mature stories and histories

Character descriptions:
Seth Jones:
* first person
* male
* stocky, 6'0
* 28 years old
* dirty blonde hair generally combed up and over to the left
* Green eyes
* Assistant Principal
* Dry humor
* Introvert
* 6" cock
Kim Smith
* The crush
* Female
* Beautiful ????...

The next morning, I was leaving Kathy and Nina's house when I received three text messages in a row. The first was from Joelle.
"I'm free this morning if you'd like to stop by my office?"
I text her back. "Absolutely. I can be there in 20 minutes."
"Perfect. See you then", she responds.
I opened the next message, which was from Grace. "I had a great time yesterday. Can I see you tonight? I also have a friend who wants to meet tomorrow morning if you're free?"...

It was a few years back when I had people that hated me, they came after me and tried to ruin me. They even convinced my folks and my mom and pops that I'm delusional, just making stuff up. Sure I had a set back with the medications, kind of messing with my fertility and erectile function a little bit. Little did they know that despite the hurdles, I just kept making super lovely babies, laying on top of beautiful and fertile women, pumping them full of my sperm and making them pregnant. Surely enough they ...

Some may call what I have, a fetish. I just see it as a logical and practical approach. What am I talking about? Older ladies. Not just older than my thirty five years but old. What do I mean by that? Normally over sixty. Why is this logical and practical? Because I love sex, not just a bit but a lot. The more of it the better. My experiences over the last few years have shown me, that old ladies are grateful for the attention, which they would otherwise not get. Many have a lifetime of experience. A lot ar...

After my evening with Anitha, I was much more at ease. I found I was able to focus on my work better, I slept better and my body was less stressed.
And I thought about going back.
What was she? She was not a kept woman, or a prostitute, or... was she?
Well, yes of course she was a prostitute. I mean, I paid her for her sexual services, didn't I? So I shouldn't be having feelings for her. I can't actually believe that I am special to her. I can't think that she is thinking of me, looking forward to ...

WINSTON AND PRISCILLA, Pt. 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based... loosely... on real events... and wild flights of fantasy. Only the names have changed.
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"When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?" ― Shannon L. Alder...

One thing kept bothering them though. It was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Arnold would leave the farm at the end of September to resume his courses at the agricultural university.
They dreaded to talk about it.
Until one day in August Helga took the initiative.
"Harold, we need to talk, you know about what, don't you," she said over diner....

At 6:45 when an exhausted Kenny (a. k. a. Kurt) and smiling Monica were leaving the suite, she told him that she was going to give him the highest possible marks on her evaluation. "Way better than my ex husband, and I am sure better than any of the boys from college before I got married. You were delightful."...

I suppose you would call me a pervert insomuch that even though I am only 25 I have a fetish for being attracted to and needing to play and fuck very old women.
Which is why I volunteered as carer at weekends in a very expensive care home. Sometimes I got lucky but it was very hit and miss.
Anyway when I clocked on one Saturday, the matron called me into her office. "Toby, I won't beat about the bush, but since you have volunteered her I have noticed that you persist in trying to look up our old ladie...

CHAPTER 2: MOMMY SLUT
After barely recovering from the second fucking by him and Mr. Tillotson in his office, Mr. Bartels suggested a celebratory drink and pointed me again to the cabinets on the opposite wall of his expansive corner office. This time I would be joining them. I felt the eyes of both men on my naked body as I walked with more confidence and ease than I ever would have thought possible considering I only met each man in person earlier today. More amazing, I had just an hour or so before su...

Before we go any further here, Ladies and Gentlemen, I need to point out that in this, my latest muse, i've let my imagination 'run riot' as it were. So, if none of the following is blatantly impossible, it is extremely unlikely to have occurred in reality. I mean, at one point i make the suggestion that a professional lawyer puts 'doing the right thing' as more important than making money! AS IF? Please bear this in mind whilst reading, and if you prefer the stories you read to be utterly realistic, it's p...

I'd been an expatriate in Colombo, Sri Lanka, for about a year, living in a neighbourhood with fellow British nationals. Since I was working for a British company as a consultant in the country, I felt good about having a purpose, and I earned a very good income. I mostly liked the country and the city, and the Sri Lankan culture was a wonderful experience....

Chapter 23 - Rescue?
As dawn arrived, I sat in my window and watched the small sailboat anchor off the shore where the plane carcass was. Watching the boat, I saw three members of the crew get an inflatable boat off the davits, add a pair of outboard motors, and drop it into the water. As they did that, a woman came up from below and talked to one of the men. He gestured wildly and then slapped her across the face. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her to a below decks door, throwing her down the steps ...

The company's staff was sitting in our founder's suite at the Belmont Stakes, and Andi was trying to get my attention.
I was sitting with the other assistants, sipping cocktails, shooting the shit, and half-watching the races.
Andi was staring at me in a way that wasn't subtle. When I looked at her, she put her tongue in her left cheek, the universal sign for wanting to blow me....

My best friend, Ellie, had sworn up and down that her widower father was never home.
"He's seldom there, basically a ghost," she'd said, shoving the crumpled job listing across our uni's cafeteria table when I complained about my overdraft fee. "You'll just be watering his sad little ficus and collecting stupid money for minimal effort."...

Hey guys I need to confess something which happened 2 weeks ago. I work as a hotel manager, the hotel is always full. But during football season its gets extremely packed and crazy. Last fall we had a couple of issues with the air conditioning and the maintenance team was tasked out, so sometimes I have to resolve an issue. I remember a nice older couple probably late 50s or early 60s chatting with me at the front desk....

Chapter 20 - another day, another task and another cum
I spent the night in another woman sandwich, it is a delightful way to sleep, though it was frustrating as I was kept hard, but not allowed to cum.
I awoke the next morning with my usual hard-on in the crack of one the ladies I am holding. When she realizes I am awake, she backs up more and wiggles it into the correct position to keep me hard, with a giggle, of course....

She lived in a small house in the country with her parents, but they were out of town for the weekend. She was 18, I was 19, and we had been having sex long enough where the initial fears were subsiding and we wanted to start with new things.
As I walked in the door that night, she greeted me in a sarong, a long silk cloth that wrapped around her curves in all the right places and revealed plenty enough to know her intentions. She had shoulder red hair that was bright enough to almost be orange naturally...

Chapter 17 - the winds of change
The evening on shore breeze had cooled off the area and we were sitting around a fire. Dinner is over and the empty MRE packages were piled at the end of the tent. I looked at them and wondered when the local inhabitants would discover them (if there were any).
"You need to clean up that mess, the local inhabitants will come to that trash, and you won't like it when they do."...

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Summer 1978
The blue panel truck, with Giordano Roofing painted on the side, slowed to a stop in front of the two story ranch house at the end of Oakwood Lane. Turning off the ignition, Kyle Giordano reached for the clipboard on the passenger seat and verified the address on his work order. Satisfied that he was at the right location, t...

Arnold rode back to the farm at the end of the afternoon, after feeding the cattle in the field.
When he jumped of his tractor in the large barn, Helga stepped out of the front door and called, "Arnold!"
Arnold went up to her. "Hi Helga, you need me?"
"Hi Arnold, can I ask you something?"
"Sure Helga!"...

"Remember, I won't be home until eight tonight. I have to work overtime. Okay, see you later, love you!"
Jane's husband was out of the door and heading towards his car before she could reply.
Oh well, that left her alone for the day. It was a rare day off for her and she planned to make full use of it. Nothing exciting, mainly chores and perhaps a glass of wine in the garden during the afternoon, if the weather held....

CHAPTER 1: THE EXECUTIVE SERVICES INTERVIEW
This story depicts a woman, mother of two high school senior fraternal twin sons, widowed by her suicidal husband, and hopelessly in debt because of that husband. In desperation, she eyes a new position in the Corporation, Executive Services. Despite not being able to find out what the position entails, she hopes her background in sales and project management for the Corporation gets her an interview....

A meeting in the conference room ends and Vikrant Oberoi the VP heading the Delhi office stands up.
"So, guys let's target for a 25 million by the end of the final quarter, okay?? " Vikrant said.
Everyone starts moving out of the conference room and as Nandini was moving out Vikrant said, "Umm... Nandini could you please stay back we need to go over the audits??"...

Chapter 11 - a night on the lake
As I sat in the tent, I watched Ann swim out to the raft, spend 5 minutes in it and then swim back. She then gathered up different items, put them in a waterproof bag and swim back out. She then spent 15 to 20 minutes there, then swam back to get something, got it and then swam back out. She entered the raft and did not come out again....

I think I'll close this collection off tales with an account of the day I met my future parents in law, again, as with the time I met my future wife, I had no idea that this would prove to be the case.
Jenny and I had been an item for 5 months or so when we found time to take up her mother's offer to join them one weekend. Mr Soames had been out of hospital for a few months now, convalescing at home, where it now looked increasingly likely that he would not be returning to BBS....

Mrs. Weinstein wasn't like the other women in the neighborhood. It's probably a little over the top to say that she looked glamorous all the time, but she was always put together in a way that the other moms weren't. No matter the situation. I had never seen her in any athletic wear or sweatpants, not even a tee shirt on the rare occasion I saw her picking up the paper on her steps or having a friendly chat with the mailman. Instead, a skirt or a dress hugged her curvy ass and a fitted blouse struggled to c...

Time flies so fast when you're having fun.
It had been six weeks since Gloria Aldred had seduced her very young gardener. Six glorious weeks of fucking and sucking at all times of day and night.
After first screwing Paul on the back patio, Gloria had enjoyed sweaty sex with the man in the bedroom, the lounge, the sun room, the shower, the bath, even in the back seat of her Range Rover. They'd worked their way through the Kama Sutra and back again -- and she'd enjoyed every moment of it. The wonders of...

For almost three months, Annie let Papa G take her for a Sunday ride while her house parents are at church. As the only mailman on the lake, he loved to make these weekly "deliveries" to the girl the daddies referred to as their anal unicorn. After watching her buy some decidedly geriatric anal items from the CVS, Papa G, as we called him, couldn't help but ask what kind of troubles a young girl like her was having. Annie admitted that her partner liked it rough and to her surprise, Papa G offered up some e...

It was Monday afternoon and the weekly staff meeting in the Squadron conference room was about to start. Jason and Ms. J sat across from each other and would share quick glances trying not to be obvious to anyone else.
In a tattletale tone, "Hey Barbara, you'd never believe what happened at the movie theater on Saturday," Bonny excitedly said....