Tag Archives: Roger Tedman
Alabaster — Roger Tedman
She lay face down on the couch, a chaise-longue, propped up on her elbows with one foot trailing on the floor. Her hair tumbled down covering her face, reaching to her forearms. “I think we are just about done here for today.” Said the tall man standing a few feet from her. He wore an [...]
Memories — Roger Tedman
My breath came in shallow pants, and my heart beat wildly. I looked down on my wife; her hair was in disarray, and her flushed skin was soaked with sweat as she climbed down from her own orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me, a smile on her partially open mouth. [...]
Seconds — Roger Tedman
She was a big girl; well, she should be. Her chatroom handle gave it away really, bbwlover, bit of a clue. We met, if that is the right word in an “adult” chatroom, though the ribald comments being passed around weren’t very adult at all. She told me she had a 42E bust, and I [...]
Old Joke — Roger Tedman
I took a sip of my beer, put the glass on the table, and settled back in the sunshine. From behind my dark glasses, I looked out across the square at the people there, mainly at cyclists, and especially at the female cyclists. I love Flanders. Good beer, pretty girls, and today, the sun was [...]
The Mask — Roger Tedman
I’d been planning this for some time, but only now had I got up the courage to come. The instructions were explicit, go to the cubicle, undress, put on the blindfold, and then push the bell-push to let them know I was ready. There was to be no talking, no noise of any sort, or [...]
Framed — Roger Tedman
We met up at their house. We usually did. Once a month or so. They are an ordinary middle aged couple, Michelle and Harry, and I am slightly older. We got on well, and our regular three-way romps were something we all looked forward to. Our evenings always started with a few drinks, and Michelle [...]
The Archer — Roger Tedman