Louise was walking towards her office from the station when she was quite literally stopped in her tracks by the sight of the most gorgeous young man. She was so taken aback by him; that she found herself staring at him for a minute. He had to be in his early twenties, and of medium build. It was the grace with which he held himself that really got her attention. Here was a young man comfortable and confident in his skin....

I have just finished a major rewrite of one of my first stories (Ohope Beach). As I sat piecing together all the events of that summer and getting them in order, my mind kept straying to events in the following year. One in particular stood out. It was the first, and if I remember correctly, the only proper gang bang I've ever been involved in. I have titled the story 'Ohope Gang Bang', although it has little to do with O...

As day slipped into night and the moon rose, I sat quietly on a stool at a quaint little bar downtown. I was in town for a business meeting, but now it was time to play after a long, hard day. I looked at my ring and then down my leg at my hot wife's anklet, wondering what the night would bring. I was free tonight. My sexually inadequate husband was back home hundreds of miles away. In any case, I had a hall pass from the...

The local village amateur dramatics group had decided to put on a production of Lady Chatterley's Lover and there was little doubt that Carolyn Bradshaw would be playing the part of Lady Chatterley. Carolyn was a leading light in the group and also in the village generally, although there was some dramatic licence needed because Carolyn was in her early fifties and the Lady Chatterley of D.H. Lawrence's story was only rel...

Fifty-eight-year-old Ellen Murray was out with her husband Keith, but all was not well in their marriage. In fact, it was sexless, and there was little love between them. They were in a pub, but neither of them was enjoying themselves, and Ellen was gazing into space. Ellen's eyes fell on a young man who appeared to be looking right at her. Ellen felt a feeling between her legs that she had not felt in years. The young ma...

It was the Monday after her daughter Cindy's wedding, and forty-nine-year-old Debbie Burnside was feeling down, or rather, she was feeling guilty. The guilt was because, on the evening of the wedding reception, she had, for the first time in almost thirty years of marriage, been unfaithful to her husband, Steve. She also felt guilty because she wanted to do it again, and soon. The person that Debbie had been unfaithful wi...

Debbie Burnside, aged forty-nine, was tipsy but not drunk. It was, after all, her daughter's wedding, and Debbie was enjoying herself. Her husband Steve was drunk, but the speeches had been done, so it did not matter too much. Debbie was on the dance floor and really letting herself go as she swung her wide hips, enclosed in a clinging dress, to the music from the disco. She was not dancing with anyone in particular, just...

The drive was familiar, a routine by this point in our relationship, but it never quite lost its mystique. We lived in a big city, top ten or so population in the country, which meant going to the other side of it wasn't something I did often. Actually, aside from the unavoidable visits to government offices, I only made the trip to indulge in my secret sex life. I understood that most people who went down the path of ext...

On Sunday, forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver's mind was in even more turmoil. Her feelings of guilt had never disappeared, but now they were at the forefront again. She could not go on like this. The sex with twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris had been sensational, and even the very unexpected lesbian sex with fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had been wonderful in its own way, but Louise had decided that it had to stop. Te...

The local pub was not very busy, and when my friends decided to head home early, I chose to go try my luck on the VLT games in the lounge. I'm not a gambler, but I enjoy trying the games now and then. The lounge was almost empty, with only two others playing the games - one of which was Arlene. Arlene lives down the street from my house, just around the corner about a half-block away. I met her and her husband, Gord, when...

It was Wednesday afternoon in the office of a company that sold glazing materials, and for three people in the office, it had been quite an eventful day so far. Two of the people, forty-nine-year-old married white woman Louise Carver and twenty-year-old black young man Tyrone McMorris, had had sex the previous Saturday, and a third person, fifty-three-year-old Sheila Towers had found out about it that morning. Sheila did...

It was Monday morning and forty-nine-year-old Louise Carver was in the office where she worked. She was feeling several emotions including exhilaration and guilt. The exhilaration was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris, the guilt was because she had spent Saturday afternoon getting well-fucked by twenty-year-old Tyrone McMorris. Louise was married, and she would...