I had been sniffing panties for close to half a year when an even more exciting turn of events happened to me. Even now, so many years later I can still remember it was a Sunday as we went to church in the morning. My mom was an extremely faithful church devotee. I and my
Lisa watched her husband sleeping and cursed softly under her breath. It was Sunday morning and he had returned home early the night before. Lisa had just finished fingering herself off when John pulled into the driveway. After making him a big delicious meal, Lisa put on her sexiest nightgown, which even she had to
Lisa Mays was in a horny mood. Since moving to the middle-class suburb with her husband, John, she had seen less and less of him. And now she found herself horny as anything, wanting nothing more than to feel John’s lean body thrashing on hers as he fucked her silly. She decided to go for
Just then, as the girls were pleasing themselves, Mr. Lodge was exercising one of his white stallion, ‘Sir Lancelot,’ with a ride through the woods. He thought that he had spied something near the pond, and so he pulled on the reins and dropped down to investigate. What greeted him was a sight that he
Cher, the young blonde, rich student, not the singer, looked around her classroom. She needed two more people for her party this Friday night. Hmm…there was Eddy Standridge, she’d known Eddy practically all her life. Their parents were good friends. But Eddy was so shy and self-conscious, he was apt to just stand in the
I turn off the lights. The bedroom is lit only by the black and white TV screen. Some late night show about surfing. It takes only a minute to undress and wear my pajamas. A glance at the mirror on the wall gives me a view of my body – not very handsome, not that
It had been quite awhile since I’ve heard from Jim and even longer since I’ve seen Deanna. After that Halloween night she got back with Doug. When I spoke with her on the phone she apologized for getting so wasted and should have never let me have her. She thought it would be best if
Many of us pass our lives day to day, waking, dressing, washing, commuting, working, eating, sleeping, occasionally making love or having sex, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but all too often experienced as a routine. We often lose sight of the idea of each day being a gift and of seemingly random events as having greater
I looked out on to the balcony where Maddy was laying sunbathing, her top off. On closer inspection I could that she was wriggling in her lounge chair. Her hand was squeezing and pulling her left nipple as her other hand dipped down past the brick work. I’m guessing it was going to work on