Doris, my wife, was now sitting close to the stranger we met at the bar. She had tipped up her glass and finished her drink, her second one of the night. She looked at me with a rat6her strange look in her eye’s, “Jerry do you think he’s cute,” she teased me as she sat
The Demo The card read “Friday, March 14, 8:00 PM, Residence of Cindy Schaefer.” Tina stood outside her car, absently toying with the small business card. The wind played with her curly blond hair, blowing it carelessly over her tight red halter and teasing it across her small firm tits, bringing her nipples to life.
I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything to cure my financial ailment. The ad I found was strange. Young males wanted, Specialty Taste Club, catering to the unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for personal interview. The no selling part got my attention. It seemed like all the ad’s that
Nikolette and Christina were sitting at Nikolette’s small dinette table one summer morning, discussing the neighborhood gossip and local news. Their husbands were out playing golf, and as was their wont, Nikolette and Christina got together to chat, shop and generally goof off. Each was wearing short shorts and a light blouse, as the summer
I’m one of those guys who have lots of friends who are girls but have a hard time getting a girlfriend. It drives me crazy because I want to have sex with my female friends but they “don’t think of me that way”. You don’t know how many times I’ve heard that one! Their boyfriends