One Fucking Rule

One Fucking Rule

The problem was not me. It was also not my wife or even her lover Marcus. The problem was Marcus’s wife, who for some reason or another had come up with a silly rule that stated Marcus was not allowed to come in anyone other than her. Which, of course, meant that the...
Back of the Bus

Back of the Bus

I was fingering her in the back seat of the bus when she told me to fuck her. We had kissed exactly twice before then, and both times were brief and nearly chaste. A brush of the lips more than a passion play. But there we were, on our way home from the last day of...