Philippa had been restless all day. She knew it had been a good thing to do, offering to take her mother and friend to the coast for the weekend, but it had also been a very boring thing to do. She was not of an age to enjoy endless trawling through antique and charity shops.
Nikki’s kennel orgy 1.
Nikki Eagletown could hear the sounds of hammering and sawing from the back garden, and knew that the carpenter she had hired was busily at work constructing the dog kennels in which she intended to board dogs while their owners were on vacation. She had already advertised in the newspapers and was eagerly waiting for
I knocked up my best friend’s wife
It’s a lovely walk through a cool summer night with smells like freshly mown grass and the memory of teenage lust. It’s cool but I’m sweating. She’s dressed in a flowing blue dress, her hair is down around her shoulders, long and brown and shiningly clean. Her breasts are large under the dress, she’s taken
Friday night creampie
This is a story of a fantasy night I would like to have with my wife. We often talk about naughty sexual thing when we are having sex and when we are in the heat of the moment she has said she would like to do some wild things, so here is my version of
Shut up and fuck me!
I was walking home from the last day of school. It was already close to a 100 degrees out. It was about a 4 mile walk back to my house. I had missed the last school bus. I had to stay after for detention. I got caught passing a note for my best friend, Stan.
Discovering Amy
It seems that in life you often find that, just when you get comfortable on one course, you find yourself thrust off in a direction for which you are completely unprepared. My particular situation is a classic case in point. At thirty, I had thought that my life was pretty well in order. I had
Horny and lonley cousin
Sometimes you just can’t help yourself. I swear I didn’t plan it the way it happened, and I like to think that my resistance was genuine, even if it failed. But she had a woman’s body, even if she was only 18, and it was four in the morning. Any psychologist will tell you that
To Much Tequila
It was one of those nights. We finally got to bed and my wife gets a call. It’s her mother. She lives about half an hour away and has been going down hill lately. She’s on oxygen, taking pills, seeing doctors two, three times a week, yet 10:30 at night she’s having trouble breathing. It’s