“I don’t understand,” said Lori. “You get excited by thinking about watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it ever happened.” “I didn’t say it made sense,” said Edwin. They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after one of their athletic lovemaking sessions. Even though
For as long as she could remember, Gina had wanted to be a PLUN and a level four Pleasure Unit at that, the pinnacle of sexual strength and wondrous joy, the golden and tireless vagina and luscious body. Nothing else would do. All her anatomically correct Barbies were PLUNs and all of them were put
Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No smog, no traffic, a comfortable cost of living, and a sense of community in which neighbors looked after one another. On the other hand, 14-year-old Cynthia, often thought, this small town crap was just boring. Besides, if you got in trouble, everybody knew about
Tim and I had tried mild bondage on each other but we quickly discovered we weren’t into anything heavy. Mostly we like to cuddle, stroke and feel each other’s cocks in the most intimate of ways. And we do like to have fun. So I was a little surprised when Tim told me he had
“Where is my underwear honey?” I asked my wife. This was Saturday morning. I had noticed that my underwear had been disappearing from my drawer over the last 2 weeks. I thought nothing of it and thought that she simply had not done any laundry. How wrong I was! “Something went wrong with the washing
Ever since my dog broke me in, the first time, I have been a fan of fucking him whenever I could. I wasn’t always able to get special time with him though due to other factors. Things like people being in the house, having school work, or countless other hassles that come up in everyday
My name is Peter and I thought I had most things going for me. I have a reasonably good job trouble shooting for big power plants and I have a gorgeous wife. In fact my wife Jenny was better than gorgeous she was a knock out. Her 5ft 8inch figure with log slender legs and
I was so looking forward to my tenth year class reunion. It wasn’t because I loved high school; I had fucking hated it. I was too tall, underweight, extremely shy, I just hadn’t fit in. I was glad when it had been over. I had gotten a full scholarship to one of the best colleges.
“You’re kidding!” said Madison. Vanessa laughed. “No, I’m absolutely telling the truth,” she said. “You’ve been a conniving, controlling bitch since I first met you, but it’s hard to believe you pulled this off,” said Madison. “But I did,” said Vanessa. Madison knew Vanessa took her insults as compliments. “You’ve seen him.” “Yes, and I
I hate men, fuck them all, but I love their dicks. I love the way their dicks feel pounding in me, making me go crazy with lust. Black brothers fuck better, but white boys are more willing and eager. There was this time when I picked up a white boy at a bar on the
Carol and Alice decided to sneak off to go see Foxy Brown. It was frowned upon to see R-rated movies at the Brady residence but they thought “The Hell with it”. They told Mike they were going to a book club meeting. The two women didn’t say a word as they watched the movie and
My wife is a fantasy fuck, and she knows it. Drooling drunks will tell her their fantasy. She’ll find a way to make their fantasy come true, or do what she can do, and I have to find a way to deal with it. She doesn’t force dealing with it on me; in fact, she
“Don’t forget to call me if you catch an earlier plane home from the conference or if your plane is delayed,” said Florence. “I want to know either way, so I can be ready.” “OK,” said Erwin. “Why are you so obsessive about this vacation?” “Because your company owns you for the next five days,”
For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e- mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if neither of us were what the other expected. I knew the basics about
“Oh, that black horse is lovely!” Sharon cried. “Can I ride him, Aunt Pearl?” Pearl glanced sideways at her niece. She had been surprised and pleased at how nubile the girl had become since she’d seen her last. There was something about nubile young girls that Aunt Pearl always found very interesting. The horse was