Archive for September, 2007

Food

Friday, September 14th, 2007

The day is warm and sunny as I drive up to your house – perfect for
the picnic we’ve been planning for weeks. I tap the horn, and you
come running out of the house. As you cross the lawn, I take
advantage of the opportunity to watch your breasts bounce and your
body gracefully sway under the lightweight blue dress you’re wearing.
This is not without effect – when you reach the car, my cock is almost
poking out the leg of my white shorts, and the bulge created by its
length is plainly visible. We kiss quickly, and I slide the car out
into traffic.

The drive to the marina is only about half an hour, but seems to take
forever. We even have a few near misses when my attention drifts from
the road’s hazards to your charms, but we eventually arrive safely to
find my uncle’s boat right where he promised it would be. It starts
up on the first try, powerful engine roaring, and we skim out over the
water, leaving a trail of churned white foam behind us. (more…)

Airplane Sex Story

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

This is a true account of how my wife and I began our current
‘Open marriage’ lifestyle. We realize that an open marriage is not
right for everyone but it has worked out great of us. Although I
have only been with three other women. Two of those were at a
swing party we attended. Peggy has had over fifteen different
lovers. She is currently involved with two other men and sees them
both almost every week. Sometimes for only an afternoon quicky
while other times spending the entire night with her lover. Anyway
this is how we began.

Peggy and I have been happily married for eight years. Fortunately
I have been somewhat successful in business and this has afforded
us some of life luxuries. We own a condo on the beach and since my
work involves a lot of travel I became a licenced pilot and
purchased a 4 place single engine airplane. (more…)

Sun Is Hot

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

I expect nothing. The sun is hot, the light ugly. I walk, when
I can, in the shade of shopfronts. My face is tight. I hope for
nothing. I see women whose money has made them old. Bright scarves
shame their skin, creamy powder clogs their eyes’ fine wrinkles, heavy
earrings, chokers, bend down their necks. Sweat drips from my fingers, and
am I like them? I see men whose eyes make me old. Taut, vicious boys in
suits glance at me once, but not again. Slow, dreamy blacks with
deep-creased hands hold my gaze, and their faces don’t change at all.
When shoulders brush my shoulders I feel bruised. The lunch hour crowd
returning from work in its good, painful shoes nearly crushes me, could
have trampled me on the pavement. Assholes with ponytails and twittering
shopgirls clatter up behind me and past, busy, sexless and quick. I
stop walking. I didn’t see him. Sure, who would want to? Filthy bum.
Smiling. Things in his mustache. Why look at a thing like that?
Why look at a thing like me? (more…)

I still think of it

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

I had an experience a couple years ago that I keep thinking
about and I want to tell it now.

My work often took me out for several days away from home
and on this particular time I was headed out for what I
thought to be a two day trip. When I got to the area I got
a motel room and then headed out to the work location. I
worked a long day pulling soil samples around some old oil
wells and got in well after dark. I was just about to shut
off the light and go to sleep when the phone rang and a guy
named Brian called and said he was from the oil company and
that he was coming out in the morning to see how the job was
going. I said that was fine with me, although normally
these company men just slow me down with questions and
nitpicking about the job. (more…)