Mark and I have been married for nearly two decades. My name is Penny, but he often shortens that to Pen when we are alone. When we first met, I lacked confidence that I could satisfy him, or any man, unsure of my sexuality and, to be quite honest, feeling my body wasn't sexy enough to attract a man. I'm five feet nine inches tall and have shoulder-length brunette hair, dark eyes, and an inviting smile. My breasts are lar...

I woke up Sunday just before noon, the sound of boisterous laughter and men's voices coming from downstairs. The aroma of my Saturday night sexual adventure at Sam and Trisha's place still clung to my body. I should have showered, but my curiosity about who was downstairs got the better of me, and I slipped on a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting tee shirt to further investigate. As I walked down the stairs, one of the vo...

Paul and I have been married for twenty-five years, and the routine of our life was set in stone long ago. On Sunday afternoons, he would spend time in the family room reading the newspaper or watching whatever pro sports were on. Occasionally, I would join him, but lately, I found that boring, so I started researching the internet for something I'd been thinking about for a long time. We had raised two children, the youn...

Kay’s delicate fingertips hooked the elastic waistband of my underwear, and slowly, unmercifully, she began peeling the cotton fabric from my body. As she moved them down, she slowly and lightly kissed the length of my spine until her lips reached the top of my ass crack. My underwear joined the puddle of fabric at my feet, and Kay crouched behind me. My erect, pulsing cock stood at attention from my loins, testicles pull...

I slept in Sunday morning and was still lounging around at noontime, enjoying several cups of coffee and the morning sunshine on the balcony of my apartment. I didn't want to waste the entire day sitting around my apartment; so after a shower and shaving, I headed for a walk around the neighborhood. As I approached Kay's shop, I noticed that she was open on Sundays from noon to three. The small bell jingled my entry just...

Considering how my Saturday started with Kay coming by to collect the money for my new living room furniture and winding up nearly fucking my brains out, the rest of my Saturday was rather mundane. I showered and spent the rest of my morning and most of the afternoon stocking my new apartment with groceries and what I figured I'd need to set up the house. My last stop of the afternoon was to get my fireplace fuel tank ref...

The two young delivery boys had hardly finished setting my new living room sectional in place and left when a soft knock on my door announced the arrival of their employer. Kay's red hair was teased exactly as it had been the day before, perfectly framing her high cheekbones, sparkling blue-grey eyes, and full pouty lips. "Morning Allen,” she said as I stepped aside to allow her inside. "Good morning to you Kay,” I replie...

Marsha reached out and held my hand, somehow knowing this woman was very special to me. As Sam disappeared from view, I turned to my wonderful wife and asked, "What did she say to you?" Marsha smiled and then said. "She told me I am the luckiest woman on earth." I leaned toward her and kissed her softly on the lips. "Let's go home," I whispered. Marsha nodded her agreement, and we said goodbye to Rick and Janet. On the wa...

The world seemed in never-ending turmoil as the decade of the 60's drew close. Vietnam was an ongoing war, and the peace movement was in full swing. Woodstock was fresh in everyone's memory, providing our generation with the hope that as we graduated high school, we could affect change in a world of unchanging politicians and nineteenth-century morals our parents had grown up adhering to and tried to force on our generati...

My alarm went off at 7 AM. I reached up to hit the snooze button and felt her warmth beside me. Connie's sleepy eyes opened, and she half grinned at me. I pushed the snooze, wrapped my arm around her soft shoulder, and pulled her tighter. Connie sighed and just snuggled in closer to me. Neither of us wanted to get up; we wanted the warm, comfortable feeling of waking up in your lover's arms to last forever. A new day was...

Sitting at my kitchen table, I was staring at a stack of envelopes; some marked "PAST DUE," others marked "FINAL NOTICE," all in bright red. I knew I was in financial trouble and had no idea how I'd find my way out. "Fucking Pandemic," I thought. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I gathered the bills and placed them with last month's version of the same bad news. My name is Penelope Barnes. I was born in Harrow, UK, a s...

I kick off my shoes after a long day serving drinks at the country club. I groan and reach down to press on the red areas of my feet. Damn it...I need new shoes...or I need to stop standing for so long. I’m sure they’re swollen. I close the hotel room door, which is where I live since it’s closer to my job and cuts rent in half. $30 a night beats $950 any day. That’s not even including bills. At my last place, a one-room...

The month sped by, and I found myself fully immersed in work again throughout October. An unplanned trip back to the States, and the additional preparations that required, meant that my weekends were taken up, and I had to disappoint Cait several times. I was grateful that she seemed to take it in stride, and she even surprised me once, driving an hour up from Abingdon to steal me away for a quick dinner. “My adoring gent...

The Foundation Khail embarked on their journey as a friend, taking the time to truly understand Sameera's world—her likes, dislikes, and boundaries. With every interaction, their comprehension of each other grew, like pieces of a puzzle coming together. As time passed, Khail built a strong emotional connection between them, step by step. They were consistently there for Sameera, creating an environment where she felt safe...