We both slept well, and woke to fresh fruit and juice inside our hut. I didn’t know if it was someone thanking me for saving that kid, or more likely, someone with hots for my husband. We did our morning routine, ate some of the fruit, and took the rest with us. Dale was well
It has been almost exactly twenty years since my story began, and I hardly know how to tell it. It is not a source of pride for me. It is more a source of shame, something I cannot tell my friends and family about. Yet, these are probably the most exciting events of my life,
So our story begins when my parents leave me in charge of babysitting my sister who is 3 years younger then me and is currently 18 years old. my mom said she didnt care what we did as long as we went by my rules. so my parents left friday morning. me and my sister
She could imagine his eyes inches away from her spread sex, studying her pink holy of holies – a place she’d willingly let him desecrate over and over with his hard prick for several months. There was nothing in the world like fucking with her father. Having him between her legs, socking his hirsute hard-on
Jonas Elliot walked out of the gleaming office building in downtown Los Angeles, whistling as he put on his sunglasses. It was late in August; temperature was high in the 80s and a day of Santa Ana winds had blown away all the smog, revealing the majestic mountains that ocasionally made an appearance. The beauty
Even your best buddies can surprise you sometimes. Like Kent. We were doing pitchers at the vets post, recalling some of the crazy things that had happened in Nam. “Remember that scam that Sgt. Spada used to run on the fuckin’ new guys?” I said with a grin. “The one where he’d get ’em real
Next morning, Susan stood by the kitchen table, topless, she only wore the bottom half of a sexy thong bikini that barely covered her ass crack. The tiny stripe of the bikini may be holding some object in her asshole. With hands behind her back, subservient as she looked at the floor like a shy
My mother-in-law is an attractive mature lady of 63. She is slim build and, most importantly, is of an older school of ladies who wear tights everyday, even under trousers. I have often fooled around with her, grabbing her arse when kissing goodbye etc, touching her nylon clad legs when out at parties, all of
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
I was late. By the time I reached the small building at the side of the playing field, the team would already be halfway through their first practice session. Not that this was a problem: I never did participate in the physical exercises anyway, and they would probably cause me to strain all my muscles
My wife and I have been married some 5 years this month. We could not have been happier all that time. Or so I thought but it got even better recently. The highlight hit at a company dinner dance recently when our life really changed. It remains to be seen if it was for the
I knew it was wrong. I don’t trust anyone who ever says otherwise. People don’t really lose their head and become overwhelmed by lust and lose control. We all know exactly what we’re doing. And we make a decision to do bad things, even when we know we’re crossing a line. It’s not that we
I’m an urologist. I know many people have raised eyebrows over my chosen occupation but what to do. It is what was suggested to me by my senior and it is the specialization that was available at my enrollment. Anyway to get back to the story, I am a urologist and it’s my job officially
It’s the usual Friday night poker game between four guys who grew up together. They are all married and family men . Firstly there is Tom he is tall and good-looking with a muscular body that appeals to the girls next is Adam who is athletic and funny with a smile to die for. Wayne
We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on