New Year’s Eve, 1970. A young couple came to Cincinnati’s Mt. Adams, the “hip” place to live in the Queen City. After a whirlwind romance, they were “engaged;” in what, they weren’t quite sure but they did know sex was on the docket. He had wangled the se...
There are few joys in life for me that equal “dining at the Y.” But for that to be truly satisfying, the woman has to have a bush. She can trim it or style it, but to eat a pussy surrounded by pubic hair is nirvana to me. I’ve always thought women with ha...
The pair woke to early morning gray skies that threatened rain. Bryn woke first and reached around Rick for his penis. She found it hard and proud and she started stroking. After three or four strokes, Rick awakened and put his hand over hers. “Good morni...
Rick Stevens knew Bryn Thomas was a bitch – a cock tease of the first degree. He had determined this from his frequent visits to the Avalon when he studied her actions closely. As he was a licensed therapist, she intrigued him in a professional way as wel...
I hear your car pull up the driveway. I meet you at the door. You look beautiful, your dark hair and deep brown eyes both shining. I give you a kiss – not deep, but flirtatious. I help you with your coat and hang it up. You start to tell me about your day...
In the late 90s, I was working for a firm that dished data to radio broadcasters. My job was to compile books of audience ratings so broadcasters in one city, say, Kansas City, could see what stations in, say, Pittsburgh, were doing, audience-wise. It was...
We met at a company Christmas party. She was the corporate travel agent, me, a mid-level manager, widowed a few years before and bereft of female companionship since. I knew her first name was Diana but nothing more. I was sitting, enjoying the music and...
