This was the third time in my life that I touched a woman, but without going all the way just yet. I was 18, and going on a bus trip with a soccer team for a sports tournament. The tournament was an annual event between two teams, each located in cities about 11 hours bus
“Eddie, not now!” pleaded Arlene Walters as her boyfriend slid his hand inside her partially opened blouse. Her clothes were disheveled from the heavy kissing they had been doing, and Eddie was trying to go further, possibly even to finally fuck the girl he had been dating for over two years. “C’mon, Arlene baby,” pleaded
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 23 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
I looked down sheepishly; Phil kept leering at me from behind the desk. He was making me really nervous; I was quite used to being leered at, but this time it was a guy offering me a job. Not that he was bad looking — on the contrary, he was pretty gorgeous and had a
It often comes a complete surprise to find that people are not always exactly what they seem to be. The quiet librarian who secretly waits for the moment when she can loosen her passions on an unsuspecting patron. The nurse who is ready to take on any of her patients, male or female, who think
Carol’s job was hosting a Christmas party. She decided to wear a skirt and no panties. I was turned on by the idea. The company party was being held at a hotel about a half hour from where we lived. She said that they expected about 30 people to show up.oh uh! We arrived at
THE SWAP CLUB (Author Unknown) CHAPTER ONE “Another drink, Jimmy?” “Yeah, okay, Jerry,” I said. I walked with Jerry over to the bar, where he refilled my glass. We took our glasses out to his back deck and settled down to watch the sun set. Debby and I had gotten to Jerry and Carol’s a
She was sitting at the bar having a drink, her head pounding from the night before, when she had had too much to drink. She was slowly nursing her drink, hoping it would cure her hangover. The bar was is noisy, with people talking all around her. At first, all the voices blended together, nothing
Carol was up early. She was actually a little nervous about today. What if James was tiring of her? What if he saw her as some needy old women? She wasn’t all that old, just 28. But that was twice James’ age. At 9 o’clock on the nose he was assembling the pool sweep. Carol
(His side of the story) Stepping out of the shower, picking up your still quivering and dripping body I move you to the bedroom. Looking around, the only flat surface is the bed, “I guess that will have to do,” giving you that lustful gaze. Just the moon shows through the curtains. ” I believe
Louise definietly enjoyed sex with all the girls, and certainly enjoyed fucking me. The month of June went by quickly. I never kept score, but Louise was always sure to tell me if she had sex with them when I was not around. She did not go into detail, she would just say, Jennie and
“For sale?” I wasn’t too surprised to see the sign go up on the empty place next door. It has been more than eight months since the Cooke family moved out. They were the kind of neighbors you like to have – friendly, quiet, and on the rare occasion they had a party they made
Vashti wandered down the deserted beach, when she looked back along the sandy stretch of pure white sand, she could still see the tops of the grass-roofed huts of the small resort where she was staying. The water was a cool placid expanse of turquoise ripples, which lapped playfully at her toes with each step.
Margot was at an age when she thought it useful to tolerate the foibles of other people. It was no longer worth the effort to be critical, even in silence. Maturity, after all, meant an acceptance of varieties of behavior. In any case, the minor weaknesses of the people in her life produced only insignificant