It was late Saturday evening. Katy had just finished cleaning up the kitchen. Earlier she had entertained her friend Nancy, her roommate from college, and her husband Albert. The cook out had been a whopping success. About 6 PM Nancy and Albert left to visit a few of Albert’s friends from school. Since Katy didn’t
Mike peered over Gabrielle’s shoulder as they both read the email. Both were excited beyond words, yet ever cognizant of the fact that it was still only an email and that the true test would be in meeting the couple in person. Such was usually the case when meeting people through these internet personals sites.
Sandra and Thelma undressed and hid their clothes behind a bush by the lake. They kissed with open mouths and caressed each other’s breasts and delicately matured buttocks with tender movements. They looked like two black nymphs, one tall and slim, the other a bit shorter and fat, as they embraced at the waterfront. The
A few weeks after I turned 37, I was at a weed party in a rural part of southern Indiana. I was the only non- white person there. The party got busted and but I didn’t worry about it. I had been arrested for weed three times before, all in Louisville, and each time got
Margret had butterflies in her stomach this morning. She had been dreading this day for the past two weeks. She looked at the clock. It was already mid morning and they would be here to pick her up in another hour. All she could think about were those thugs that loaned her husband the money
My wife was away on business and I was out watering the lawn when I heard, “Hey, check this out!” as Alana and Daniel got out of their car in my driveway. I looked in her hand that she was holding up what appeared to be a glass container of cum. A full glass, a
I awoke some time before my alarm went off, as usual. I lay there in the cozy, warm darkness enjoying the sensation of moving my toes and fingers in the slick softness of my silken sheets and nightgown, turning very slightly from side to side to feel the unyielding stiffness and scintillating tightness of my
Once a man approaches middle age, 50 years and up, it seems that his sexual abilities start to dwindle away. And as that happens, he then reaches for the wonder drug, Viagra. But not so much with our dear older women. As you read this true experience, you will really appreciate this about them and
I’m an average guy nothing much to look at 5’10” about 250 not huge but not small either. I don’t get laid much but when I do its usually some sloppy drunk fat whore who nobody else will touch. Which explains why I don’t even go to the club until closing time on Saturday night.
I was on my way to my new home with my Master. In a way it was our first home. Wed saved for years, lived in a series of small apartments where the neighbors were always thin walls away, putting money away and dreaming of what wed have one day. And now the day was
Watching her husband pulled out of the drive wave Christy waved goodbye to him from their living room window, then turn to yell at her eleven year old son Ron, to hurry up getting ready for school before he missed the bus. Ron ran down the stairs, waved at his mom and was out the
“Get down on your hands and knees, Beth,” my mistress ordered. I was naked except for the studded black leather dog collar around my neck. “Yes, mistress,” I answered at once, and immediately knelt upon the cold floor. I felt Mistress Ingrid clip the dog leash to my collar. As I waited for whatever would
First off I must let you know that I always loved the fact that I am a straight male who loves women. That is, until my friends of 35 years showed me something. It started off as a night of watching movies at my buddy’s house with him and his wife. We had watched a
Salman and his wife, Zoya and have a very exciting marriage. She’s a wonderful lover, friend and a very beautiful woman. Other men are often attracted to her, and one can see them looking and lusting after her whenever they are out in the evening. Salman finds this exciting and encourages her to wear revealing
The tanker “Chelsea Bridge” was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of