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Have yourself a Merry little X-Mas….

Enjoy my newest title – Her Christmas Gift – available on Smashwords for just $0.99!!! And don’t forget that special someone in your life!!!

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Today is my 50^th birthday, and that’s usually a time to reflect upon one’s life. However, I won’t do that. Nope – 50 is the new 30, right? Or is it 40? 20? Yeah right….

No – I won’t get into that stuff…reflecting, wishing, hoping…instead it’s full speed ahead, writing & loving & living & all that other good stuff…

So with that in mind, here’s the latest anthology I’ve had the pleasure of being a part of….666-Sex Club published by KHP Publishers.   

ALSO – don’t forget to scroll down & check out my latest book….and have fun….and keep writing & loving & living!!!

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New Book Release - Day Care Darlings

Day Care Darlings by Tony Wards -- Available now on Amazon!!

This is a three-story anthology. All three stories deal with naughty nannies and the older men they work for. They have a thing for older gentlemen, especially for those that they know all too well, and are not afraid to show it. These hot young women will burn up the pages as you read their sexy little stories. Each story is different, but all are guaranteed to keep your heart racing and your pulse rising until you feel the need to explode with excitement.

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Happy Halloween!

Halloween is here!!! This is a great time to be a kid or a kid at heart. So go out & have fun – dress up, go trick or treating, or have a party. Whatever you do, just have fun!!!

Here’s a little story about a couple that gets dressed up & has fun – oh yeah. It’s all about fun & entertainment….enjoy!!!

XOXO

 

           

Web Swingers

By Tony Wards

            I'm not going to lie -- I absolutely love Halloween. Ever since I was a little kid, I remember getting excited about dressing up in a cool costume and going door to door, trying to get as much candy as possible. Even now, the thought of dressing up and going out still seems exciting. Of course now it is for entirely different reasons.

            I'm thirty years old and my wife, Beth, is twenty-nine, but we still go out to costume parties every year. In the past, we've gone to events hosted by online friend groups, relatives, and co-workers. This year, however, we were invited to a party by someone I hardly knew. I recently joined one of those fantasy football groups on the internet and became friends with a guy named George. He lived in New York City, not far from us. We spoke online a few times, but we weren't really friends, so this made my wife uncomfortable. I can't say I blame her for how she felt, but I figured what harm could come from a party invite?

            George sent me all the information I needed for the party. It turns out it was some club in the Village. Beth was skeptical about the online stranger aspect but trusted me enough to go along with the idea.

            I decided to go dressed as my favorite web-slinging superhero, while Beth would be his red-headed girlfriend. We went to our favorite costume store in the Times Square area to buy the costumes we needed. My wife looked so damn hot; I wanted to jump on her as soon as she came out of the dressing room. She had on the long red wig, which was a new look by itself. Beth has long brown hair, so the red wig really threw me for a loop. She wore a tight, black, one-piece spandex cat suit.  She was supposed to be the girlfriend, but looked like she could be a comic book heroine herself. I wasn't complaining and for two reasons. First, Beth liked the outfit. Secondly, she looked damn hot in it.

            Beth has 38 C-cup breasts, which are still doing a pretty good job at defying gravity. I can see the difference from ten years ago, when we first met, but I have to say they're looking pretty nice. She has narrow hips and a small ass. I keep telling her that we should have children to help fill her out. I'm sure that day will come, but for now she says she's not ready.

            The day before the party I e-mailed George to tell him about our costumes. He asked about a million times and even after I gave him the info, he kept confirming. It’s not like I was going to change my mind. We had our costumes and that was that. He never did tell me what he was going to dress up as, since he said he would look out for us.

            On the night of the party Beth and I took the subway down to the Village in our costumes. We live in upper Manhattan, but figured we would blend right in with all the other nuts that came out on Halloween.   We arrived at the club, aptly named Sohomosexuals, probably after the neighborhood, I thought to myself. Beth seemed nervous and I didn't blame her, since I felt the same way. We entered and immediately a hostess, dressed in a Cat Woman costume, handed us each a condom, then guided us to a big room. The room looked like an open dance floor, with the music pumping. There was a bar located in the center, but something was different. I surveyed the area, and realized what it was that struck me as odd. There were no walls, per se. Rather, the perimeter was lined with doors. I couldn't tell if the doors were just decorative or actually functional, since nobody was approaching them. Also, if they were real doors, then I wondered, what was behind them? Beth and I stood beside the bar in this great big room, as I stared at these mysterious doors, all of them with different signs on them. Finally, curiosity got the best of me.

            "What is this place?" I asked Beth.

            "I don't know. I was just going to ask you. It kind of looks like a swingers club."

            "You think? What are we suppose to do? I mean, we've never done anything like this before." I looked at Beth and hoped she would agree to stay. On the other hand, the thought of another man fucking my wife made my blood boil.

            "Why else would they hand us a condom on the way in? Ever think of that? And what is behind those doors? Huh? Probably rooms to fuck yourself silly in."

            I laughed at how excited Beth was getting. "You're too funny. I’ll tell you what, let's go around and check out the signs on the doors. That's what is getting me curious."

            Beth and I held hands, mostly because we didn't want to get separated in the crowd that was accumulating in the room. We started in one corner and read the signs on the doors - Batman and Cat Woman. The next sign read Batman and Robin. Interesting. Another one said Superman and Lois Lane. My favorite read Archie and Edith. I had to laugh at that one. Josie & the Pussycats was the label on another door. The next one was meant for us. I was sure of it. It had our character names written clearly on the sign that covered the door. I checked the next couple doors, but no, this must be for us.

            "This is the place, Beth," I said.

            "Are we going in there?" she asked.

            "I suppose we should. Let's take a look first." I hesitantly opened the door just a crack. I peeked through the crevice to see a dark, almost empty room. The dimensions were probably about ten by ten, tops. There was a single uncovered red light bulb burning dimly from the ceiling. Against the far wall was a twin-sized bed and nothing else. That was the whole room, so I guess Beth was right. These rooms were here for sex play.

            "So, is the coast clear web-head?"

            "Yep. Let's go inside," I ordered.

            We went inside the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are we going to stay and fuck for a while?" asked Beth, catching me completely off-guard.

            "Yeah? You want to? Cool!"

            "Might as well. We're here. It might be kind of hot to have sex knowing all these people are outside the room, maybe listening…"

            "Or maybe they'll walk in on us," I stated.

            "I'm pretty sure people are following the rules," Beth rebutted. "I think it'll be fun. Besides, it could just be a quickie and then we'll get out of here."

            "Okay. Sounds like a plan. Do you want me to go get us a drink?"

            "I'm okay, Pete. Go get your drink and when you come back I promise to be a Peter eater."

            "Oooh, baby. I like the sound of that. I'll be right back."

            I weaved through the expanding crowd until I got to the bar. I bought a couple shots of Jack Daniels before heading back to the room. I usually don't drink, but this place made me a little nervous, so I wanted to take the edge off. I breathed a huge sigh and entered the room again, feeling like all eyes were upon me.

            "Holy shit!" I entered the room to find Beth with her legs spread a mile apart with some dude dressed in the same costume as me, eating out her pussy like a wild cannibal. The room was dark, but I could see Beth's eyes open in surprise when I entered the room. She looked at me, and then looked at her costumed lover, then back at me.

            "Peter?"

            "Yes, Beth. I'm the guy not eating your pussy. Who are you?" We both looked at him, and waited for an answer.

            "It's me. Your favorite web-slinger," said the stranger, obviously using a fake super hero voice. The voice was artificially deepened, making me think this wasn't a guy at all.

            I walked up to wife's mystery lover and, in one swift move, pulled open his pants with one hand and reached down to his crotch with the other. Just as I thought. My culprit didn't move, actually seemed to like the attention.

            "Guess what, Beth? Your mystery pussy eater is a woman. Here, see for yourself."

            Beth got up off the bed, naked, with her pussy trickling her delectable love juices slowly down her inner thighs. I held the fake web-slinger's pants open and my wife dipped her hand in. She fumbled around our mystery woman's pussy, until a finger was inserted into her wet vagina. "Mmmm. Looks like you've been enjoying yourself. Why don't you tell us your name and then get out of these clothes."

            "Georgette. My name is Georgette. I know your husband."

            "Is this true?" Beth asked.

            "I don't know you. I never….oh….OH! I get it now. You're George, aren't you? Why didn't you tell me before?"

            "I go by George so the guys in the fantasy league won't get all bunged up after finding out they're losing to a woman."

            "I understand," said Beth. "Guess what? This, now, is not fantasy. This is real."

            Beth planted a huge, wet kiss on George's mouth, even though she still was wearing her mask. I lifted her legs, one at a time, to take off her boots. I made a mental note that they were much cooler than the ones I had bought. I slowly pulled off her tight, spandex pants, while Beth pulled off her mask. She was actually kind of pretty, I thought. I didn't know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised. George had short, curly blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin. As for her body, after I took her pants off I made a full inspection.

            First of all, I was immediately turned on by the fact that she wore no underwear. She probably figured the pants were so tight, how could she? She had a neatly trimmed blonde pussy and nice wide hips. She was average build, which to me means that you couldn't bounce quarters off her stomach, but you could definitely hold onto her tight while fucking her from behind or while munching on her pussy.

            Beth removed George's top to reveal her small, firm breasts. I'd say they were probably B-cups with long, hard nipples which I absolutely love. I was ready to feast on my fantasy friend, but it seems that Beth was quicker than me. Beth sucked long and hard on each nipple, treating them like miniature cocks. Her lips slid up and down slowly over each hardened nipple, giving both equal attention. Then Beth painted George's areola with her soft, pink tongue.

            "Mmm," purred George. "That is so hot. My pussy is drooling. I need this mess cleaned up quickly."

            I volunteered for "mop up" duty in a heartbeat. I stripped down to my birthday suit, dropped to my knees, and started licking all the nectar escaping from George's pussy. Her lips were glistening, even in the dim light of the room, and a constant flow poured out of her into my waiting mouth. Beth continued to suck off George's nipples, as I took two fingers and placed them up into my wife. I held George around her hips with one hand, forcing her wetness onto my face. With my other hand, I reached up into my wife's love nest, and rubbed her G-spot. Before I knew it, both women were panting and moaning, while their leg muscles slowly gave way.

            "Come on, Pete. Lay me across this bed and fuck me now. Hurry, I want you," ordered my wife. I pulled my fingers out of her sopping wet pussy and helped her onto the bed. She lay there, on her back, with her legs opened waiting for me.

            "What about me?" George sounded upset, since I had to stop licking her soaked snatch in order to accommodate Beth. “I want some too, unless you guys aren't into that."

            "Hey, don't worry. There's plenty to go around. Right, Beth?"

            "Lay down on top of me," suggested Beth. "That way I can play with you while my husband fucks you."

            George loved that idea and so did I. I remembered the condom I was given on the way in and I wasted no time slipping it on. I wasn't used to using them, since I only have sex with my wife, but the timing was perfect. Meanwhile, George lowered herself on top of Beth and my wife quickly went to work.

            Beth reached around and played with George's nipples with one hand, while she spread her pussy lips with the other. She rubbed George's swollen clit with two fingers. I was about ready to explode from watching the show. Instead, I put my hard cock into George, as she reached back with both arms and grabbed Beth's face. She turned her head to kiss and lick my wife's face, as I pumped her pussy harder and harder.

            "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me," George cried out, as she continued kissing Beth passionately.

            "Come on, Pete. Fuck her good." My wife cheered me on and I rocked my hips faster than before. "Take that thing off and come inside my pussy."

            I gave George a few more thrusts, but I knew my time was short. I couldn't hold out any longer. The reality of having two women was too much for me and my will power. After my last entry into George's drenched hole I pulled my cock out, quickly removed my condom, and inserted myself into my wife. Beth was open and ready for me, grabbing me with her muscles. George was having an orgasm of her own, under the constant care of Beth's busy fingers.

            "Oh, I'm gonna come, baby. Oh!" I flooded my wife's pussy instantly with every drop I possessed. My balls emptied in long spurts, wave after wave transferred inside Beth. She moaned in excitement, but I knew she wasn't totally fulfilled. I wasn't the only one who noticed either.

            "Oooh, baby. That was hot," said George. "Let me take care of you now, Beth." George rolled off my wife and dove right into her well-used pussy. George licked Beth's clit, while my full load slowly trickled out of my wife's hole. It ran down to her ass, with some of it dripping onto the bed.

            "Oh, George. Yes! Eat my pussy. Make me come, baby. Eat it. Eat it!" Beth began to buck like a wild horse, as George lapped up Beth’s lovely cream pie. She had the best of both worlds in her mouth. My wife's pussy, along with both of our offerings, was being consumed by a near stranger. What a lucky lady, I thought.

            Beth came harder than I had seen in a long time. She yelled so loud that I thought someone would run into our room to see what the matter was. She threw her head back, howled like a wolf at the moon, and let her body go limp. We all collapsed for a few moments before getting dressed.

            "So, George. I have to know. Why did you wear the male costume to this party?" I had to ask -- I was curious.

            "Simple answer? I'm a lesbian. Okay, maybe after tonight, I'm bi. Really, I don't usually do guys, but because you were with Beth and both of you seemed so nice I figured okay. Besides, you guys are about as horny as I am." That made all three of us chuckle.

            "Glad you had a good time. I know I did," added Beth.

            Soon after, we parted ways, but promised to get together again someday. The next day, I made a new friend while playing my fantasy football. He was also from New York and his name was Pat. I wonder if that was really Patrick, or maybe Patricia?

       

       

Back To School

The new school year is back in full swing. Whether it’s the small ones in grade school or the bigger ones in college, we all know someone who is in school right now. Perhaps they’re even your own children. No matter the situation, school is now in session!

 

Here’s a little story about a teacher – hope you like it…..

 

Hot For Teacher

        Most of the time it sucks being a teacher. Crappy income and lots of work that doesn't go away at the end of the school day are two valid reasons not to pursue this line of work. However, there are a few perks. My favorite one is parent-teacher night. Sure, I know plenty of teachers who absolutely dread spending hours talking to parents about why their child can't grasp basic math, can't read, or is a pain in the ass trouble-maker. But I put up with that for only one reason - women.

       I'm forty-one years old and have been a teacher for about fifteen years now. I taught the first grade for ten years and had the luck of fucking about a dozen young MILFs. Their ages usually ranged from twenty-five to thirty-five. Then, as I got older, I realized that I wanted to move on to slightly older women. So that's when I became a fifth grade teacher. Now the mothers range in age from about thirty-five to forty-five. Of course, there are some exceptions to the rule.

        I remember once -- during my stint as a first grade teacher -- when a woman of about fifty came in to meet with me. She looked pretty damn good for her age, so I asked for her number. She invited me over to her place, of course when I was supposed to be at work. It was a brilliant plan and I ended up fucking her all morning long, right up until school was dismissed. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that she was the child's grandmother, not mother. Guess that made her a GILF.

        I was counting on this year's parent-teacher meetings to produce some good, fuckable women.  Last year proved to be slim pickings -- only the third time in fifteen years that has happened. A hard-working, lifelong bachelor like me needs incentive to come to work. This was my night. This is why I remained a teacher.

        After I said goodnight to Lisa Coleman and her parents, Donald and Trudy, I looked at my schedule to see that I had only one more appointment scheduled for the night. It was Johnny Johnson's parents, whoever might show up. This had proved to be another disaster of a year. I couldn’t believe it was going to be back-to-back years of no mothers to conquer. I dragged my feet to poke my head outside the classroom, where hopefully my last appointment would be waiting.

        Walking towards me was a beautiful, tall brunette. She appeared to be six feet tall with legs that went on forever. This was mostly because she was wearing a short skirt. Not a mini skirt, but somewhere between a mini and a regular length. I'm no fashion expert, but I liked what I saw. She wore a blazer and looked very professional. I still couldn't take my eyes off the long hair, or the legs, or the…

        "Barry? Barry Howard? It's me, Leslie. Leslie Turner. Well, now it’s Johnson. I'm Johnny's mother."

        Leslie? Oh man, I haven't seen her in forever, at least since our college days. She was just as beautiful, or even more so, as when I had seen her last. "Leslie. Nice to see you again. Come in. Have a seat."

        Leslie walked in and made herself comfortable, sitting in the empty chair I set up beside my desk. As she walked by me, I smelled her hair and it brought back memories of yesteryear. "So, how have you been? It's been a while."

        "You know, Johnny said that his teacher this year was Mr. Howard, but of course I had no idea it was you. So, how is he doing?"

        I found it a little weird that she wanted to get right down to business. Maybe she didn't care for small talk or reminiscing with me. Maybe going down memory lane wasn't her idea of fun, so I figured I'd better just be professional. "Johnny is great. One of the best in class. No complaints at all, except one math test that he didn't do so great on. He's been getting B's most of the way, but last month we had a test and he only got a D. Not his best work, but I wrote it off as a fluke."

        "I apologize for that, you see…"

        "Oh, please, Leslie. No need for that. Johnny is great."

        "Thank you, Barry, but I still feel I need to explain. You see, Johnny's father and I got divorced last year. Since then, we've been fighting back and forth with custody rights and alimony. It's been hard on Johnny, but he's really doing his best."

        "I'm sorry, Leslie. I had no idea." But, I was smiling in my mind. She wasn't married anymore.

        "We're adjusting. Life goes on, you know?"

        "Looks like you're doing just fine. You look terrific, better than ever."

        "I see you still have that old college charm, Barry. It worked twenty years ago…"

        "I know, but now I'm just a school teacher in his forties and you appear to be some hot-shot business type that probably makes five times as much as I do.”

        "Don't sell yourself short. I have a pretty good memory. Just because we parted ways after school doesn't mean I wasn't thinking of you. We went to two different schools after college, but not two different planets."

        "Well, thank you for being kind, Leslie."

        "You’re welcome, although it's just not me being kind. You're a hard guy to forget. You're the kind of guy whose name a girl could accidentally scream out while having sex with someone else."

        What? Was that a confession? "Are you trying to tell me…?"

        Attention all parents and teachers. It is five minutes to eight. Please finish all meetings as soon as possible so our custodian can finish cleaning the classrooms for tomorrow's day of school. Thank you and good night.

        "Sounds like they’re throwing us out, huh," I said.

        "I guess that's my cue to go, Barry. It's been great speaking with you."

        "Same here," I confessed. "Hope we get another chance really soon." I had to get that out there. I don't know if that was a turn-off to her or not, but I just had to say it. It was the truth. Leslie had been a knock-out in college and twenty years later she was hotter than ever.

        I stood up and extended my arm, being polite. I always shook hands with the parents when they left. Leslie got up and took my hand but she leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad I came tonight, Barry. I can’t wait to come again.”

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        That night I had trouble falling asleep. I watched some awful movie on television trying to get Leslie’s image and words out of my mind. She was drop-dead beautiful and we had a relationship in our last year of college. It was great, but that was twenty years ago. Now she walks back into my life, this time as a school parent, but she's not the ordinary MILF. This wouldn't be a conquest like the ones in the past. She was different. She represented the longest relationship I've ever had with a woman. Sure, we were young, but we still loved each other – I could feel it. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it was lust.

        I pictured her naked body in mind. She had long hair that draped over her shoulders, resting gently on her full C-cups. My eyes pan down over her flat stomach and travel to her brown patch of pubic hair. I can see her pink lips peeking out from the wisps of hair and she is wet. Her ample hips lead down to her long, shapely legs. I look at her, waiting for her part those delicious thighs so I can taste her love. She smiles at me, letting me know that she is ready. I tell her I love her, and want…

        "Shit!" I came all over myself – that hasn’t happened in years. Good thing I sleep naked. I rolled over and went to sleep. I'll take a shower tomorrow morning.

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        Seeing Johnny the next morning in class was a little weird. It was Friday, so I hoped the day would pass quickly and give me a chance to not to deal with this situation for a couple of days. I almost felt like I had to be extra nice to him, or else he'll go back and tell his mother on me. Now that would be awkward. How would I handle that situation? I decided to carry on as normal as possible. When the day was over, Johnny started out of the room, but then suddenly stopped himself.

        "Mr. Howard? I have something for you from my mom. Sorry I forgot to give it to you earlier."

        He handed me an envelope. "Thank you, Johnny. Have a good weekend."

        I opened the envelope. Inside was a letter from Leslie which read:

        My Dear Barry, We have so much catching up to do, but I just wanted to be clear about a few things first. After college we parted ways, but I never stopped thinking of you or caring for you. After some time I started dating again, but I was always really busy with either school or work. I became an ad agent, which makes a good living, and that's where I met my husband Harold, Johnny's father. He was a nice guy at first, so I got suckered in, I guess you could say. It didn't last long and within four years we separated. He had been part of Johnny's life inconsistently and that's why I decided enough was enough. Last month the divorce was finalized, and as luck would have it, you're back in my life again. I don't know if you're seeing anyone or even if you're married, but just say the word, and I'll stop bothering you. Otherwise, I would like to see you again. Leslie

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        It was late Saturday morning. I didn't want to seem too eager, but I read Leslie's note about a thousand times, and each time I read it I wanted her more. I couldn't worry about the past, just needed to focus on the future. I was a bachelor, a self-proclaimed life-long bachelor, and hunting down women for sex was my way of life. I used my job, as well as bars, the internet, the laundromat, and just about anywhere else. But maybe it was time to settle down. Maybe it was time to reconnect with the only real love I've had in my life. I know one thing for sure and that was I was getting as nervous as a schoolboy thinking about calling Leslie. I wanted to, heck, I had to, if I wanted to see her again. My palms were wet and my heart raced as I picked up the phone and dialed.

        "Hello," Leslie said in her perkiest voice.

        "It's Barry. How are you?"

        "I was beginning to think I scared you off."

        "No way! Not at all. Just needed time to think," I explained sincerely.

        "I understand, Barry. So, did I scare you away?"

        "I called, didn't I? I mean, I want to see you."

        "When?"

        "Now," I replied, followed by nervous laughter.

        "Wow. That's a good sign. I’ll tell you what -- Johnny is going out in about an hour, want to come over?"

        "Bet on it."

        Leslie gave me her address, even though I already knew it from my teacher files. It was the same way I knew her phone number, but I'm sure she realized that. I showered, dressed, and headed over to her house. I didn’t know if she’d want to sit and talk, perhaps to clear the air about her past and our past. Maybe it would be more like the future plans on how we would fit into each other's lives. We weren't college kids anymore. We were adults now, even though my heart still fluttered like it did twenty years ago.

        I arrived an hour later and was impressed by her home. It was a two-story, brickface, and looked expensive. I could only imagine what the inside looked like. Pretty good for just two residents. I rang the bell and waited for Leslie.

        The door opened, but no one was standing there. Okay, that was creepy. Was she hiding behind the door? "Hello?"

        "Enter, Silly," replied Leslie, who was standing behind the door.

        "Okay. What's wrong?" I asked.

        "You tell me." Leslie pushed the door shut. She stood there naked. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered. "I know it's a bit presumptuous of me to do this, but just in case you don't feel the same way about us that I do, I wanted to at least have one moment to remember you by."

        "What?" I was truly baffled. "What are you talking about?"

        "Just in case you don't want the same things I want, I'll always have memories of the good times we shared."

        "So, you want to sit down and talk about this?" I asked.

        "No way. I'm standing here naked, Barry. Right now I want to fuck you raw."

        My cock immediately strained in my pants, which were now being taken off by Leslie. She kissed me full and deep and she was certainly a woman on a mission. She had always been the aggressive type, especially during sex. That's one of the many things I loved about her.

        After Leslie got my clothes off, she grabbed me by my cock and led me to the stairs. I imagined we were going to her bedroom, if we could hold off that long. With her in front of me, I had a perfect view of her shapely ass and full pussy lips. I couldn't stand it, so halfway up the stairs I grabbed her around her ample hips and shoved my face between her globes. She accommodated me by bending over and allowed me to lick the full length of her glorious crack. I lick and sucked everything in front of me and Leslie was one wet MILF. I lay across the stairs so she could straddle my face, which she happily obliged. Holding onto the banister, Leslie dipped her wetness into my mouth. She seemed to be dipping a tea bag into a hot cup of water, gently squatting over my face for me to suck the juices out of her. Believe me, twenty years later, she was flowing like never before.

        Leslie repositioned herself so now she squatted over my rock-hard cock. She held onto the banister for leverage and bounced on my fuck pole. She worked up a steady beat, as I grabbed hold of her hips and helped her feel me harder and stronger. I felt Leslie's pussy salivate over my manhood and knew she must be close to an orgasm.

        "Oh, Barry. Take me upstairs. Fuck me on my bed."

        I continued to impale her but I could tell her legs were giving out, so I finally slowed to a stop. Leslie climbed off me, sat down on the stairs, and gasped for air. I stood in front of her with my cock standing at attention just inches from her face. Leslie leaned over and opened her mouth, slowly taking the full length of my love into her orifice. She closed her warm lips around me and I felt like I would blow at that moment. It felt so hot, so good to have Leslie's mouth on me once again. I thought I’d spend many nights alone dreaming of this and how I wish I could have this experience again.

        "Oh, Leslie. I’ve missed you so much." I didn't know how she would react to hearing that at this precise moment, but I spoke from the heart. I don't know if it was love or just lust, but I felt like a new man, reborn even, for having found her again. "How do you like the taste of your own pussy?"

        Leslie responded with a muffled moan. I knew she like the sound of that, but she still pulled her head back to withdraw my cock from her mouth.

        "Please take me to my bed and fuck me, Barry. I want you inside me. Hard."

        I bent down and scooped Leslie into my arms. I carried her to her room, crossed the threshold, and laid her gently down on the bed. I lay beside her, looking into her eyes, gently stroking her full pussy lips. "So, Leslie. What can I do for you?"  I asked.

        Leslie giggled. "Move in with me. I mean, with me and Johnny. I know it'll be weird at first, but please say you'll think about it."

        "Have you talked to Johnny about this yet?"

        "Not yet, but I've been thinking about this since I saw you again," confessed Leslie. "I know what I want, Barry, and it's you. I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers again. I can't change the past, but I know what I want in my future. Yes, it'll be rough or weird even, but I'm sure we'll be able to handle it."

        "I agree, Leslie. I just don't want you to wake up one day and decide that you hate me. That maybe you made a mistake and resent me for it. Plus, Johnny is growing up. He'll end up bigger than me and probably kick my ass some day." I couldn't help it, I had to laugh at my own stupid attempt at a joke.

        Leslie smiled. "Listen, you. Keep playing with my pussy while I tell you this. Ready? Keep stroking it. That's it. Don't forget to rub my clit now. Good boy. Barry, I love you."

        "Oooh, baby. I love you, too." I leaned forward and kissed Leslie. Her mouth parted, as we searched each other with our tongues.

        "Mmm, Barry. You're going to make me come. Please. Please go inside me. I want to feel you inside me."

        I stopped rubbing Leslie's clit and climbed on top of her. She pulled her knees up towards her chest and waited for me to enter her. I took my throbbing tool in my hand and guided it into her hot pink cavern. She was so wet. I just let myself absorb her juice, her heat.

        "Come on, Barry. Give it to me. Please. I want to come with you inside me."

        I started rocking my hips, pumping myself deep into her waiting pussy. I slowly picked up the pace, as Leslie's breathing became labored. She panted and begged for me to do her harder and I was only so happy to please my lover. She started to reach her orgasm, as I began to feel my own churning from my balls. I got tighter and tighter, as Leslie tightened up her vagina muscles, clinging to my cock. She screamed in orgasm and I was all but done.

        "Ohhh. Leslie, I'm going to shoot off. Where do you want it, baby?"

        "Come in me, baby. Go ahead, let me feel it. Fill me up, baby."

        That's precisely what I did. Sometimes you feel as though you're coming and sometimes you feel like you're having an orgasm. This, this was an orgasm. This was me being with the woman I loved more than I have loved anyone before or since. This was me trying my best to please her, to make her understand how much I loved her. I shot about a million shots of my love juice into her. It felt like it was going on for hours and when I was done I had to admire my own work. I saw that her beautiful pussy could not contain it all, not this time anyway. Maybe it had been that long, too long.

        Now that we were together there would many more days like today. Of that, I was sure, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.

Writers Write

 

Everyday life, like work, school, children, even Facebook can prevent us from writing. Whether it’s 1000 words or 10,000 words, writing something, anything is better than not doing it at all. So, when life gets in the way just remember – writers write.

Write something – doesn’t matter what it is. For example, after years of writing Erotica I had a chance to write a brief fantasy piece. I was told to write something under 500 words, a weird scenario, and that’s what I did.

For better or worse, here it is, because writers write!

 

RAT PROBLEM

"Harold! HAROLD!"

        "Fuck do you want?" Harold mumbled under his breath from his easy chair in the living room.  She always had a knack for interrupting him when he was trying to relax.

        "Where are you, Harold?" Mildred asked again from the kitchen.

        "In the living room, dear. Just trying to relax and watch the ball game." Harold said something else under his breath, but it was incoherent.  He went back to his game.

        "Better come quick. I think we have a rat in the basement."

        No response.

        "Harold! I said there's a rat in the basement!"

        "Cunt!" Harold said it loud enough for his wife to hear, but didn't care. His game was on and she had the audacity to interrupt him. Harold got up and went to the kitchen.

        "Better take the flashlight from the drawer. I think the lights are out."

        "Yes. Dear." Anything to shut the old bitch up.  He intended to make this a quick job.

        Harold opened the door to the basement. He felt the wall for the light switch, flicked it, but nothing happened. He held the flashlight, but it wasn't on yet, since he had enough light glowing from the kitchen.  There were only about a dozen stairs to walk down.

        "Okay, here I go, Mildred."

        His wife didn't respond. Instead, she just watched him slowly descend the darkened staircase. He missed the huge grin spreading across her lips.

        Harold made it down the first six or seven steps, with the flashlight in hand. Then it happened. He stepped down but nothing was there - no floor, no steps, nothing. Harold lost his balance and dropped about five or six feet. He landed in a pile of broken glass and wood, probably from the missing stairs.

        Shards protruded from his face, with cuts all around his eyes and cheeks.  He felt a burning sensation, like he was being clawed.  One large piece of wood stuck out of his neck. The pain was unbearable. Harold screamed for help, but Mildred remained at the top the stairs. She could barely see him now, since it was so dark down in the basement. She almost wished she had another flashlight in the house.

        Harold gripped the splintered piece of stairs with his bloody hand. He made the error of pulling the wood out of his neck. It was lodged in a major artery , perhaps his jugular.  The blood began squirting out, almost comically. Harold screeched like a chick in a bad slasher movie, and Mildred began laughing out loud.

        "You sound like a little bitch, Harold," taunted Mildred.

        The blood kept streaming from his body until he lost all consciousness, which seemed like an eternity but was probably less than a minute. Soon, Harold was dead.

        Mildred stood at the top of the stairs for a moment and pondered the situation.

        "Rat problem solved." Mildred slammed the door to the basement.