Letting It All Hang Out Ch. 01

With a total of thirty one published works on this site what have I learned? Based upon the rankings of my stories a little, at least in terms of reader preferences—but maybe a little more too. As authors, we must rely upon the rank/score to tell us how well our works are received—it's just a fact of life. As the quality of my writing has improved, that is as the number of spelling and grammatical errors have declined, and my sentence structure has improved along with my plots, and characters, I expected a commensurate improvement in my scores relative to the works of other authors. That, by and large, proved to be a false thesis. I've found stories by other authors with far more serious grammatical problems continued to score higher in the same category at the same time as my own—I know, as I read those stories myself. Many of those stories seemingly without a plot—composed of a litany of graphic sex acts strung together. So, what gives? I think it comes down to the fact the

We both lie here on her bed. I see her back. She feels so soft! I run my hands up and down her body, caressing it. We're still both naked, lying here on the bed. I have a perfect view of her face. I stare into her eyes and she into mine. She has a flawless face. She has 'that smile' on her face. Her long legs and her curvy hips are a sight to behold. I plant a kiss on her lips. She returns it in kind. Her smile grows. I continue to run my hands up and down her side. "Would you like to come to London with me?" "I've never been there before, I would love that. Give me a day. I get my Masters, tomorrow." "Oh that's nice, what are you studying?" "Aerospace Engineering." "Oh nice. How about this? I'll go to your graduation, and then we'll go to London." "Sounds like a plan! So what are we going to do in London?" "Just wanting to see the sights." "I've got a sight right in front of me

It was in the nineteen eighties when this story took place. Before the time of the internet and powerful computers. The commodore sixty-four was the top-of-the-line computer you could get. The front porch on our house needed to be rebuilt and a roof put over it. My wife Becky didn't work at the time because the kids were small. She bugged me constantly about the porch as I am a carpenter. I told her how much it would cost, told her to find a job to buy half the materials and I will construct it. In the eighties there was no craigslist, but there was a weekly paper with want ads for the area. My wife to my surprise showed me an ad for a female to have students who are in class to train as masseuses' practice to give a massage'. "You know that you will have to be nude for a massage' right!" I asked her. "Yes, I know that, but they pay twenty-five dollars an hour if I am willing to let the instructor give me a full erotic massage'. All the other jobs a

It had been six years since Ann had seen or even had a conversation with her mother and earlier in the day she had received a text message from her asking if she could come by and spend a day or two over the weekend. Ann's mom wanted to talk after all these years. Ann hesitated to respond to the text until after lunch and the reason being she still had a ton of animosity towards her and a huge resentment for the way her mom had treated her dad, cheating on him and raking him over the coals in the divorce. The man she cheated with was a pretty nice guy but Ann had chosen to distance herself from the whole mess. So Ann responded with a text that said she would head over after work and made no promises of how long she might stay. Since it was Friday and work had been slow she decided to take off early to go home and pack a few things for at least a day's stay. At home in her apartment Ann changed into shorts and a short cropped cotton shirt, leaving the bra off and packing it in

Being a typical man, I'm horny all the time. I cant count the number of times that I've come up to my wife and started kissing on her, only to have my advances refused. Or worse, we will be out somewhere and she will be flirty with me, promising a good time when we get home, and then nothing ever happens. If I had a dollar for every time that happened, I would be rich. I usually want sex but my wife rarely does, so sometimes I have to take things in hand, if you catch my drift. At work, being a mid-level manager, I had the luxury of my own office - one with no windows. My coworkers were mostly women, and more than half of them were quite attractive. Several of them were definitely hot. Lindsey, the hot blonde around the corner from me was a looker. Megan was a smoking red head from accounting. Dominque was a total babe, blonde, great body, and a flirty personality. Nicole was also very fuckable with legs for days, but she was higher up the company ladder so I didn't dare

This is my story and was also published elsewhere. ***** I recently joined a bicycle club where I net up with some singles and married men and women. One of the women was very friendly and flirty during a recent ride. I found out from the club leader that she was recently divorced and has a habit of hitting on the single guys in the club. I told him I wasn't interested in her even though she has an awesome tight petite body but I prefer my ladies to have some meat on their bones. After one of the more intense and longer rides, I was tired and sore when we got back to the parking lot where we started. While changing and getting ready to leave for home, my left hamstring cramped up causing me to wince in pain and hop on the other leg trying to stretch it out. One of the younger guys in the club, Jack told me to lie on my back on the grass and he would massage it out. I layed down on the grass while Jack massaged and stretched my leg out. Once the cramp was stretched out and the musc