I was very very hornybut my wife had gone awaySo i put her sexy knickers onI know, what can i say The lace was black and shinyAs my cock began to swellIt poked above elastic I'll cum as sure as...

I've written beforeabout the chatter that fills our headsall day long.Now here's the question:If you can hear the voice,who is doing the talking?Which one are youthe speaker,or the listener?

We met serendipitously,not because the universe announced itself,but because a concrete planterheld just enough spacefor two people not lookingto notice each other anyway. A week too heavy.A night already thinning.Then your voice, unarmed.Mine answering before I knew why. Chance opened the...