Big load Stories

I clearly had an itch that needed scratching. Like most mornings, I was sitting on the padded window seat of my kitchen’s bay window; feet up, an accent pillow behind my back. I held a cup of Caribou Mahogany dark roast halfway up to my mouth with one hand and my iPhone in the other. Each morning I scanned the cruising/hookup app, more out of boredom, than anything else. One profile caught my eye, “Bi-curious, fifty-six-y...

A blowjob from your girlfriend on a secluded beach was as swell as the dick itself being sucked. Ah, the simple joys of life before I royally screwed everything up. My dad always cautioned me on the inappropriateness of staring. I wish he’d been more specific on its potential as a relationship killer – Especially a relationship hanging from a malnourished fingertip. Over the movie of two topless, big-titty, white milfs sk...

It was sometime in the fall of 1985 and Kelly and I were both twenty-five. Kelly and her mom had always been close. Almost sister-like close, which struck me as odd since she had an older sister, although the age difference left them with little in common, plus Kelly was the youngest of four in the family and her mom was twenty-seven when Kelly arrived. She wasn’t a teen mom (to Kelly) with only a few years age difference...

It was the summer of 2002. Kelly had been miserable for months. Her work life had been slowly deteriorating for a couple of years. As it seems is always the case, a good boss had left and the new one was an idiot. I had finally convinced her that it was okay to resign without a new job lined up. She’d worked since she was a young teenager, we were doing fine, and I hated to see her so miserable. She spent that spring clea...

It was April of 1988. Kelly and I were twenty-eight years old. Kelly’s twenties had been an incredible time of sexual adventure and she was always open to anything new that came along. My job had sent me to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula for several days. Kelly’s job gave her two more weeks of vacation each year than mine, so she took the time off to tag along. There’s just something about being away from home and fucking in...

My wife, Liz, and I had decided to try to get pregnant about five months ago. For the first two months, it was like a dream come true. We were having sex like we did when we first met - at least three times per week! We really didn’t want to get too into the science of when she was most fertile or anything like that. Liz had decided that she really wanted it to be spontaneous.Like I said, it was everything I could have as...