It was around Christmas time 2010, and we where sorting out our plans for new years. My then girlfriend, having the biggest house anyone we knew offered to host a party. I didn’t have many friends in the area any more, most had moved on while I was away at university so when I returned
First off I’d like to say my wife Ellen is basically my sex slave. She is 5″7″ 36-26-24 and She does whatever I ask, no questions asked. I like to play a game I call Mystery night. On this night I tie my wife blindfolded to the bed and then I have someone come in
The night had started out pretty good. A friend with the local Medical Examiner’s office was celebrating his birthday and the drinks were flowing. Before going to the party we stopped by a convenience store to hit the money machine. As I walked back to my car I saw a Jag parked next to me.
Claire Fluegaman is one of my students at the high school where I teach. She is 17, about 6’1″ tall and weighs around 310 pounds. She’s a big German girl from a sturdy, well-fed stock of German immigrant parents who have no idea what their daughter does after school or on weekend nights. Although she
As you may learn from real experience, most men do not give a woman the ultimate pleasure she deserves when it comes to sex. Either they don’t know how, or they are more focused on their own satisfaction. Even I may have been like that to some extent before I was married, but I wanted
The goddamn Super Bowl. My husband makes such a big deal out it. Three or four of his buddies show up hours before the game to drink beer and juice up their testosterone so they can yell at the TV. I’ve always been bored. This year I decided to spice things up as only a
Frosted glass on the windows made me think of my up coming tryst. It had been a while, maybe 4-5 months. I was getting bored with my married lover; Allen was red-haired and sensitive with a neat mustahce and once magic fingers. But he just couldn’t make me cum anymore. I would find myself fantasizing
The music was deafening enough a deaf man would could have heard the noise. The club was crowded almost to capacity. Jeff Wilson and the man beside him at the bar kept bumping into each other. Jeff decided to get out of there and go somewhere else that was a bit saner. As he finished
High school was over and college was two months down the road. I needed a job. What I really needed was money. Anyhow, I took the first clerical job that came along, a menial, $250 a week, minimum wage job at a big brokerage house in the city. I rode the subway to work and
Nothing, but the worst guilt trip of her life, could have caused such a need to vomit up her soul as she now felt. Suddenly pulling her elegant appearing smokestone clear coat metallic colored 2009 Lincoln MKS to the side of the parking lot as the was beginning her drive home. Eleanor ‘Ellie’ Berkenstein stopped
She is his dream. He walks past her house every day and every day he thinks of stopping. A block before her house he slows, the thickening fantasy of her nearness making his legs heavy. He strolls past her window, trying not to be too conspicuous in his attempt to see through the narrow gap
We were close but nothing more then occasional flirting had happened. I felt pretty comfortable around you and am not all that shy about my body with you because we have shared a few summers as friends and you have seen me numerous times in bathing suits etc. Over the last few months you had
Harry smiled as he watched Susan come up the drive- way, bags of groceries perilously balanced in her hands. Always so independent, Susan rarely asked for help in anything. She prided herself in “getting the job done”. As she walked through the door, she called, “Hi sweetie! I’m home!” Harry moved towards her to take
Belinda was a wonderful person, great personality, bubbly; jocular and always full of fun; she’d a list of friends as long as your arm. However, she had one large problem and she herself would be the first to admit it; she was built like a brick shithouse. At 275lbs, she had to be huge, but
For three days Rebecca had arrived at her isolated table in the huge campus library to find a single rose with a note attached. “Miss Rebecca… My lady of the Aisles of European Poetry… my love… it is so lovely to see you each day as you peer over the forgotten volumes and tomes of