Meeting an old ex-colleague brought back some good memories. I was recently out with my wife when we bumped into an ex-colleague from my days in the Police force. Seeing her again brought back memories of our naughty times together in the early 1980s. It began on Karen's first day at the station, I was introduced to her at the reception and asked to help her take her luggage up to the third floor where single officers liv...

The Senator (TS) excused himself, stating he was going to “drain the lizard” and put on his swimming trunks. My first thought was: Gila monster or skink? My second was: crap, I forgot my board shorts. It wasn’t like I could fake it and swim in my boxers. I was in full commando mode. I mentioned my plight to my remaining two drinking buddies. Bo suggested I had three choices: 1) don’t swim at a swimming party, 2) skinny di...

It’s almost embarrassing to describe how it began, it’s so silly. But it’s the truth, so here it is. We were at a Chinese restaurant. As always, my meal ended with a fortune cookie. I cracked it open and the little slip of paper within read: “Get ready to do something daring.” I shrugged and tossed the paper aside. The ‘fortunes’ are just meant for a chuckle anyway. My husband Brad picked it up, and with his usual wise-as...

In the dark of the sleeping area, Hailey dropped the towel, pulled on a pair of panties and slipped under the sheet. Hailey slept restlessly for a few hours before awakening. Her mind drifted to recent events. She was pretty sure Justin at least suspected she had developed more than a friendly type interest in Brian and he in her. Hailey hadn't decided yet how deep her feelings for Brian went. But she was still wanting to...

As they were eating breakfast, the guys continually suggested that Hailey should take the shirt off. She resisted playfully, saying it might happen sometime, but asserting that this was not the time. She did however undo one button after another and let the shirt flop around, providing brief glimpses of her tits and pussy. Hailey cleared the table and as she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher, the guys started a cha...

The doorbell had rung and Hailey was looking through the peephole to see who it was. There were three of them, guys she'd never seen before, about the same age as the family's house guest. She opened the door a crack. "You're looking for Brian right?" she said, hiding behind the door. "Uh-huh," one of them replied. "Is he here?" Hailey had been headed toward the family's backyard pool when the doorbell had rung. Still hid...

Friday Last night’s rebellion from Giselle was still fresh on Ted Havlicek’s mind as he exited his private elevator from the tenth-floor suites to the back hall that lead to his office at Havlicek IT Solutions. His secretary must have radar because his intercom buzzed as soon as he opened the door. He keyed the button. “Mr. Havlicek, Mr. Michaels has called twice this morning. Do you want me to get him on the line?” Charl...

The letter came in the mail, a small, neatly hand-addressed envelope, almost hidden amongst the junk mail and bills that make up ninety-five percent of what I get.  There was no return address but the postmark was local.  I get so few real letters now, what with Facebook and emails, that it was the first piece I opened.  How many people can identify the instant their life took a new trajectory?  I can.  It was the moment...

The Tinder guy arrives at my condo at 9.  He is larger than his picture.  He is hot and that’s deliberate on my part.  His name is (and I kid you not) Lance.  I hope it refers to his dick.  Lance is tall and heavy-muscled.  My mouth waters.  When he sees me, his eyes take their time looking me up and down.  Will I measure up?  I have dressed to impress.  Is he impressed?  Wearing a too-high skirt and a too-tight top with...

I had to admit to a certain level of fear.  So far, Mom’s boyfriend Dexter had used a beer bottle to play with my breasts as a warmup to certain unnamed frivolities in the bedroom with my mom.  I had scored a hundred dollars and a Polaroid camera by letting Dexter’s son, fat Bobby, fingerbang me.  Although I came, squirted really, my pussy throbbed and not in a good way until Monday morning.  The next week at school went...