Life is funny. Sometimes you waltz through life like there’s nothing to it, and then sometimes it slaps you upside the head. I had a good deal going with my girlfriend; we’d been going out for a year and a half, and neither of us was in a rush to get married. We got along,
This is a sex story about Abby, a middle aged fat lady and her husband as she enjoys their canine on a regular basis, but it comes with at twist towards the end, for him anyway. I am a 42 year old lady who has recently gotten into the K9 scene. It had been a
My sexy, horny and gorgeous 33 years old wife wife Natalia (36D-26-40) has always liked men older than her preferably from 40 to 65. Two months ago she told me she had developed a sexual interest for much younger men, between 18 and 28. She has never been with anyone younger than her lover of
Me and Milly had been fucking around for about a month now, we had had some good long sessions where I had actually stayed over and slept with her, sneaking around wasn’t too bad either. It had started to get harder as Julie was beginning to ask more questions about where I was. But they
Nicoletta was in a foul mood, although a satisfied smile did curl her lips as she peered at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked damn good, she thought. She knew she had a good body, anybody would. Slim, five-seven, pretty face, glistening shoulder-length black hair, firm not-too-big tits, flat tummy, toned upper body and
“You… were… great” Colette whispered as she nuzzled my neck and planted little kisses behind my ear. I lifted my tired, sweaty body one last time, just high enough to kiss her on the lips. “I love you baby” I sighed, exhausted but contented. Colette didn’t repeat my statement, nor did she even acknowledge it.
Mom looked so angry with her fiery red hair and unnerving hazel eyes as she studied my face for guilt, shame, remorse or what I expect is trying so see if I was even her son anymore, or human for that matter. You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick in
I watched my step-mom as she walked through the living room, heading for the kitchen to get dinner ready. I was just about to turn nineteen, and had just gotten home for the summer break after being away for my first year at college. Alice is thirty-seven. My late father, who passed away when I
I really wasn’t expecting much on this trip. Three of the guys in my dorm talked me into going, and for some reason, I relented. I’m a Junior at Purdue University, and the trip is a cruise over the winter break. They actually were going to just all stay in the same room, but decided
Ever since I saw her at the supermarket that first time I knew I had to have her. She was just my type. But I knew there was no way she would ever give herself to a young man like me. She was at least twice my age probably in her late 50’s. Some people
I was on my second pina colada, sitting at a table with four other girls from my dorm floor. Usual Friday night, hanging out at the local college meat market. Tallahassee is a big college town, and weekends are made for parties. This was back in the early eighties in the fall, when being twenty
My name is Neal I was a rather normal eighteen year-old in the Sixties. I had normal parents, normal grades in school, normal looks, normal hobbies, normal friends. Except for my friend, Bill’s mother, Betty, who was anything but normal. She seduced me! No lie; one week I’m this hopeless virgin jacking off four times
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
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