It’s lounge lizard time. Just lying back, relaxing—end of a long, tough week. Fingers lazily tracing breasts and throat and lips. Contented, calm, peaceful moments. Your thoughts are still attuned to work as you start to wind down after another hard, but...
It's Friday afternoon, late, almost time for the real estate office to close – all the staff have already left, or are on their way out the door now. Mrs. Ogden, the last client will be gone soon (or so they think...). Just clear out the last of the paper...
Renee Smith, the redheaded cheerleader, was drunk, and her boyfriend had long since abandoned her. And me being the nerdy gentleman I am, I offered to take her home. Some friends managed to get her into my car, and away we drove. As we turned into her dar...
Dot was fifty-four. She was fifty-four years old and bored. And she knew it. But what she didn’t know was how liberating boredom could be. Dot was bored with her job as the principal of the middle school. She was bored with her grown children and their ne...
The whirls, clicks, and beeps of the monitors and machines helping to keep the old man alive seemed to have an odd, primitive rhythm of their own. And the dim lights of the room revealed a homey, but definitely masculine, touch within the framework of the...
I'm an almost sixty-year-old male, but with a strong sex drive, and I love to masturbate several times a week in addition to occasional bouts with my wife. It's those occasional bouts that have been a strong driver for me to begin to indulge my almost lif...
