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Jennifer made it home shortly after the first snow flakes started to
fall in what would turn out to be a wicked blizzard. Good thing too as
her sports car doesn’t operate well on anything other than bare, dry
pavement.
“It’s soooo cold out there,” she said, and after welcoming hugs from
her mother and I she tossed her coat …
I knew that there was no way that Kristina’s parents would allow her
to go to the block party with me, and I wouldn’t ask her to sneak
around against her father’s wishes, so I decided to give Becky
Steinman a call. After all, why should I be the only kid there
without a girl to hang out with?
“Hi, …
Read More →Sales, thought Jeff, is hell.
This insight into the universe came to him on the 8:00 night
flight to Chicago, a trip which had forced the cancellation of his
annual Valentine’s Day date with his wife. With their dual careers, it
was hard enough to get time together for a quiet evening, much less a
special occasion. Nancy was lecturing …
“So,” her voice was a horse whisper. “Do you want to come back to my
place and have sex with me?” she looked across at me.
I looked up shocked. Then I recovered my composure. “Why?” I asked,
putting an edge in my voice.
She smiled, almost giggled, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, what’s the point, Alexandra?” I looked …
A sea mist rose slowly off the placid surface of the calm sea,
and the darkening sun hung, paused in its slow western descent. The
moment hung too, an idyllic hiatus in the flurry of life. The
coastline was deserted except for one sole, slim, figure. The
olive-skinned girl watched the sunset in silence; she gazed at
the western horizon. …
In the dark, the cold sucked the warmth from Glen as he lay on the
ground near the edge of the woods. The ground had begun to give
up its heat at the end of September as nights cooled down. By the
end of October, the ground was cold. Lying upon it, the ground felt
like ice. The night air …
It was a warm autumn evening in New Orleans, and the air was thick with the scent of jambalaya and the distant sound of jazz. I was sitting at the bar in The Spotted Cat, nursing a Sazerac, when she walked in. Her name was Isabella, a sultry brunette with olive skin, fiery eyes, and curves that could make a …
Read More →Karen shivered in the cool breeze as she turned off the pathway and down
a shortcut
to her college. She was 19, a freshman and just beginning to come to
terms with sex.
Her parents had been strict Catholics and she hadn’t even started dating
till she was
seventeen. She was still a virgin, though she was determined to change…
Read More →My hubby and I were treating ourselves to dinner and a night at the Hilton in Sydney (Australia) back in the early 1980’s. It was my 23rd birthday and I had a little too much to drink and was feeling rather disinhibited and horny. At dinner, my hubby slipped his hands up my wet knickers, and teasingly caressed my clit …
Read More → My wife and I have been married for 4 years. Great
marriage, great sex, and great friends. However I have a
thing for watching her get fucked…the harder the better.
For the longest time I’ve been dropping hints about my
Interest, but I never really pushed the issue. I would talk
dirty to her in bed, and she would occasionally …
Brian: Good afternoon. I’m Brian Gumball.
Katie: And I’m Katie Cutetrick, broadcasting from
Athens, Greece, site of the 2004 sex Olympics.
Brian: Sex is just a demonstration sport this year,
but the International Sex Committee hope to have it
instated as a medal sport for 2008 in Beijing . NBC
Sports is broadcasting from the male female venue,
today. You …
Li’sar lay under the warm furs in the darkness, her body all scrunched up,
pondering what would happen to her. She was warm and surrounded by others, yet
she felt cold and alone.
Light suddenly entered the chamber, it was Master Balad, one of the slavers.
“Time to get up” he instructed. This would be the third day since she …
She was dripping wet. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked
across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight.
Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he
did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so that water cascaded off
of …
He shook his head — all their years together — a tear slowly
wended its way down his cheek, as he began to pack her things.
The blue dress she wore to their daughter Denise’s wedding. He
remembered how happy she was, how she felt in his arms as they
danced around the room. The material was soft, clingy, sensual;…
“Oy um a fock’n butch!”
Kristen looked at Patty and me, wide eyed. “So that’s
what I looked like!”
We were in Kristen’s “play room” over the garage. Patty
was mostly naked, and was holding my penis in my mouth while
trying to say “I’m a fucking bitch.”
For some reason, Patty kept on fantasizing on my
humiliation of Kristen, …