Probing Stories

Lying there, he stared at those wifely curves. So sensual. So available. So asleep! His hardness ached. To wake her would earn him perfunctory attention. Not enough. So many, “Had hard day,” or “Bad headache,” lately, had him worrying. Did they need to talk? Saturday bedtime, she lay, naked. Asleep again? Suddenly fingers closed around his hardness, followed by hot lips. Her breasts were generously offered, moistened thig...

The guard stared straight ahead. His name would be divulged except he happened to be an extraterrestrial in service with an exploratory extraterrestrial space vehicle, meaning the syllables could threaten to twist beyond recognition whichever tongue should attempt pronunciation, and not a few would contract a sore throat. So this tale will have to call him The Extraterrestrial Guard. Anyway, this Extraterrestrial Guard wo...

  When Shelly, a divorced mother of two moved in two doors down from Brent, he was quick to make an acquaintance with the young blonde. His first impression of her was that she was, despite her recent, messy divorce, bubbly and a pleasant person. She was also quite keen on revealing facts about herself that would normally not be so easy to get. Like the fact that that her frame tipped the scale at 140 pounds not long befo...