“Mom has a problem. Sherry refuses to cuckold her husband to get pregnant.” Dear Mother Debbie, I know you usually help only cuckolded men and wimp wannabes, but I read your very perceptive reply to the young woman in “A Woman Who Loves Men” and I was hoping you could help me as well. The
My boyfriend likes my sister, Alexa. When I was away last year he took her out a couple of times, not as a date, but in order to be closer to me, virtually. Alexa is my twin. Alexa was always quieter than I and never had the luck with guys — not all good luck,
Lana Masters approached her brother’s service station with some trepidation. This was her first job, in actuality. She’d married young, when her boyfriend had knocked her up at age seventeen. The following ten years had been good, but then he’d been killed by a drunk driver leaving a bar. The life insurance had carried her
I was curious about what my new panties would feel like the morning after I bought them. I had to get to school, my ninth grade year well underway. I grabbed those panties along with the rest of my clothes I’d wear. I headed to the bathroom. My older sister had gone first, leaving a
After years of minimal contact my mother and aunt started talking regularly again. My aunt Erzso had recently finished up with a nasty divorce from my uncle. Although my mother and aunt hadn’t talked for a long time,i t didn’t take much for them to pick up right where they left off. Things were going
Nicoletta was in a foul mood, although a satisfied smile did curl her lips as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked damn good, she thought. She knew she had a good body, anybody would. Slim, five-seven, pretty face, glistening shoulder-length black hair, firm not-too-big tits, flat tummy, toned upper body and
“You… were… great” Colette whispered as she nuzzled my neck and planted little kisses behind my ear. I lifted my tired, sweaty body one last time, just high enough to kiss her on the lips. “I love you baby” I sighed, exhausted but contented. Colette didn’t repeat my statement, nor did she even acknowledge it.
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
As she unpacked her luggage, Loretta Porter allowed herself a tiny, satisfied smile. Paris was lovely this time of year and she intended to make the most of it. Her hotel offered her a spectacular view of the city and past visits afforded her the knowledge of the best restaurants and shops. Loretta loved flying
Penis Cream (Editor’s Note: We often tend to overlook the physical harm that the practice of self-abuse causes. Although we are no longer concerned that masturbation leads to vision loss, hair growth, or dermatological abnormalities, we forget that habitual and excessive indulgence often causes penile abrasions and other motion stress injuries. The health-care professional should
Meg, my wife came back from caring for her mother looking and feeling very tired, it seemed she was treated more like a servant than a step-daughter, and despite her familial feelings decided that she wouldn’t do it again no matter what happened. I kept quiet about it, mainly because I had never had a
Monica lay on her back and commanded JC to kneel between her spread legs. Then Monica yanked JC’s head down, grinding the he-bitches face against her slimy cunt. “Eat me,” she demanded of the white girl. Now this was something that JC enjoyed: muff diving! She sharp odor of Monica’s soppy cunt drove JC wild.
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
The door slammed as Ginger arrived at her boyfriend’s dorm room. After a long tiring day, all she wanted to do was unwind and relax with her boyfriend. Seeing no sign of Eric, she decided a long hot shower was in order. She started the shower and stripped out of her clothes while she waited.
Mom looked so angry with her fiery red hair and unnerving hazel eyes as she studied my face for guilt, shame, remorse or what I expect is trying so see if I was even her son anymore, or human for that matter. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick in