Jennifer Patterson was a sophomore at Ambrosia High. She was of
medium height with a curvy build and white-blond hair. Her mother had
been a Bulldog cheerleader and Jennifer had been raised believing that
there was no higher calling than to don the red, blue and white and
spend Friday nights encouraging the Bulldogs to slaughter their
opponents. It was …
Tag: FF
Karen was my boss at work, and from the first time I saw
her, I had to have her. While a pussy may be the source
of a woman’s pleasure, I believe that the face is the
source of her beauty. And Karen’s face was magnificent.
Most women seem to comment about the softness of another
woman’s body and breasts, …
I’d wanted her since the first time I saw her.
With that cute blond pixie haircut and those impossible
blue eyes, she was irresistable. Her smile was the
kind that could light up a room and her body was slender
but deliciously curved. Her name was Megan.
We had a class together with an informal professor who
didn’t care where …
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked quietly from the
dark leather chair where she was seated. She’d been
sitting silently, relaxed, just watching him for some
time before she finally spoke.
He sat safely behind his oversized desk and looked at
her. Petite. Long blonde hair. Her legs tucked under
herself. She possessed the most kissable lips that …
I guess you could say I’m a fairly lucky girl, I have a
good paying job that I love and I live in a high rise
only three blocks from my job in a middle size city. As
for me, I’m a five foot six inch tall red head and
weigh one hundred and twenty pounds with a thirty four…
A mature, hirsute lesbian cleaning woman lusts after
the young college girls that she sees every day at
work. Then before she knows it, she’s experiencing a
lustful love session with an 18-year-old freshman
lesbian.
Mary pulled her beat-up old car in front of her house
and stepped out. It had been a long day at work. For
the past …
Paul dreamed he was back on leave in Tokyo. It
was in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) now
westernized and common as massage parlors in
America. But this was a special place-of a
bygone era now to be found only in fiction-
where a gentleman, or at least a man of some
means could purchase unique and pleasurable
experiences …
When I was in college, I lived with my aunt and uncle.
Their house was in the college town and staying there
was a hell of a lot cheaper than staying in a dorm. I
got along well with my Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Bob,
especially because they were more liberal about things
than my folks. How much more liberal? …
The silver Lear Jet flew high above the giant city,
Flashing in the sunlight.
Nikki couldn’t believe her eyes. She had never
seen a city so large, all she could do was look and
wonder. Truly America was the land of opportunity, and
this strange city called New York only proved beyond
doubt that this was so. Growing up in …
I kicked at the soaked sheets, trying to disentangle
them from my sweaty legs. They were all twisted up,
but I managed to pull my feet free and roll over onto
my side. I knew that in a very short time I would be
shivering so badly that I’d be forced to pull the
matted sheets back up again, but …