Headache 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...

“Aren’t you going to undress me?” Jenny asked, with a flirty smile through the pounding in her head. She just wanted the pounding somewhere a little to the south. Luke had stood in the doorway to her bedroom for about five minutes, staring with a hungry look but not move had been made. Luke obliged silently. He walked surely, firmly, making his way towards her with near-silent steps. His warm hands slid down her shoulders...