Hi, my name is Karl Radvanyi. This story is about a time in my life that I’ll never forget. It is a true story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I’m willing to tell the world. It took place just about a month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat
I went shopping and met a check out “girl” that was very attractive. She had long blonde hair, a deep voice, was very tall and was wearing a low cut blouse that showed off the cleavage of her ample breast. I asked when she got off and if she had plans for the evening. She
I’d spot you from a window in my house. You and Mary are moving your summer cloths out of your closet in your 2d floor bedroom. Your apartment building is very close to mine & you can look down into my 1st floor bedroom. I know that I got you this time. I’ve tried before,
I started dating my high school sweetheart in October, right as the basketball season started. Jamie and I had good sex; for high schoolers. I was a senior, and she was a sophomore. I enjoyed every aspect of our sex life mainly because the things that I was doing with her, were all firsts. She
I believe in variety, lost of variety. That’s why I frequent whores, and places where whores hang out. I guess you could call me a coinsure of prostitutes. I’ve probably been with more than 100 different women who sell their bodies to both men and women. Anyway, I ran across a real sweet amateur last
Frank knew he shouldn’t have sniffed the flower. As the clown had approached him, he had done his best to sit like a statue and ignore the grumpy old fart, until the ugly face had leaned in close to him and said, “Play along and I’ll make it up to you after the show.” It
Marnie set the hot pot of stew onto the table. The sound of her husband chopping wood outside stopped. She knew he would be in to eat his lunch, as he did every day. Every day of the weekend, Dave worked on his large house. During the week he slaved as a bank loan officer.
“There are times when you have to turn off your mind and think with your balls,” Michael thought idly. Eight years of blissful, loyal marriage had not stymied his vivid fantasies of making love to other women. Even the joys and rigors of parenthood had not dampened his intense imagination. He had gone through phases
“Michael, could you help me?” It was Mr. Dietel, my boss. “Of course, sir.” I jumped out of my car door to see my employer half-dragging his wife from the open elevator. Thea was obviously quite intoxicated and not in control of her own faculties. I lifted her free arm and placed it around my
My name is Inice, I’m a 20 year old woman from Jamaica. My black ancestry mixed with Asian, and eastern European has been kind of a gift to me. All the girls in my family have always been beautiful. It’s been that mixture of the races, that all came together some how – in a