Three in One

Why did I become a blue movie actress? When I talk to others in the business I get all sorts of answers. ‘It’s just something I can do that pays the bills’; ‘it pays better than McDonalds’ ;’it’s a way to fill in till I get my real acting break’. Well, for me, it’s none

Vintage whore

“The newly organized women’s social gathering known as “The Club” met for the second time last Thursday at the home of Mrs. Warrington on Alameda Street. A light luncheon was served and Mrs. Amelia Stringer, of 1124 Fillmore, gave a lively talk on the history of beekeeping in early California, followed by open discussion. The

Fuck I love cock

My wife’s libido is falling off a cliff. I’m patient with it, but I also need to get into her pussy sometimes. My dick literally aches for it. She lets me in there every couple weeks maybe. Hopefully she gets up for it, but sometimes she’s just limp and I wish I hadn’t bothered. I’d

Loving moments

As a teller of stories, the author needs to introduce you the reader to the main characters, to do this in this story it would be advantageous for you to understand how Joyce and John were introduced to each other. Now many stories tend to refer to the characters as young love in that they

Ohh Papi que rico que RICO!

My lover and I are in an interracial relationship. He is an Asian man from Mandalay. And I am a Hispanic mixed female from Puerto Rico. He and I have gone through a lot in our relationship. We have even disagreed so many times and have argued. But the sex between us has always been

The slut ex-wife

It began innocently enough. Tara had been going to aerobics religiously three times a week, to improve her figure. She had never quite lost all the weight from her two pregnancies. For a long time she had put off getting involved in a fitness program, using her long work hours and her kids as an

Voyeur’s Wife’s story 2.

“That’s all right” I told him, and moved so that the poking continued a bit. The dance floor was dark enough so I could enjoy that contact, and he lead me close to our table at the end of the dance so he wouldn’t be seen walking off with that thing tenting at his slacks

Four of a Kind – A strip poker story

Five cards stared up at me while the implications of their configuration suffused my being. Four queens, the heart suit carefully arranged on the left, followed by her sisters, each card a mirror image of the previous except for the suit. The last card, the ace of spades, broke the pattern, but served to complete

Early Morning Necessities

The faint glow of early morning sifted through the heavy drapes of the room. Her eyes popped open in sudden remembrance of her location. Not moving a muscle, a smile spread across her face as she heard his deep, regular breathing. Without turning, she pictured his long frame stretched across the bed. Even as she

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