I saw Monica that I would have to get in her pants someday. Problem was, of course, that she had absolutely no interest in me whatsoever. Come to think of it there wasn’t much that attracted me to her other than her body; nothing except perhaps the generally snotty and superior demeanor she affected around
Ellen had awakened in pain again. She checked the time, then thankfully swallowed two painkillers. The throbbing ache from her hip gradually diminished until she could once more successfully ignore it. If she had known what the result would have been she would never have run to the rescue. Well that wasn’t really true. You
“So you really want me to pose for you?” you said. Light and joking, but seemingly with a touch of nervousness. “I’d love that.” I said. “It’s just I’ve never done anything like that before.” “Well, I haven’t either. I mean, sketched a real person, in the flesh. I mean, yes, in an art class
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.
It wasn’t till February that I heard from Laura again. Two days before Valentine’s Day, I received a card with no return address in the mail. My love life had been on hold since my last encounter with the perfect woman, so I certainly didn’t have any admirers to be receiving mail from. The card
We wake up in each others arms. Rolling over and whispering “Good Morning” in your ear, I quickly give you a little kiss. Then I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. Leaving the door to the bathroom open I quickly slip into the shower. You watch me as I wash my hair, and
I sold beautiful curiosities in my shop, so it was only fitting that one walked in. However, it was not an antiques shop. My merchandise was a living example of years of human manipulation in enhancing specific genetic traits in fish. I stocked common goldfish, black goldfish supposed to guard the family home from bad
Joe Hannon had never seen anyone like her. Business had taken Joe to New York and Chicago, to Atlanta and New Orleans. He’d been to the cabaret in Munich. He’d even been to the place Carol Doda had made famous years ago in San Francisco’s North Beach and a few of the lap dancing spots
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rich velvet of the couch. Her hands came sensuously up her body, cupping her tits lusciously. The brunette sighed as she pushed her voluptuous breasts forward and ran her thumbs across each nipple. “Mmmmm,” she panted, licking her wide, inviting lips. “Oooooooh!” Charlene was proud of
2015-2016 this happened, had some amazing times with mature lady called Auntie Anne this is one that sticks in my mind Anne, my mother and a few other women had been invited to Milton Keynes for a friend’s hen weekend and it had been planned that I would go up separately and meet Anne when
“And these…” He ran a finger over the straining point of one nipple. “They get so hard I want to strip you naked so I can suck on them.” “Dinner?” My squeaky plea didn’t stop his slow caress of my skin. And if he didn’t stop, I had the sinking feeling I’d wind up on
“I was already climaxing again when he flipped me onto my stomach.” Briana Custer blew at her coal black bangs as if her re-telling of last night’s encounter with an old flame had her ready to pop for the sixth time in the last twenty-four hours. I squirmed in my seat, hoping Bree would run
Hi Friends, I am posting this series on behalf of my fan who reached out to me to help him compose and edit on his behalf. This story is about Ramesh who is a loving husband 27yrs old and Rekha who is a 21yrs old housewife. Read on in his own words from here. My
Sherri couldn’t breathe as she stared at her son’s cock. Her tits seemed to swell in a painful way, her nipples throbbing. They felt long, very hard. Her stomach trembled and her thighs began to shake. Her clit bulged, squeezed between her legs. She felt her cunt clenching, and she couldn’t take her eyes from
Camilla had gotten pretty good at touching herself and pretending nothing special was happening. Like in the bathtub when her fingers were slick with soap or when she had an itch close enough to her cunt so that she could let her fingers stray without feeling guilty. But all that sneaky touching was nothing like