First, I should describe Allie. At the time, she was 20, and I was 25. She’s a short blond, about 5’3, with good measurements – I’d venture to guess 36D, at least, with probably a 32 waist and maybe 35 hips. Very lush. Her hair was worn short back then, in kind of a curly
It was later than I expected when I came home from our first date. Then again I wasn’t sure what to expect, I haven’t dated in over ten years, much less imagined dating another woman. I had often thought about being with another woman, but I was married with kids when those thoughts occurred so
I went into a deep sleep of which I have no recollection. The first thing that I became aware of was dreaming that Susan was fondling my still raging erection. I remember feeling so happy that I was going to get my wet dream about Susan. I dreamed that she began pumping my tool as
She woke on the floor in front of the now cold fireplace, her body was sore. The evening before, after her dark, taboo coupling with Jack, she was exhausted. She did little more then crawl onto the warm place in front of the fire and sleep, Jack snuggling in beside her, and stayed that way
I got nowhere with girls at school. Literally nowhere. Being academically accomplished in a non-academic school in Glasgow was not going to get any hearts racing. Especially in the late 80s and early 90s. Maybe now when being a geek or a nerd has a certain cache, but not then. And I imagine not now.
I first met Katie at a party. My freshman year of high school had just ended, so I threw a big bash to celebrate the fact that my friends and I were now sophomores. All my friends came, they all brought their friends, and someone brought Katie. Katie was going to be a freshman the
Nicolette Fuck Wheelbarrow’s breasts ached as she moved. That was alright, though. She liked that. Lifting her arms above her head with a sigh, she slowly moved her body into the next yoga pose. Bending her forward leg, she stretched the other out behind her, the motion naturally making her upper body curve to push
Sometimes things happen that we simply don’t expect in life. At 35, I never expected to be separated and living in my cousin’s basement. That isn’t even the part that I wasn’t expecting. My now ex-wife was a habitual cheater, a control freak, and above all else, a drama queen. She threw me out because
The first “dirty little secret” that I ever shared with my live-in boyfriend, Ray (not his real name), was a real doozie! It was about how I had lost my virginity in a very unique way, back when I was a young lady. It happened on a hot and sunny summer Sunday afternoon, when I