The dream had been so real, for Kay it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Kay had dreamed that she had made love to a man in a car. That she had acted like a slut with this man. Stranger still, the man had been black. Kay had a slight headache and no
I had that feeling again at work. Flirting, chatting online, and then I realized I was squeezing my legs together. My pussy was hot again. Sometimes I swear I think about sex more than anyone I know. Even guys, and that’s saying a lot. I started looking around at my coworkers like pieces of meat.
“Alison Chapman!” Sandi Cooper exclaimed with surprise, “Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin! That’s just crazy! I don’t believe it! You’re eighteen years old, for God’s sake.” “Oh, come on,” Alison retorted defensively. “Lot’s of girls my age are still virgins. Not all of us play around with sex like you do.” “Yeah, I
Quickly glancing from her watch to her husband and back again, she was unable to hide the anxiety and anticipation she was feeling. They were about to take a giant leap in their relationship as Husband and Wife – a leap she was hoping they were ready for. For years they had talked about their
The car was loaded and we set off to Birmingham where l would be staying with my uncle Robert and aunt Silvia while studying at university. My aunt was my mother’s sister and l can’t say they looked similar because my aunt Silvia was much plumper, the last time l met my uncle and aunt
My lovely hubby had taken me to a nice weekend out from town. We went to by the sea, hiring a very comfortable hotel room there. After checking in, Victor and I went to the pool; the weather was warm but too windy to go for a walk down the beach. I was there lying
I never thought I’d get pregnant. I’d been trying with my husband for almost three years when new neighbors moved in across the street and we invited them over that fateful evening. John and Kristine were your average looking couple, he was nice enough looking that — in my mind’s eye — I had him
I still remember my first experience with a girl. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever met. She had beautiful blue eyes and golden hair. She also had the greatest body in my class. My hormones were, raging and I couldn’t wait for some- thing to happen. Her name was Sarah and she
“I think I see what your problem is,” I said, popping up over the bathroom counter with my adjustable wrench in one hand and a wet wad in the other. “You can’t flush a paper towel, Angela, it’s too heavy. These modern low-flow toilets can’t handle anything that doesn’t dissolve in water.” My sister nodded
Yesterday afternoon’s lab class was pretty boring, but the lab instructor was such a sweet piece of meat that it made the class enjoyable. Ever since the semester started I knew that I wanted him, my pussy told me so. He’s six foot tall (I love tall men) and blonde hair, and great blue eyes.
My story begins: I discovered that my now ex wife had been cheating on me. I deviously set out to once and for all prove that I had no jealousies. I had a deeply inward wantonness to be a part of and contribute to her bpleasures outside the normal range of our lovemaking at home.
Watching the train come into the platform, slowly making its way up the track, another day, another meeting, he thought. He quickly ran a mental check list that he had everything, briefcase, presentation case, minutes of the last AGM, and of course his lunch. Cheese and tomato sandwiches, the same sandwiches he had been having
It was a gorgeous Saturday morning. Paul just got out of the shower and saw Amanda out on the deck laying in her bikini. His dick started to get hard again as he began thinking back to last night. He cupped his hand over the crotch of his pants feeling his hard dick swell even
A true story never told before. I married one of the most beautiful girls in my area. She had long blonde hair slim 104lbs five foot four nice legs good hips and ass, known to her I had a bi side, she had small tits you cannot have everything, and throughout our married life her
For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e- mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if neither of us were what the other expected. I knew the basics about