One story that I have never told anyone, is about my younger brother and his wife. They had been married just one month when this incident in our lives occurred. It was on a Friday night and I was visiting them at their home. They lived about 10 miles from town. We decided to go
We went inside the mall. My step-mother always had both men and women looking at her when shopping. Men would drool over her and most women would smack their man for looking at her. We went to the men’s shop. Mom picked out some pants and had me try them on. I would go into
Princess mahalaxmi felt the earth crumble below her as she learned of the demise of her husband prince vinodpratap in an un fateful accident in the jungles of biligiranga. The soldiers couldn’t even recover the corpse of the prince as the horse on which vinod was astride jumped in to a deep valley on getting
Lana Masters approached her brother’s service station with some trepidation. This was her first job, in actuality. She’d married young, when her boyfriend had knocked her up at age seventeen. The following ten years had been good, but then he’d been killed by a drunk driver leaving a bar. The life insurance had carried her
My name is Chaby and I’m a father of two and husband to an amazing women. My oldest step-daughter had just turned 18 and started dating. She was often leaving the house late and coming back early in the morning. Her mother and I spent many nights up worrying about her and if she was
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he’d say “Magnifico!” But he’s biased! He not only owns it, he also built it. The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer
It was ten-thirty on a beautiful April morning when Conchi Thorne, the woman in Apartment 6-B, looked at her nude self in the bathroom mirror. She was preparing herself for Keith Broys who would come to her at eleven. Her breasts showed fair and firm in the long mirror; coral tipped and slightly aquiver in
Brenda couldn’t wait till tomorrow. Later, after dinner, as she sat in her room trying to concentrate on a book, she felt so horny she just couldn’t sit still. She kept recalling everything she’d seen when she spied on her aunt and uncle, and she remembered how excited Carol had gotten when Joe fucked her.
Debbie and Jake felt okay the next morning, neither mentioning the incident last night. They felt no discomfort in one another’s presence and Jake spent the day washing the car, helping his mum with the housework and then, in the evening, going round to a friend’s house. In the house alone, Debbie had been working
What happened after that I have no memory of until the following morning when I woke up in a strange bedroom. I looked around and seen an empty wine bottle and glass on the cabinet on my right and when I turned to my left I realised I wasnt alone in the bed and I
Hi, my name is Kay and most just calls me K. I am a married 50-year-old mom from the Midwestern United States. I live a secret life as most have no idea of my kinky past nor of the present fun, I am having. I would like to share some of that kinky past as
Eric gets a call from his old friend, Joel, 55, who invites him for a visit to his rural home near Mount Shasta in Northern California. They were hippies together in the old days, with free love for all. Joel has three young girls, ages eight to ten, with his young second wife, Daisy. Joel
This story is completely fictional! After my wife and I were married, we had a girl. We named her Sandra, and she was a joy to us. Sandra and her mother were so much alike. My wife emphasized the similarity and went everywhere with our daughter dressed in matching outfits. We both spoiled Sandra, but
I woke to find Daphne snuggled up against my back. She sat up, when I stirred, knocking off the clothing she’d covered us with. “What time is it?” she asked. I looked at my watch through bleary eyes. “Almost 2 o’clock.” “We should probably head back,” she said. “Had enough, hmm?” “Only for now,” she
“Christ, I’m fuckin’ horny!” Laurel Hutton sighed softly, putting her finger suddenly and accurately upon the uneasy tension that had assaulted her all day. Laurel was standing beside the tiny swimming pool which graced her suburban home’s high-fenced, smallish backyard. It was early spring and a little cool to be dressed as she was, in