All day at work I couldn’t keep from thinking about the previous day’s events. Early in the morning I developed another raging hard-on that stayed with me until I went home. Several times during the day I thought I would have to go to the restroom and masturbate to relieve the pressure. But I was
I lay on my back beside her and watched her breathe as she slept. So beautiful; she was of mixed origins, quarter black, quarter true Spanish, and half Caucasian. Her skin tone was golden brown that seemed to glow in moonlight, brown eyes and red flaming red hair spread across the pillow and across her
The fear of getting caught has always been a great adrenaline rush for me. It doesn’t help that the company that my boyfriend works for is plastered all over the truck that he drives for his job. Being a well known company in our small town, well the trucks are hard to miss. His job
Mary pulled her beat-up old car in front of her house and stepped out. It had been a long day at work. For the past fifteen years, she had been a cleaning lady in a girl’s dormitory at the local college. Day in and day out, Mary spent her days cleaning the hallways, emptying trashcans,
I’ll begin by saying that I am well aware this particular fantasy of mine is pretty odd and that it may well gross out some of you reading this, but what can I say, I guess I’m a pervert. I can’t say exactly when my fascination with the female posterior began, but I do know
It’s funny, but at first I didn’t even want to go to the beach with my family. I was playing second base for the local American Legion team and hitting almost three hundred; I was beating my buddy in Earth Rage 3 regularly and Susie Watkins had talked to me at the church picnic and
They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non- stop motorcycle ride. Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in. They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the bike. Although tired, they laughed and
I had been lucky and retired early from my own business. A divorce 5 years earlier had not been that messy. We both decided that the marriage was not working. She had her own career that was time consuming and it came to an end. No alimony, no kids, reasonable settlement on money issues and
I am a very trusting person. I lock my door only when I am going to be away from home for several hours. Then again, I am fairly sure anyone who has ever seen me would not be stealing from me. I stand close to six feet tall and weigh two hundred sixty pounds. I
It started with a message on my voicemail. “Hi babe. Those damn fuckers. I just got out of the meeting and I’ve had it. I’m going home. See you tomorrow.” I had some trouble hearing the message because she’d called from her car and the cell phone wasn’t living up to its advertised crystal clarity.
I’d had a long, hard day at work and couldn’t wait to get home and relax. I stopped at the grocery store and got a few things we needed for the weekend. When I drove up to the house I was surprised to see my husband Greg’s car in the driveway. He doesn’t usually get
I first met Amy when I began working out at a gym. I’m a 38 year-old guy who has played a lot of different sports all my life, and was used to being in shape, but a knee injury had stopped me participating and I’d got out of condition; too much beer and no exercise
This story started a couple of years ago, or should I say it all started 40 years ago when I was young. It seems I have always enjoyed dressing in women’s clothes. I have been a closet cross dresser for most of my life, starting with dressing in my mother’s, sister’s, aunts, friends, etc. underwear
The last year I turned 21 and everything started to happen all at once, as if all my life I was waiting for the beginning and finally there it was. Last year my mom Estella, for all intents and purposes, left my stepfather. He’s a total dick who is borderline insane, bi-polar, and a womanizer.
I drove 4 hours just to meet her. We spent a long time on the Internet chatting and emailing back and forth. We knew each other’s interests and enjoyed talking about them. We even moved to speaking on the phone. That’s when I mentioned I would be close to where she was. She, and it