Rob my now boyfriend, likes both my sister Alexandria and me, and when I was away last year he dated Alex a couple of times, although purely platonically. Alex was always quieter than me and never had as many boy friends, so she often came with us to the movies, or out on a picnic,
Warning, this sex story was written as an adult fantasy. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. Unless you’re an alien life form, and if you are, then “Welcome” each of us is here because of the collision between our mother’s egg with our
I guess this story all started a little more than a year ago. My husband bought an old car that he had found for sale on the internet. I thought he was pretty silly, spending that much money for a car that was almost forty years old and in such horrible shape. It was a
Everyone’s had daydreams (or night dreams) about being with a couple, especially if you’re single and bi. Well, I’m no exception. When I lived in Denver there was a lot of sexual activity in that area and it was pretty easy to come by (no pun intended). There was a swingers’ newspaper there called the
Having a sexual relationship with family members can get started in just about any variety of situations, some because one or more member has the definite hots for the other, and some because of circumstances that arise almost out of nowhere. Mine arose simply because of my sister, and what she did with her birthday
Let me start by explaining about the Mom’s Club. There were five of us in the club. A group of mature housewives and mothers; trapped in a uneventful marriage as well as no social life. There was Mary, 44; she had an 18 year old son. There was Thelma, 44; she had a daughter 21
My name is Alyssa. I am 23 years old. I’m 5 foot with, blonde hair and around a hundred pounds. Men say I am very pretty for my size and very sexy. Kind of built like a gymnast. I don’t feel my breasts to be very big, but boyfriends in the past have liked to
One of the officers explained that since she had voluntarily agreed to complete the debt sentence of her husband but had failed to surrender at the appointed time they were collecting her. She now has two more weeks added to her sentence of ninety days at the Nokia Women’s Correctional Facility in Hemet California. Candice
“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband.
Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already, and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always been wrong,
Your sister is crazy,” said Wendell as he hung up the phone. “What did she say this time?” said Jane. “It wasn’t her,” said Wendell. “It was Cal with one of his wild stories, but when he told me Joan was going along, I couldn’t believe it.” “I could see your eyes getting huge,” said
“Hey, Jeannie,” he said as he opened the door, “come on in. Susie’ll be right back soon I’m sure.” He grinned happily and licked his chops, it was like his prayers had been answered. He was just about to go upstairs, find his old magazines and jerk off for an hour or so. He wasn’t
When I was in college I knew a girl who was an exhibitionist. At the time, I didn’t appreciate how much fun that type of play can be. How I wish she were around now. Thoughts of her come to mind because of a rare treat I received at a Burger King. It was a
I’m an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be. That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I didn’t. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
Andrea, called Andy, drove on the highway through the woods with Sandra, or Sandy how she called her. It was a beautiful and warm day in the mid of august. She had something special in her mind for her, so far Sandy already knew. Andrea was a beautiful woman in her 26th year. She had