I’m a 19 year old girl, last Saturday returned home from pubs in town. I had spills my drink down my blouse and skirt . I sat on sofa toook skirt blouse off and my wet panties mums dog came over sniffing my pussy . Then licked it . Was making me very aroused .my
After that day, my step-mom’s spirits were lifted even more. It became obvious that the more compliments I paid her, the more confident she became, so I was very open-handed (with the compliments). The result: hemlines became even shorter; outfits became tighter; low neck tops became, well, lower. She even began wearing Daisy Duke-like shorts
“Fuck my head hurts,” Boone Talbott said to himself. He had been fighting nausea brought on by his hangover all morning. “I’m never doing that shit again – until next time,” he continued to himself. He had the sweats, his hands were trembling, and his bowels were boiling. He’d had to lock the store and
It was first in the morning as I passed my step-daughter’s bedroom door, on my way to the bathroom. “Come on, it’s my birthday.” I heard my son saying, “Won’t you at least give it a try?” Since it was after midnight, it was technically his 18th birthday and his big sister, Peggy, would be
After months of just not understanding what the deal was with him, I got fed up. I just couldn’t take the unexplained bouts of silence anymore. Or rather the unexplained bouts of vagueness. A few months passed, I was happy, busy, properly courted by a few men my age, and amused by the usual twentysomethings
Jane looked past the rusted iron bars of the gate in front of her, peering into the tiny space between the bare concrete walls that couldn’t have been more than three or four metres apart. A woman who looked like she was in her early twenties lay asleep on top of a pile of hay,
It’s easy to point someone else out as a slut. It’s almost always a female, but of course it can be an effeminate male. Usually you’re pointing out someone you don’t know or were rebuffed by, intimidated by or are jealous of. Many women labelled as sluts get this label because they have slept with
She knew this was madness. She was putting her reputation at risk, everything she had worked so hard for could be lost; her job, her respect, her standing in the community. And for what? A quick fuck? She didn’t need to do this. If she wanted sex she could pay for it, or pick up
A few posts ago, I started to tell you about my visit back to Japan the winter before last. So far, I guess I mainly talked about my hot spring trip with my cousin Namie, but actually there are a couple more things that happened. One day, I was up in my old room in
Cindy wasn’t considered beautiful by the girls in her senior class in high school. She was 18 years old and had full curves, full thighs, full voluptuous breasts. Svelte she wasn’t, and svelte was in – for the girls. Boys, however, saw in her the raw material for their endless fantasies. I couldn’t get her
“A winter storm warning is in effect for Southern Wyoming, including Cheyenne county … ” The first snowflakes fell from the slate-gray sky as Sam Tompkins heard the announcer on the radio. He’d have to hurry if he was going to make it to the airport in time to beat the storm. He sped down
“Annie, why are you so horny tonight?” Carl smiled. “Oh fine, you don’t like it?” He kissed me, “I love it.” “I love you. I loved that thing we just did, letting those people see you fuck me! God you were so hard baby! I’ve never felt you cum so hard. I’m so full I
You get to the party at 9:45 PM, and started mingling, looking for friends or someone you knew. Since it was one of your coworkers house, your found a couple of buddies near the pool table where I was. You saw me, and remembered you had seen me before. You saw me on the New
“Tasha! May I cum?” he exclaimed as he grimaced. Natasha smiled. “No, David. Don’t cum yet!” she pumped her hips slowly, and loved the feel of his desperate and hard cock inside her. He was bound to the bed. She was on top, propped up on her elbows, her naked legs alongside his, her face
I’m a 30 year old, married woman, that lives a ‘normal’ life. I married my high school sweetheart as soon as we finished college. I’m a secretary at a law firm. He’s an accountant. I have to work all the time, he doesn’t. I can’t get pregnant. Or so I thought. I’m 5’10”, thin, brunette.