Jane looked past the rusted iron bars of the gate in front of her, peering into the tiny space between the bare concrete walls that couldn’t have been more than three or four metres apart. A woman who looked like she was in her early twenties lay asleep on top of a pile of hay,
I’m a 30 year old, married woman, that lives a ‘normal’ life. I married my high school sweetheart as soon as we finished college. I’m a secretary at a law firm. He’s an accountant. I have to work all the time, he doesn’t. I can’t get pregnant. Or so I thought. I’m 5’10”, thin, brunette.
“What’s the matter?” Buford Davis asked, casually scratching his balls through his trousers. “You seem so quiet tonight.” Judy Davis shrugged her shoulders as she finished the dishes and hung her dishtowel up to dry. She hadn’t felt like talking for some reason. She felt bored and sad and she didn’t understand why. That day
Well, quite a lot has happened since I have last uploaded a “real” text file so lets see……….where to begin. Well, my roomies and I have still been “getting together” for some fun. This summer, unlike the last one, they are going to stay at the apt. with me. So, as the Paul McCartney song
“Kiss my pussy, Roland,” she commanded, interlocking her fingers on the back of his head and pulling him closer. “Kiss it, you darling boy!” Roland’s lips pressed against her hairy, damp cunt and he started to kiss and suck it instinctively. His tongue flicked against her clit, tickling the tender flesh. Janet loved the tingles
Alex looked himself over in the mirror carefully, picking a bit of fluff or lint here and there from his tight, pink, angora sweater dress. The black patent belt around his waist was too wide and tight and the black patent spikes on his feet were too tall for him to ever think of walking
It was a pretty typical day for me….I was running errands and shopping for groceries, with plans to fix dinner for my husband and me for after he got home from work. I was halfway between the market and home when I saw the check-engine light start flashing on the dash, and I could hear
I squeezed the lovely hills of Pat’s buttocks for awhile, then reached around under her to open the sweet mound of her vulva. Her hips squirmed, and she moaned behind the gag. “Fantasy,” she’d said, “utter trust, anything you want, no holds barred.” The sons were out with their Aunt, and we were alone for
When I was 34, I dated a 40 year old Puerto Rican woman I met through work. Getting alone time with her proved difficult, though, as she had three kids who, understandably, took up most of her time. When we did manage to have sex, it was epic – she had a body very much
“So, you and Stacy broke up?” “Yeah, a couple weeks ago.” “Really? You must be hard up! I think Jason would go crazy if we broke up, he’s so horny!” “Haha, yeah, I guess I am!” “Well, I suppose I could give you a handjob, if you want.” “Really?” “Yeah, I need the practice. Jason’s
Following my exciting encounter with Auntie Betty and knowing I was invited back the following Saturday, you can imagine my week was feverish to say the least. I seemed to spend the week stroking my cock; in serious danger of a sprained right wrist by the Friday! My mum was pleased that her sister and
My wife and I were invited to go sailing on Lake Erie on a small 24′ cabin cruiser. It was just the captain, his first mate and the two of us. It was understood that my wife, Victoria, would play the part of “eye candy” for any on-lookers in the harbor by wearing her very
Even with her breasts pulled heavily down, her cleavage aroused me. Her dress was too short, her sauntering walk in the August heat too inviting for a mother. When we were finally alone, I told her I’d never seen a pregnant lady naked. ‘I would feel so much better that way…it’s so hot…’, she responded;
High school was over and college was two months down the road. I needed a job. What I really needed was money. Anyhow, I took the first clerical job that came along, a menial, $250 a week, minimum wage job at a big brokerage house in the city. I rode the subway to work and
It was just another day at the beach. Well not really. I had decided that today was the day I was going to go topless. You see my lover had set me a challenge before I left for my holiday to France. ‘I want a topless photo of you on the beach.’ In all my