“Do you love me?” I asked Jeff. My name is Jennifer. Jeffrey, Jeff for short, and I are best friends. We lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together. Jeff shared everything with me and talked about anything that came to mind, including his past loves. I was
“Fuck my head hurts,” Boone Talbott said to himself. He had been fighting nausea brought on by his hangover all morning. “I’m never doing that shit again – until next time,” he continued to himself. He had the sweats, his hands were trembling, and his bowels were boiling. He’d had to lock the store and
Tim was just 17 coming up to 18 and becoming more aware of just how different he was to other boys. Tim was the only child to a single mum called Tara, Tara Rose. Tara was not very tall at five foot four; with long blond hair green eyes and wonderful natural 34H tits that
Jon and Tiffany continue their taboo relationship after the start of the school year. They have been helping each other masturbate but now they are ready for the next step. It was the beginning of fall and school had only been in session for a couple of weeks. Tiffany was glad to no longer be
Marilee’s fists tightened in despair as she sat at her secretarial desk and listened to the muffled moans emanating from the office of her boss, JC Wyatt. JC was one of the youngest and most famous casting agents in Hollywood and was the most blatant offender of the “casting couch” which degraded women. The young
Susan sat in her bedroom with her best friend Helen. The two 21 year-old’s were discussing a porno movie that they has watched at their friend David’s place the previous evening. “Jesus Susan, that guy’s dick. Can you imagine that in you for christ’s sake!” They both laughed. “And that kinky stuff… absolutely weird. You
My name is Millie. At the time of this story I was eighteen-years old and was in school. I was an average size girl with very good looks. I had blond medium length curly hair. I reached puberty at the beginning of sixth grade and my body was very developed. My breasts were nice B-cups,
Debbie was only sixteen when she gave birth to her son, Jake. The father was only eighteen himself and didn’t fancy the responsibility of fatherhood, and he didn’t stick around. In fact, he never saw his son. Debbie’s parents were supportive and looked after baby Jake during the daytime to allow their daughter to finish
Next morning, Susan stood by the kitchen table, topless, she only wore the bottom half of a sexy thong bikini that barely covered her ass crack. The tiny stripe of the bikini may be holding some object in her asshole. With hands behind her back, subservient as she looked at the floor like a shy
I was late. By the time I reached the small building at the side of the playing field, the team would already be halfway through their first practice session. Not that this was a problem: I never did participate in the physical exercises anyway, and they would probably cause me to strain all my muscles
What does a reasonably active professional man of 60, full head of hair and reasonably libido do when made redundant? In my case it was a case of being realistic and finding any job that pays the bills. So when I saw this ad for a mature concierge porter/handyman, I thought why not?’ After submitting
Walking through the woods, I could feel the urge. I should have used the toilet at the trail-head, but no, I was too busy looking at all the gorgeous scenery, and now, I could feel my bladder start to make demands. I looked around, the trail was deserted, so I left the trail, went past
I had just woken from a very erotic dream in which I was having sex with several women. I was sopping wet and I still had my hand between my legs and two fingers in my pussy. My fingers were coated with my silky juice so I brought my fingers to my mouth a licked
“I’ve been thinking,” Barb said, sipping a Margarita. “Thinking and dreaming…” “About me, perhaps?” Toby asked mischievously. Barb looked across the table at her tall, cool friend. For the millionth time Barb asked herself exactly what it was about Toby… true enough, she was striking to look at, with her cascading auburn hair, sparkling dark
Alison always felt safe going back to work in the afternoons. She was a teacher in a school that was safe. The students, she thought, all liked her. The janitors were always around and the school had no problems. She had no idea that this day would be different. As she walked into her classroom,