It had been quite awhile since I’ve heard from Jim and even longer since I’ve seen Deanna. After that Halloween night she got back with Doug. When I spoke with her on the phone she apologized for getting so wasted and should have never let me have her. She thought it would be best if
Rat-a-tat-tat! The banging on the back door could only mean one thing; Tommy was here to visit with Jimmy. Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen. “Jimmy around,” he asked? “I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Mrs.
I’ve always had great relationship with my daughter; she’s my confidant and my best friend. She always was, since she could talk. My husband died tragically several years ago. This brought Sally and I even closer together, and I thanked God for the strength we gave each other. Sally was only 14 when her father
I love going out wearing my jogging outfit, mid-calf black Speedos stretched tight against my vulva; showing a deep crease. Sometimes, I’ll see guys, (and gals) walking past me with their eyes glued to my crotch as I run by, and I enjoy seeing them “getting a rise” over it. I was wearing just such
Knock – knock – knock. The brass knocker on Steve Matthews’ front door made its particular sound of metal through oak to announce a visitor. Steve ambled toward the front door, dressed in nylon jogging shorts and an old t-shirt, typical for him on a Saturday morning following an early round of golf. As he
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
I was sitting on my gran’s red sofa trying to watch a movie while feeling miserable as shit. Actually, the miserable feeling was into its fourth day, driving me crazy. It started last Saturday night; I’d been on the verge of getting my rock hard virgin boner into the sweet pussy of a petite, pretty
Helen St. Claire was a stubborn woman who always did what she wanted. Since her husband, Earl, died, fifteen years ago, she was resolute in the fact that she didn’t need help from anyone. Even at the tender age of 85, Helen still drove herself to the diner, everyday, to gossip with the members of
This is a true story but the names have been changed to protect the innocent, or the guilty or whatever applies! This happened several weeks ago. I was on my way home from work when I saw a car pulled over with a flat tire. There was an older lady standing next to the car
Amy was eighteen when I seduced her. Almost fully developed, she had a wonderful figure and a pretty face. I’m forty-two and divorced. I love seducing young girls and straight women, showing them the many pleasures of lesbian sex. I’m 5’6″, 135 lbs., with nice firm 38C breasts that both men and women stare at
The man slipped his cigarette out the narrowly-opened driver’s side window and hurriedly cranked it closed, crudely cursing the torrential rain outpacing the frantic windshield wipers. His daughter sulked moodily against the far door, curled into a limber knot. Her finger sketched a pattern on the fogged glass that had meaning only to her. “Give
Joan was an executive lady at the age of 42 and never been married. She was totally successful in her business life but at a cost of social life. She had no sex life at all. Her young secretary Lucy said she was always too tight and gave an address to a nightclub she said
Jaszby Cowlishaw had made a great success in America but he was still haunted by things that happened to him in Lockley, a small town in Derbyshire, England. The problem was, as a schoolboy, Jaszby tended to fall hopelessly in love at the drop of a hat. Unfortunately, he fell for the meanest most spiteful
We meet at a restaurant and sit across from each other. I notice that you’re not wearing a bra underneath your top. The waitress brings two drinks and I watch you place your fingers on each side of the glass and stroke it with your fingers and make erotic patterns on the glass. I also
People expected things from Jason. His parents expected him to get good grades, not just good, but over the top, anything less was unacceptable. His teachers had come to expect quality work from him, his coaches expected him to perform to his fullest. He had been pushed from every direction to excel and perform at