It began as a note that arrived on Monday. Steve was coming for a few days. He was accepting the open invitation my husband offered him last time we saw him. My husband, David, and I liked Steve but he tended to drink a bit much for our liking. David and I are involved regularly
I had my first time with a BBC. I was 18, a bit of a chubby. I have a nice looking bubble butt. I had a smooth hairless body. I mostly wore tight clothes that made my ass look huge. I was a very shy person and i was easily intimidated. During those days i
When I first saw her that September afternoon when she applied for the part-time data entry job at my manufacturing company, I had to hire her. Yes. I know other applicants had better qualifications. Yes. I know I was thinking with another head. …But it’s just a data-entry job after all. I was talking to
“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone. “If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.” She smiled as she constructed her text. Like Margo, Julia
It was a cool night and I had decided to take a bike ride just before sundown. I got my leathers on and fired up the Harley. She sounded great. It was loud due to the custom drag pipes and I sat there for a few minutes listening to that strong deep thump in the
The goddamn Super Bowl. My husband makes such a big deal out it. Three or four of his buddies show up hours before the game to drink beer and juice up their testosterone so they can yell at the TV. I’ve always been bored. This year I decided to spice things up as only a
My name is Kevin Randle. Moving back home after several years was tough. I had set up a decent office job after I’d gotten out of college and had what I thought was a pretty happy life. I had money in the bank, a nice car, a decent condo and a girlfriend I thought I
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
The knock on the hotel door seemed innocuous enough, neither of the occupants of the room had any reason to suspect that it could be anything other than room service. Bill and Anne had travel overnight, catching the red eye from Fort Lauderdale to arrive at London Heathrow early in the morning. They had slept
Frosted glass on the windows made me think of my up coming tryst. It had been a while, maybe 4-5 months. I was getting bored with my married lover; Allen was red-haired and sensitive with a neat mustahce and once magic fingers. But he just couldn’t make me cum anymore. I would find myself fantasizing
Yes…. my wife is a slut. Ok…. I get that, but many people think the word “slut” is extremely derogatory or for whatever reason think that a “slut” is someone who is poor. My wife is just the opposite. She is very religious, very well known in her community and we are certainly not poor.
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
After I had seduced Brandi I wanted to share her with my favorite black lover Nat. I contacted him to arrange a date for all of us to get together. Brandi was very anxious to meet him after all that I have told her about him. As always he was specific as to the attire
Jodie Sweetin sat in the outside office waiting to see the producer of Dancing With The Stars. The pretty blonde former child actress had been invited to be on the upcoming season of the very popular show and was asked to come in and speak with the producer. She’d been waiting for about 10 minutes
It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing; crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the telephone rang. I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,”