Their parent’s holiday in Spain is ruined when their father breaks his leg. So 18 year old Ryan and his 17 year old sister Clare go instead. Although they intended to enjoy the holiday in their own way, the two find that they want to spend all the time with each other. (MF-teens, inc, 1st,
I could tell he was anxious. Informing him about the Halloween party raised a lot of questions on his end which I skillfully either ignored or diverted. I had not been mean right from the start, but I clearly told him he had 3 chances to come up with a suitable Halloween outfit idea. If
It was a very long day and evening at the office, must have been midnight when I got to the parking garage in the basement. My Ferrari was parked in its normal place, taking two spots as usual and all I could think of was getting home and hitting the sack. The garage is very
The aerobic instructor is pushing the group hard tonight. And Carole is hot and sweaty, her hair is sticking to her forehead and neck. She looks out the door…thinking she sees someone watching the exertions of the class, but there’s no one there. Carole leaves after a tiring hour, walking across the parking lot to
I was supposed to see Paul in the evening, but he phoned just beforehand and said he had a cold and couldn’t see me. So I felt very disappointed, and then I thought ‘Well, I’ll take him some grapes and stuff to cheer him up.’ So I bought a whole picnic of lovely cold food
It happened at his cousin’s wedding. He didn’t want to be there, hates weddings, but his wife made him go. As she was out on the lawn chatting with friends, he had already made up his mind to choke down the rest of his cake, find her, and tell her he was leaving. If she
I am an 18 year old senior in high school that is looking forward to graduating. I have had more than my share of pussy, but have noticed a problem. Most girls can’t handle my 11 1/2 inch cock. In fact, it seems that the only chicks that can are the older women I’ve banged
I’m going to lean towards you and kiss your lips tenderly. You sigh and eagerly return the kiss. Your face is flushed with desire as I kiss your neck and take the glass of wine from your hand. Kissing you again, I reach around and unzip your dress pulling it down off your shoulders a
I often reminisce of the days when my job required travel and meeting a lot of interesting people. I was much younger and good looking then and I guess I was born with a talent for not only selling, but for persuasion. I had charm, a silver tongue, and a high level of lust for
When her eyes refocused, I slid out of her and put her leg down. I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. “Oh God that was awesome. I think you ruined me!” she chuckled. “No problem” I joked. “Next time I’ll just do you in your ass.” I chuckled cheezily, trying to
Sandra listened to her daughter with shock at first. She couldn’t believe she was saying such things. The girl wanted to make their white rich neighbors, the Van Horns, their slaves. She had it all planned out already and was showing her a tape of Jennifer (Mrs. Van Horn) seducing the paperboy in her backyard
As I am helping the good doctor out the phone rings, its my mom, cos I hear doc saying, Yes, your son is here, he is very helpful, thank you for letting him help me, Yes, sure, no problem, I got food here, you want to talk to him, he gives me the phone, Yes
I had been at college for almost three weeks when the events I am writing about took place. My name is Karl. I’ve always considered myself a pretty normal guy. I played football in high school, dated a cheerleader, and usually got decent grades in my classes. Alright, enough about me… let me tell you
Dad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I
Faith let out a soft sigh and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she relaxed atop her padded stool, elbows on the metal rail at the edge of the bartop, a slender glass stem held delicately in one hand, the other clutching the strap of her bag. She hadn’t really been sure