The instant I saw Terri, she turned me on. She exuded such enormous self-confidence. I just wanted to be near her. When my wife introduced me to her, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I shook her hand, and my hand became suddenly clammy. My underarms became wet with perspiration. When
Marsha Cole loved to fuck. And, although she was not yet out of high school, she had done it plenty. Cocks were her hobby. She had fucked classmates and strangers, anybody who seemed willing. Even four sailors at once on a wild night when she had let herself be gang-banged. However, Marsha’s sex life was
“Well what the fuck have we got here?” Jack asked, pulling a long, shiny metal vibrator from the drawer and holding it up in front of Rachel. “You got a special surprise hidden in everything you’re selling or you just forget to clean this little treasure out?” “Give me that back!” Rachel gasped, reaching for
His hands trembled slightly. Yet his appearance was one of outward calm, a methodical thoroughness that obliterated emotional reactions. There was no room here for the indistinct grey region of emotions, of moods, of feelings. No. Here, there could be only precision. Calm, detached precision. Magnificence cloaked in the simplicity of scientific accuracy. A magnificence
“Come on, Aunt Donna, give me a kiss!” “What?” Donna gasped, trying to push her handsome young nephew away. “What are you guys even doing here?” Donna tried to back away from the boy and bumped into his older brother almost immediately. Mark was the oldest of her sister’s three sons. He leered at Donna
FOREWORD Normal. A frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term “perversion”. What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person. Among one African tribe it is considered obscene to expose one’s back to others. In many
Ginger Davis, watching her husband Tom climb out of the swimming pool, wondered for the hundredth time how such an exciting-looking, sexy guy could be such a dud in bed. It just wasn’t fair to be married to a man who turned her on like crazy and then failed her when they fucked. “What are
Carla moaned softly. The aluminum cigar tube slid up into her cunt, pressing apart the soft folds of slippery pink flesh. Smaller, colder, and harder than a man’s cock, it still felt fantastic. It felt wonderful to have her cunt filled again, even with such a crude imitation of the real thing. Lying on her
Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors. There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All
She squirmed closer to Rex and pushed her tongue out. She took a tentative lick at the tip of his soaking cock-knob. His cockmeat was as delicious as his cum! She began to lave his cockhead all over, slurping the jism from that slab. Her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed. Driven half crazy by
It started when I was 18. I was with a group of friends at a music festival. You know the type of thing, 50,000 sweating bodies in a field somewhere. We had been drinking beer all day and I was dying for a pee. I couldn’t face the inevitable cue for the toilet, and anyway,
Look, I wasn’t even getting anything out of it, except for knowing that I was making her happy. You see, I’ve been fooling around with ESP experiments most of my life. Card-guessing, that sort of thing. No, this has nothing to do with any sort of cult. I never studied it formally; I’ve read enough
I hadn’t been swimming for a long time, but on Monday I went to the pool; it was very hot. The outdoor complex actually has three pools. There’s the wading pool, which goes ankle deep and is for the babies, the mid-size pool, which at deepest goes up to the middle of a man’s torso,
Mandy Barrington read the call that had popped up on her computer screen, her green eyes flitting back and forth between the road before her and the screen. It was at a check-cashing establishment in the northern part of Lemon Hill, just half a mile from where she was now. According to the text supplied
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