The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every other employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday when she began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job this time; she’d learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long ago. This time she had promised herself to take anything offered to
It was early Thursday evening and I had just returned home from my flower arranging class. Yes, flower arranging does seem a little tame for a 23-year-old woman, but I wanted to broaden my skills and experience. The rental which I live in was actually clean, partly because one of my housemates Gina was out
I switched over to Skype, and read the name [Tiffany Harper] Hit Audio. She frowned. “Hello?” “Hey, I forgot I gave you my number.” “You don’t have a webcam?” “Sure,” I adjusted it, “What’s up?” “Huh, I’m just bored, watching a movie.” I turned the sound up, and listened. “Ah hah hah hah yeah? Oooh!”
Donna was mad as hell as she first scanned the magazine she had found under her son’s bed. It was a bdsm magazine with older ladies being dominated in all possible ways you could imagine. As she continued to ponder through it, she found herself being aroused with the thought and crept back to her
“Shut the fuck up mother!” Lucy yelled. It was bad enough listening to her teen son in back complaining the whole trip but now her mother was bitching as well. She knew she was lost but they weren’t helping matters. “Well that’s no way to talk to you mother.” Marge replied irritated. “I told you
My girlfriend is a real sexy chick. Long blonde hair, great boobs and legs. Friendly and bubbly but sultry and elegant at the same time. She had done some catalogue modelling, even made a dirty movie. When I met and we started going out she was dating four different guys. Now she was all mine,
Just one of the many adventures I have had in the past two years with my sex starved wife, Anne Marie. I returned home for work to find Anne Marie had showered and changed into the tight fitting jeans that show off her round ass so well and the blouse I bought her for her
“Kari?” She turned at her desk, away from the old-model computer that frequently gave us both fits. Her eyes found mine and she was listening. “Yes?” “That’s — that’s something I should probably say to you,” I said. “Do you mind?” Her light eyes turned quizzical. “What do you mean? Go ahead. What?” Kari had
I was stationed in a Navy Band in the North East. For the most part, my social life was not that interesting. I went to work, went home, and that was about it. Band members did get together for parties, and I enjoyed them. One Halloween, I got a phone call asking me if I
I have decided to share a story that I have not told anyone in my entire life. After keeping this to myself for so long, I can’t believe I am going to finally share it with the world over the internet. I grew up a pretty normal guy in the 80’s in the suburbs of
My name is Jay and I am currently a senior in college. I’m 21, going on 22, and a Criminal Justice major. I don’t consider myself to be in great shape, but I’m not big either. Maybe you could say I’m average in comparison to today’s society. I’m Latino, military style hair cut (high and
Mike sat on the sofa in Ali’s apartment. He looked at the clock. 5:45. Good. She would be home soon. In anticipation, Mike undressed. His 9-inch cock was already beginning to harden. Soon, he heard her car in the parking lot. Ali put her key in the lock and opened the door, step- ping inside.
Maybe it was the party, maybe it was the trash-can punch, who knows, maybe I had just finally truly come to grips with my sexuality, but that night with Wayne will always seem fresh in my mind. I remember it almost everyday, bringing up every detail and refreshing it in my mind, so that it
It was the summer of 2001 and I had a date setup with, Dianne, I was 20 then and she was going on 43. I always had a fantasy about older woman and it was about to finally come true. She was about 5′ 9, slender built with long blonde hair that flowed down her
I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a doozy. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual friends, and got along so well with her we became