It was a hot late morning in July. Very humid and sunny. Tommy was in his shorts with no shirt. I came out in my bikini and laid down my towel. My dad was at work and my two older brothers Shane and Rick were away down the shore. Tommy was all sweaty. The sweat
I work early mornings stacking shelves in a supermarket. There is just me, the cleaner, and two guys out the back with the trucks. The cleaner is a beautiful middle eastern woman in her mid thirties. She has great tits. It’s funny, in her work clothes you can barely see the extent of their size
Kissing you again, I reach around and unzip your dress pulling it down off your shoulders a bit but not exposing anything just yet. I tenderly kiss your bare shoulder and across your collarbone to the other shoulder. You moan and lay your head back feeling my hot kisses setting your skin on fire. You
When Christine’s mind finally returned to that hated Christmas Eve, and the visions of that drunken bastard that took the only real joy in her life, she wept silently to her self for a while. When she regained her composure Christine bundled herself up against the winter cold, locked the office and as usual on
It was my 15the birthday, and I had just come home late. I had a couple beers at a party, but was otherwise all right. I went home and my mom and her friend, Mrs. White, were over with a cake. They both giggled when they realized how drunk I was. I didn’t’ care, it
Can you imagine how it feels 2 months after your wedding to discover that you’ve married one of the big- gest sluts in town? I didn’t find out until she let me know that we were expecting our first child. “Darling, I have a confession to make and it’s going to test if you really
A whole lot of good luck came showering down on my mom in one week, and some of it splattered onto me as well, making me feel very lucky and very happy. She went to work one Monday morning and by mid-afternoon she had in her possession a letter promoting her to a managerial position
I sat at my desk at work one morning, when my phone starts ringing, its a withheld number. I answer it, slightly cautiously, and I am surprised when I here my ex girlfriend’s voice. She sounds quite authorative as she speaks, not starting with any pleasantries. I am listening and can’t believe what I am
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
On my completion of my mba. I tried to learn french as i was trying to work in france. So i searched for some classes in chennai. Later i found a homely french tution were a married muslim lady of age 2e3 is taking class. So i enquired the fees and joined there and i
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
Nichole finally made it home. Tired and dirty, she heeded a shower and a nap. She undressed and stepped in the shower. At first the water stung on her back where was all scratched up, but then it was relaxing. She decided a bubble bath before her nap would be good She started the water
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
This sex story is totally fiction! The Royal family was extremely popular. Even the republicans had a hard time disliking them. The country was lucky. It was well off and people were happy. It was respected by other countries. The latest was the fight against ITO (Islam terror organisation) in the Middle East. Our beloved
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