Tim was just 17 coming up to 18 and becoming more aware of just how different he was to other boys. Tim was the only child to a single mum called Tara, Tara Rose. Tara was not very tall at five foot four; with long blond hair green eyes and wonderful natural 34H tits that
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
In my last story I recounted how, during a visit with my husband to Birmingham’s seedier quarters in search of some adventurous sex, I was propositioned by an Asian man who assumed I was a prostitute. Going along with his understandable misinterpretation of events (he had watched me give my husband a blow job in
Vicky sprawled on the satin sheets as the waves of pleasure from her orgasm receded. Her senses were returning and the hot throb in her loins included an aching rawness. She had been fucked! It had been far more exciting than her fevered teenage imagination had led her to expect. The orgasm more intense than
Natalie was really nervous now. The thought of what she was about to do made it incredibly hard for her even to swallow; her heart seemed to be in her throat. The pretty teenager was used to being in “situations”, and sometimes even found some pride in being in trouble. She was a rebel, and
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
I am twenty years old and had recently broken up with my girlfriend. She was fairly inhibited and we enjoyed our sex together. I had been reading an erotic book and got a sudden urge for some sexual activity. I decided to go to a massage parlour but not one of the local ones where
I believe in variety, lost of variety. That’s why I frequent whores, and places where whores hang out. I guess you could call me a coinsure of prostitutes. I’ve probably been with more than 100 different women who sell their bodies to both men and women. Anyway, I ran across a real sweet amateur last
“Colombia? As in drug cartels?!?” My voice rose an octave and a half as my boss revealed himself to be an alien from the planet Moron. “Who goes to Colombia? Do you realize that country’s on the State Department’s ‘don’t go there’ list?” I continued in the same vein for a few minutes before allowing
Kim and I had been married for five years now. Kim is a very beautiful brunette (Bust 34C Waist 24 Hips 34 5ft5″). She had received a strong catholic upbringing. Sex had never been her strong point for her or a central part of our marriage and as time went by she seemed to lose
For as long as she could remember, Gina had wanted to be a PLUN and a level four Pleasure Unit at that, the pinnacle of sexual strength and wondrous joy, the golden and tireless vagina and luscious body. Nothing else would do. All her anatomically correct Barbies were PLUNs and all of them were put