When Angela spotted a fellow watersports fan among her workmates she was intrigued to know more. I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, desperate for a pee. As I stood naked in front of the bowl idly watching a the golden stream hit the water, Angela crept up behind me, reached round
It’s a usual thing for me to hang out after work with my friends. We usually play poker at each other’s houses. On this day, it was David’s turn. After work, David, Jim, Harry, and myself went to David’s house for a night of gambling and alcohol. David had a table and chairs set up
I’m an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be. That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I didn’t. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
All day at work I couldn’t keep from thinking about the previous day’s events. Early in the morning I developed another raging hard-on that stayed with me until I went home. Several times during the day I thought I would have to go to the restroom and masturbate to relieve the pressure. But I was
Mary pulled her beat-up old car in front of her house and stepped out. It had been a long day at work. For the past fifteen years, she had been a cleaning lady in a girl’s dormitory at the local college. Day in and day out, Mary spent her days cleaning the hallways, emptying trashcans,
I slid my dick across her stomach and back and forth over the puffy nipples from her budding 19 year old titties. Within minutes I was spewing my load over her chest, a pearl necklace for a young teen. Her eyes were as glazed as her entire body: she was gleaming wet from spunk, jizz,
The author wishes it to be known he does not condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one shared by many. I’m Alex, 31 and a sales job that usually takes me places. Normally, I’d be out on the road, but promotion meant I was mostly office bound
My former college roommate Carol had called me the week before to invite me to lunch at one of Saint Louis’s nicest restaurants. We had been in and out of touch over the past several years and we had both just turned 38. We were born a week apart in the same year. It had
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
She had been watching the woman for weeks, planning out the attack. Her name was Dana, she was the mother of her daughters best friend and Sarah wanted her so badly. Not because of love, this was about something else, something much more dark and sinister. A need to hurt and destroy somebody and Dana