my league? (more…)

Saturday

A crowd of them came back from the bar to Toni”s apartment. They had been in the bar for some time and so were well lubricated. Somehow the subject turned to sex scenes in books.

“Do you like erotic stories?” Chris asked Toni.

“I prefer the real thing,” Toni replied smugly, thinking of her boyfriend who would be waiting for her later on, a twinge of arousal tugging at her crotch.

“What do you mean?” Chris continued.

“Well…sex.”

“But that”s just sex, that”s not erotic.” (more…)

“Trish couldn”t help it, she had to have Andrew”s cock again. Feeling it huge inside her was completeness. The bulb of his head sliding deep in her, thrusting past each vaginal muscle made her groan. She watched David”s eyes as she rode Andrew”s hard cock, felt his hands grasp her hips. Her mouth simply gaped with each thrust. David stood on the bed, walked over and planted his feet on either side of Andrew”s head, his flaccid cock before Trish”s eyes. Trish was content with Andrew”s cock pistoning in and out of her, had her on a plateau of pleasure, his head reaching deep inside, his shaft opening and filling her whole pussy, but this was her husband. She bent forward as he braced her shoulders and took the hanging flesh in her mouth… she sucked long and deep, her mind concentrating on Andrew”s cock. She loved this fuck since Andrew had already cum several times, he would stay hard as she rode him deep. She must have sucked hard on David”s cock, because it was growing stiff in her mouth. David clenched his fingers on her shoulders hard as she scraped her teeth across his cock, while she bucked her hips furiously, while she ground her pussy hard on Andrew”s cock. When she felt Andrew”s lips, then his teeth against her nipple, she squealed deep in her cock filled throat.” (more…)