“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me-e, happy
birthday to me!” I made sure Ethan knew I was home as I sang my way through
our apartment. Walking happily into our bedroom, I realized he wasn’t to be
found.
I quickly took my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper. Flipping on
the bathroom …
“Hey there,” the pizza girl said, “David?”The question mark is part of the flirtatious game we play, this lovely
pizza girl and I. For about six months, at least once a week, I drop
by to pick up a pizza for the family. Usually she gives me a big
pepperoni pizza, although every so often, I manage to sneak …
1. Air Conditioner“Unh.”“Unh.”“Hunh…unh!”Again.One more time.Again.One more time.Again.“Yeah…yeah, you like that.”“Unh.”Again.“Unh.”One more time.“Unh.”She takes another swing.“Unh.”It’s not really that I like“Unh.”being fucked up the ass.Not really.“Unh.”Again.“Unh.”One more time.“Unh.”It’s just that that’s all we do.“Yeah, …
Henry is not put off easily. He demands my passion no matter how much he
mourns Laurie fucked last month.Frustration as blank walls fitted together in a maze show his thrashing. I
ask him everyday how it feels to be taken and left aroused without climax.
That question suits Henry. He wants to know how it feels to fuck …
Maria was just wearing a halter top and tight shorts while I was in my
usual casual wear of shorts no underwear and a muscle shirt since I was
going to meet the secretaries of the coaches. In my back pocket was that
ring my grandmother gave me to give Maria if I was sure that she was the
woman …
Did you ever have a perfect day?This episode in my Jeff Zephyr’s Life series is about one day which
seemed perfect to me. It wasn’t the first time we had sex, but it
wasn’t long after that. It wasn’t all about sex either, though that
was part of what made the day perfect.I was in love, too young …
I saw her as soon as she got out of the elevator. Tall, long
brown hair. Nice legs, nice ass. No tits though. No matter, she
looked pretty hot walking across the hallway in that short skirt
she had on. I told her to be careful because the floor was wet
and she smiled at me and said thanks. Too …
His name was Liam and he had a gift.Think of it as a kind of telepathy, or empathy. It wasn’t;
there was nothing psychic about it–the actual explanation
had to do with pheromones and smell and vomeronasal
cavities and suchlike–but what you need to know is that
he knew when women were horny.Sometimes he couldn’t resist acting on …
The affair had now had three episodes and I was far from sated with
her. She and my wife worked together and I had met her at a social
function. In fact, my wife had invited her to our house a couple of
times. This made the affair both more dangerous and exciting for me,
but also more emotionally distressing …
I love the illogical fantasies of the beach, and I flash my tits and angle
my pussy towards camera one. Imaginary beach-lovers drift cross the
plumb of the waves surfing bright umbrellas. I tease my sex in my palm,
and break open the rib and eyes. Imagine if any man could know my
cunt as I do. They would jerk …