I began the walk home, dreading it. It is so far, through the darkened heart of the campus, all deserted during this holiday weekend. I trudged under the arches, a brief glimmering smile at their legend, and tucked my head against the whipping wind. My mind drifted, stopping on this, pausing on that. It was
Back in the 70’s my wife who was 22yrs, slim with firm small breasts and long black hair and gorgeous sexy legs, wanted to go and see her favourite rock star at a local concert hall. Outside the place was swarming with people. Fans, ticket touts, just about everybody. A jumble of people pushing and
It was the Saturday night before our first anniversary. I climbed on top of my young wife Beth and stuck my dick into her for our usual once a week fuck. She was a virgin on our wedding day and has never shown any signs of enjoyment or even that she noticed that I was
We were a newly married couple, I was 20 and my pretty little wife Helen was only 18. She had been listening to older women chatting at the hairdressers about wife swapping and had been turned on by it. She eagerly told me all the gory details that she had heard and seeing that I
Linda sat across from John, her snug dress high on her well-toned legs, giving away a view of her panty clad pussy for everyone near. Her breasts were straining at the thin material of her garment, her hard nipples being easily seen. She was well on her way to being drunk, and getting loose. She
Tom and his wife Sharon were shopping and Tom was wishing he could die. He was the only man in the lingerie department of the department store. Sharon was buying panties to replenish her dwindling supply. She mumbled to herself as she browsed rack after rack, dropping the names of various men at the warehouse
I had been going to the Camera Club for a few months but hadn’t really made any friends there as they all seemed cliquey. One week they had an open night when you where allowed to bring your wife or a friend. My wife Joyce who is 22 and quite attractive said she wasn’t very
It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
“Get down on your hands and knees, Beth,” my mistress ordered. I was naked except for the studded black leather dog collar around my neck. “Yes, mistress,” I answered at once, and immediately knelt upon the cold floor. I felt Mistress Ingrid clip the dog leash to my collar. As I waited for whatever would