I began the walk home, dreading it. It is so far, through the darkened heart of the campus, all deserted during this holiday weekend. I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. It was
I become a porno star. You should know that I’m neither a recovering nymphomaniac nor an amateur easy-after-a- few-drinks-take-me-home-and-have-your-nasty-way-with-me nymphomaniac. Instead, I’m an ardent, unabashed, full- fledged, let-it-all-hang-out, celebrating, practicing, sucking, fucking, raging, roaring, whoring nymphomaniac. Mrs. Goddard looks very different out of her lacy see- through chemise and back in her librarian’s glasses, a
Alan and Allison were newcomers to the small northern sea side town; they had decided to move north after selling their small business in the south. Tired of the long cold winters they had moved up the coast in search of a warm tropical climate. Travelling in a caravan, stopping at different resorts until quite
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
This story was written as a fantasy. The bar was a dump and located in the worst part of town. It never seemed to close, as required by state law. Most of the men who came here were drunks or trouble makers. Women very seldom, if ever, came in. It was always crowded from noon
Jenny sat on the barstool talking with her friend, Amy, about what had been going on in her life the past few weeks with work and her home life. She didn’t get to get out much and being a newspaper reporter was no easy job. It was Wednesday night at Michael’s and it was ladies
It was late at night, mum and dad were fast asleep and I crept downstairs, mobile phone in hand. I had turned the sounds off so no chance it would make a noise and wake anyone up. I got to the foot of the stairs, listened for a few moments then texted Sean “come to
Scenes from “the hills have eyes” were flashing through my mind as I considered my situation. I was stranded in the middle of the desert, my car was out of commission and the surrounding foothills were rather unnerving. Like a typical horror-movie-fool I had taken a rarely used road across central Nevada, thinking I could
My wife Lola and I were having a night out at a nice restaurant for our anniversary. The conversation came around to how our lives had lost some of its spontaneity and what we could do about it. She was looking very hot in a tight dress that showcased her beautiful tits and shapely ass.
After leaving the Suffolk village as I did rather hurriedly, I was totally unaware of the goings on there afterwards. Sue left Norman to go to live in London with James… and Norman set about trying to trace where I had disappeared to. As I was not in hiding in any way it didn’t take
My wife and I enjoy a very active sex life. We enjoy sex in every way imaginable. We are independently wealthy and live on a large isolated tract of land away from prying eyes so we can explore indoors or out when and where we want without worrying about anyone seeing. We’ve tried a wide
My girlfriend Karen had a drinking problem but I didn’t mind. She liked to drink to the point of passing out almost every night of the week. None of her coworkers or family knew this of her because she only did it when we were home alone. I didn’t mind because she kept our home
Today is Tuesday, and three days ago I came back to the house I grew up in. It was hard to believe how much has happened during these days. I remember that before entering the house I stood in front of it with dread and foreboding, I didn’t want to tell my parents that I
I’m 41 years old, in good shape, and have a beautiful wife, Kelly, who is 36. She’s still got her long, dark hair and perfect lips, great eyes, and the ass of a 20 year old. Her tits are a small C cup, just perfect on her 5’6″ frame. I love our sex life, but
My husband, Ron Stone and I Pam worked for the social services in the young offenders department. We deal mainly with young male black studs, who are one step away from prison. Ron was 46 and me 41. we were both virgins when we met 20 years ago. Sex was never a strong point for