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How many couples say “she gets me” (or he)? For a long time, I really didn’t believe that, and married nearly 30 years now, that’s hard to admit. Last night, my wife gave me the gift of affirmation, something she’s been doing consistently for several years now. I’m nearing the big 6 – 0, and […]
Suspended in the murky haze hovered a face: alluring, bronze tan skin with bright red lips.
“Do this in memory of Me.” The quote echoed through the Last Supper, the chalice hoisted into the air. Jesus asked it after pouring out wine as his blood to establish a new and everlasting covenant and created a visual that I relive every time the communion ceremony is held. We use wine to celebrate […]
Her naked ass presented itself nicely as I accessed some more oil and began to massage her beautiful glutes.
? Ignite Audio Playlist This story combines events that happened recently but separately. I blended them because it’s a lot more fun that way. The conversations and the oral delight did happen, just about a week apart. “The golf ball takes flight Hits, spins, rolls, Her fate is sealed His reward would cum.” I was […]
“I love you now more than ever,” I whispered into her ear as she stood in the window of the front door, her breasts now in my hands. “God has protected and guided us through turbulence.”
The Songs of Solomon have always intrigued me and given me inspiration in our marriage through the imagery it paints of beauty and sex (most modern interpretation). In a brief study of the book, I found it tends to characterize it as a dialog between lovers. In my story “Walking in Eden” I quote Song […]
The hustle of loading, traveling, unloading and settling in was finished as was dinner and a quick swim. We had family lake trips for four years or so when our kids were toddler-aged, but they were magical in many ways, especially when it came to the sex. Grandma and Grandpa would take one or both […]
This is a fantasy version of our encounter on the golf course that gave us “full-fledged member status.”
Christi, our favorite bartender, handed me a red and white cylinder of pressurized whipped cream with a sly grin. “What’s that for?” she asked, her grin widening. “Dessert,” Mel said quickly, and we dashed off to the car. We didn’t often have dinner at the place I worked. Tonight was different; as I got done, Mel […]
Mel pulled off the golf look very well: ponytail, white and pink visor, with a pink polo that accented her breasts tucked into a short, form-hugging, golf skort who’s movement invited a peek underneath.
Down her chimney, my St. Nic-cock-alas slid with a bound.
