Nikki was a stunning 18-year-old Asian beauty with long, silky black hair, mesmerizing almond-shaped brown eyes, and a petite, hourglass figure. Chuck, a 25-year-old white man, met Nikki at a club in Los Angeles during the summer. He was immediately drawn to her exotic beauty and couldn’t take his eyes off her. Chuck approached Nikki
Chuck couldn’t believe his luck when his sister-in-law Nikki moved in with him and his brother. She was a stunning 25-year-old with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a curvy figure that could make any man’s mouth water. Chuck had always had a bit of a crush on her, but he never thought anything
I watch as your husband leaves for work. I wait awhile after he is gone and go look for the key you have left hidden for me. I let myself into your home and lock the door behind me. I yell “Your fantasy maker is here.” I hear a reply from where I am sure
My cousin Amber came to live with us when I was 18. She was blonde, 5’10”, and had green-hazel eyes. Her parents were the adventerous types, and had left on a 14-month trip around the wold. Amber took the room next to mine. We soon adjusted to her, and she became part of the family.
*WHACK* “No need for tears, dear. The time for sorrow should have come out before you start sucking that guy’s dick. You made a fool out of me. Now everyone thinks that my girlfriend is some kind of whore. Do you know how bad it’s going to be for me now here?” “Honey, I’m sorry.
When Charlie returned, he smelled of pizza and beer. He told Chuck to take off for awhile and for Sweets to stick around. Chuck left and Charlie looked at Sweets, then asked, what’s up Sweets, you look like got caught with your hand in the cookie jar or something..your face is red. Nothing, Charlie, Sweets
With Paul sleeping in this Sunday morning I decide to go into our den and fire up the computer. As the whir of the hard drive signals the system booting up I think about how glad I am I discovered online erotica. Having been married to my husband Paul for twelve years I was feeling
Where was she? I was at Helen Benson’s wedding reception and was wondering where she had gone. Helen and I had been friends since elementary school–best friends, in fact. We had been like sisters, and had experienced together the trials and tribulations of high school. Then came college and I went to the east while
Dolores opened the door after returning from work after a tough day. She poured herself a stiff drink and took a long sip. She walked the short distance to the bathroom. She hadn’t pee’d since lunchtime and had to piss like a racehorse. She raised her skirt, pulled down her new Victoria’s Secret pink panties
He knocked on the side door of the large house and waited patiently. A young maid in livery opened the door and smiled shyly, blushing when she saw his blue, red lined cloak. “Mistress called for me,” he said, handing her his card. “Please step in,” she said. He slipped into the side anteroom and
“I knew you would be back.” The man addressing Sandra was old enough to be her father (or, maybe, her grandfather). Sandra stared at the table separating her from the man, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “I was so sure of it,” he continued, “that I wrote this contract for you to sign.” The
Julia was the most gorgeous 18 year old I had ever seen, she had long red wavy hair and deep green eyes, an absolute vixen. Her figure was mature beyond her years and the way she moved when she walked would have taken your breath away. God could only have created such a creature for
He always sat in the third seat back. The outside seat. His posture let everyone know that he would not be moving. He always got on at Fourth street, always read the New York Times, and always got off ten stops later. How did she know? She was always at the Fourth street stop first,
She was dripping wet. Freshly washed and still wet from her bath, she walked across the floor to him, her nude body colored reddish in the firelight. Stopping three paces from him she waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she grinned from ear to ear at him and wiggled so
*Knock knock knock* Principal Ramsey adjusted the bulge in his pants and called, “Come in!” in as stern a voice as he could muster. Dani walked in, her short plaid skirt swishing as she turned to close the door behind her. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” “Yes. I understand you were raising a ruckus