Mature Male


The woman down the street

There was an older man who lived across the street and a few doors away. I dont think I ever spoke to him, but we nodded and gave each other small smiles. He walked without a cane, but slowly. Still he was tall, thin had a full head of hair and showed all the signs of once having been a good looking man. I was pretty sure he lived alone. After a while I saw him less and less frequently, and I suspected he might be ill, or worse. Then one day I saw a newer sportier car in his driveway parked next to his aging Lincoln. It seemed logical that this was one of his children, having come to look after things, or worse.

Sleep over with friends

Me and my wife were out in town with friends. It was absolutely chucking it down. At the end of the night my friend suggested we walk to his place for a few more drinks then taxi from there. He only lived two minutes from town so we agreed. Even in the short trip to his we got soaked to the bones. He got us towels and poured us a vodka. We had a few more drinks and watched the music channel. It was 3.25 am now so we told my friends we better get off. I got up to put my jacket on when my friend suggested we stay over. We didn't really want to taxi home in wet clothes so we decided to stay. My friends girl brought us a dressing gown each so we nipped to the bathroom and changed.

Wartime Comforts

After the monstrous Chaos Space Marines had attacked Manorus 4 of the Manorian Star System, Private Drax Weston had been sent out with the third company to protect the planet and it's humanoid occupants. The battle had lasted nearly three weeks but the Adeptus Astartes were successful in pushing the two platoons of world invaders out of the star system. There were nearly sixty casualties and thirty deaths in the Marine's ranks but the mission was deemed a success. The efforts of one upcoming hero in particular caught General Flanning's attention. Pvt. Weston had witnessed his commanding officer's Rhino evaporate under harsh photon fire.

Failed but fun threesome

Every year my wife and I organise a night out with friends to a random town or city. This year it was to be Manchester. The usual group is made up of twelve to fifteen people, on this occasion it was to be twelve due to other commitments. This group was made up of four couples and four singles two female two male. We all travelled their in our cars and met in the hotel bar after sorting our rooms and baggage. We discussed our food and transportation plans to get into the city centre, then went up to our rooms. My heart started to race as we approached our hotel room as we always have wild sex in every new place we stay.

Down by the river

Me and my wife, well girlfriend at the time went out for one of our random walks. We used to do this all the time as we didn't have any other mode of transport and both lived at our parents houses. It was a very bright and warm day so we set off into town via the alottements. It was still quite early so it was very quiet. We kissed and cuddled and I played with her tits up her top from behind rubbing my hardening cock on her arse as we made our way through the shanty like shacks down to the river. Every now and then she would lift her top and flash her firm pale tits at me making me instantly hard.

Fantasies Come True

We'd been having the most fulfilling and wholesome sex for several months when my girl friend told me during one of our steamy text messaging conversations how the thought of her being caught masturbating turned her on. She slowly explained the scenario that she had often fantasised about. A few days later during a conversation over the phone the topic came up again and she further explained to me in her sexy teasing manner what she would like to happen. I'm what would be termed a mature man and found it truly exhilarating to hear a young gorgeous, slim blonde tell me the role I was to play in her sexy fantasy.

Dance floor

Joy had came to the club with her best friend Julia. Joy forgot to tell Julia people may start having sex in the middle of the dance floor. Also its darker in the club to give people some privacy. When Joy and Julia entered the club people were already on the dance floor. DJ was playing popular songs and everyone was on the dancing. Somehow Joy and Julia found space on the dance floor. Joy said to her best friend "What do you think of the vibe of the club?". Its to soon to say Joy". "I'll let you know by the end of the night" she yelled. Joy & Julia danced for a little while longer. Then Joy grabbed Julia arm and led her to the bar.

Slave: Chapter two

The remainder of the voyage passed by timelessly. It might have been the six weeks it actually was, or six months or years or just a few minutes. Someone marked the days at sea on the base of the mast where it was founded in a complicated joint to the keel board. Victoria didn't bother to look or count the groups of four vertical lines with a diagonal slash across for each completed set. Her passage of time on the voyage was taken up, either sitting alone and silently at the far end of the hold that held just over half of the original cargo, or being violated by her captor who had chosen her body for his own pleasure.

Bi curious? Not any more

Bi-Curious? Not anymore. Okay, so you have read the title and it has caused you to see what the story is about I guess. So, without further ado, I will relate the details as follows: Let's say I'm in my later forties. It is an out an out lie, but for the sake of my ego, please bare with me. I have been married to the same woman since I turned 19. You do the math, but it equates to very many years. During this time, we have managed to produce a couple of kids, bring them up and got shot of them as they branched out on their own.

Gill

We left the relative shade of the peristyle garden with its white marble fountain depicting Venus, a ewer hoisted on her shoulder. The trickling figure stood in the centre of a shallow square pool, surrounded by smooth flag stones and then by a grassed border skirting up to a colonnaded cloister that hemmed the garden in, providing a screen to the outside world. I took her small hand in mine to lead her away from the site of our tryst, to the coolness of the house I had had built in a Roman style. She hesitated as if frightened by the sudden change of light. A gently guiding hand at the small of her back motivated her forward step into the cloister.