Carol Brady had a dilemma. While she was in college, she had had a two-year affair with her college roommate. Sandy had taught her the joy of girl-girl love plus the added pleasure of sex with another woman wearing pantyhose. Since then, Carol had had the urge, from time to time, to sleep with another
It was easily one of the very worst days of my entire fucking life. All week I’d been thinking and dreaming about my Saturday night date with Lynda Griffith. You don’t know her, of course, but you probably know somebody a lot like her. Most guys here at State would k**l for the chance to
All day at work I couldn’t keep from thinking about the previous day’s events. Early in the morning I developed another raging hard-on that stayed with me until I went home. Several times during the day I thought I would have to go to the restroom and masturbate to relieve the pressure. But I was
Hello, I am writing this at the encouragement of my dear husband. He feels that other people may enjoy and get turned on reading about my experience into “peeping”. I guess I should tell you a little about myself. First off let me say, I am not an experienced writer. I am not one to
“Help! Help!” Sir Bedevier heard the distant call as his palfrey clopped over the rocky soil. “Who could be alive in this seer wilderness?” he thought to himself as he swung toward the sound, his travel armor clashing as he moved. He came over a rise and his eyes widened with amazement. There, on a
“I don’t understand,” said Lori. “You get excited by thinking about watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it ever happened.” “I didn’t say it made sense,” said Edwin. They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after one of their athletic lovemaking sessions. Even though