Several months back, my friend Brandi had been dumped by her husband for another woman. She showed up on my doorstep, crying her eyes out, running her mascara. Brandi is a petite redhead…normally feisty, vivacious. She’s about the same size and figure as me…slim, 5 foot 5… but she has much bigger breasts. I’m a
“God, I love your body,” Audrey murmured. “I love fucking you.” Beside her, Mala smiled gently, her lovely face suffused with excitement. She moved her head closer to Audrey’s and kissed her deeply. Audrey closed her eyes, her body trembling with excitement. Mala’s delicate, slender fingers roamed Audrey’s naked body, cupping and fondling her swollen
I have known Dana for a number of years and never really gave our relationship much thought. We have been good friends, but I never really thought of her sexually. Possibly because she had never expressed an overt interest in myself, and possibly because I’m white and she’s black. I always thought she was an
The hotel bar had the same qualities of so many others I’ve seen before: dim lighting, over-priced drinks, and clientele that consisted mostly of travelers with no idea where else they should go. I took my drink from the bar and found a table where I could kick back and relax. As the alcohol started
The next day was Laura’s wedding. Randi was surprised to find that she could barely look her sister in the face. She was afraid it was written all over her own features: He fucked me. The guy you’re going to marry, Laura. He fucked me, last night. Not once, but twice. And the second time
Randi felt awful seeing Rick go out the door, shut it behind him, and go to his own room. She was still naked and hot. His jism was still leaking back out of her cunt. Just fuck me and then go and marry my sister, eh? she thought ruefully. Somehow she felt really used and
Randi Coles kicked off the bedcovers and groaned softly. It was stifling in her room. It must be the hottest night of the year, she thought. Her room felt like an oven. Even though the window was open, the air outside was just as hot as it was inside. And the humidity was unbearable. She
“Why sure, you may sit here, Sir.” Marie Clair said to the kind-looking, middle aged gentleman. She was glad to have a “gentleman” sit next to her on the train, considering there was some “riff-raff” getting on behind him. She sure wouldn’t want to sit next to one of them. Her aunt had warned her
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
My wife Tina and I have been married for three years now and we have been very happy. She is twenty four years old, but is a very small woman, only 4′ 11″ and weighs 90 pounds. She looks very young, like a fifteen or sixteen fourteen year old girl. She loves sex and is
I’m always kind of uncomfortable riding in luxury cars. Totally smooth and silent, air conditioned, with soft leather seats that perfectly conform to your body, I think it’s the remote, disconnected feeling that I find disconcerting. I’m much more comfortable in my noisy, rough riding 1968 Dodge pickup. I don’t want to say the woman
I like to keep things interesting in our marriage so I often try to surprise my wife with different situations or experiences. She’s gotten pretty used to this and admits that it adds some excitement to what appears to others to be an otherwise conservative ordinary marriage. One afternoon I called her and suggested that
A few years ago, in 2018, we were visiting ‘family’ for a week and most everyday we’d go for a walk in the woods near their house. Just behind the pine trees we walked in, across the gravel road, was a housing construction project. Most every time we’d walk into this wooded area I’d get
You walk up behind me where I’m picking flowers in the back yard and put your arms around me, and whisper in my ear, “Are you my girl?” You can feel my familiar response, as your words immediately excite me, and I answer breathlessly, “Yes, John.” “Good girl!” You begin to nuzzle my neck at
When I was about 18, I did what most other horny young boys did: I searched naughty, sex-related websites. During my conquests, I came across numerous adult chat sites. I created a profile, listing me as an 21 year old male, on my favorite sexdating site. I started talking with women of various ages, working