It all started innocently enough. I was running some errands at the local mall of our college town on my day off. Just the usual stuff, you know, picking up some food for the dog and cats, getting a prescription filled, and browsing through the department stores looking for bargains- one of my favorite hobbies.
I just had to tell my story about what happened to me tonight!! My ummm I would say boyfriend, but I guess the best way to describe him is my “fuck buddy” Scott called and told me to meet him at the club that we liked to hang out in. I was glad to hear
The wife came down with a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party and have a good time. Being the devoted husband, he protested, but she urged him to go, saying that their friends were expecting them. Said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed. So finally,
I didn’t always like oral sex. Don’t get me wrong – I like to eat pussy, and the ladies tell me that I’m really good at it. What I mean is that I wasn’t much turned on by a blow job. It felt good, yes, but it wasn’t something that would float my boat, so
I wasn’t always this way. It all started about three months ago when I lost a bet. My husband had some men over for a night of poker. I didn’t have money to go out that night, and so I decided to play. Harry wouldn’t give me any chips to play with, so I “traded”
One of the officers explained that since she had voluntarily agreed to complete the debt sentence of her husband but had failed to surrender at the appointed time they were collecting her. She now has two more weeks added to her sentence of ninety days at the Nokia Women’s Correctional Facility in Hemet California. Candice
“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband.
Genie and I were both 18 years old. We’d had several dates already, and there was plenty of chemistry between us. But although we both worked, we both still lived with our parents. We had made out a lot, but hadn’t gone all the way. We wanted to, but the timing had always been wrong,
There are two things that we Turkish “guest workers” in Germany long to have. A Mercedes car (which most of us manage to obtain, if we get decent work), and a blue-eyed blonde haired voluptuous white girlfriend. I hadn’t yet achieved either of these great goals when I met Heidi. She was the daughter of
My buddy Erno and I have been friends for a long time. We’ve been through a lot together, and have done a lot. Up till last Saturday, though, I wouldn’t have believed what happened could happen. I started going out with his sister Nicolette about five months ago. His Dad married her Mom about twenty
In the tiny room behind the stage, a young girl sat. Her bare legs were tightly crossed; she flicked her free foot nervously. A black pump tottered from her toes. Now and then she flexed her foot and the shoe like an obedient dog snapped to her heel. She would hold it like that for
A lone snowflake fell from the December Vermont sky. In just two weeks time, Santa would be making his rounds to little boys and girls everywhere. If the fable were true, Daisy and Felicia (the Johnson girls,) as they were known, would be getting coal in their stockings this year. Their mother Beth had seemingly
“Why take classes at your age? Not to say you’re old, but I just can’t see you in college again. Go to a reading group or something, don’t spend money on a useless English class.” “Is it the money? I can’t spend anything on my own interests?” Lindy glared over the kitchen table at her
“No! I want you to fuck me!” pouted Melissa. The look of disappointment on her baby-doll features reminded him of the time he had stolen her icecream cone when they were little kids. “You’ll love it, Mel!” said Dennis enthusiastically. “You bring yourself off and I’ll beat my meat. That way we can watch each
Diana opened the buttons of her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, well formed breasts stood straight out. Topped with lovely pink nipples. My mouth dropped open as I stared at my daughter’s tits. “Diana,” I said, “button your blouse.” But she just smiled as she slowly removed it! Then she walked over