It wasn’t till February that I heard from Laura again. Two days before Valentine’s Day, I received a card with no return address in the mail. My love life had been on hold since my last encounter with the perfect woman, so I certainly didn’t have any admirers to be receiving mail from. The card
“Fuck meeee!” Susana pressed her feet hard against the roof of the car, bracing herself as Peter pounded away at her pulsating pussy. “Yes! Yesss! Fuck me. Harder. HARDER. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, get it in, push it, push it in, push, push, yes, yesss, YESSS . . . Ohhh, fuuuck YESSS!” She
I was jealous when my twin brother Jon told me he had a girlfriend. Jon was mine, and I didn’t want to share him. I couldn’t tell him that, of course. I was the fast girl during high school, and even in college, when my tastes went far beyond what I could get in back
We wake up in each others arms. Rolling over and whispering “Good Morning” in your ear, I quickly give you a little kiss. Then I slip out of bed and into the bathroom. Leaving the door to the bathroom open I quickly slip into the shower. You watch me as I wash my hair, and
Really, I never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought, maybe, but it was never good. I’d seen the stuff on screen and it made me angry more than anything. The thought I had was more along the line of what I’d do to the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like that
It had been a good night at the Eight Bells disco, and Susana was glowing as she walked down the hotel corridor with Neil and Peter. She had had a bit to drink . . . not as much as sometimes, but enough to make her sparkle . . . and a great deal of
I sold beautiful curiosities in my shop, so it was only fitting that one walked in. However, it was not an antiques shop. My merchandise was a living example of years of human manipulation in enhancing specific genetic traits in fish. I stocked common goldfish, black goldfish supposed to guard the family home from bad
Marie Kozyk tried for a moment to resist the pressure of his hands on her head, even though she knew she would not be able to for very long. She nibbled frantically at his right nipple, running her tongue over the tiny protuberance and grasping it between her teeth in a gentle grip, but this
Joe Hannon had never seen anyone like her. Business had taken Joe to New York and Chicago, to Atlanta and New Orleans. He’d been to the cabaret in Munich. He’d even been to the place Carol Doda had made famous years ago in San Francisco’s North Beach and a few of the lap dancing spots
It was obvious from the moment they walked into the pub that they were mother and daughter. A further brief look at the two, and it was apparent that the older woman once had all the sexual allure that her offspring now half- innocently exuded. It wasn’t that the mother, (I found out later her
This was absolutely the last straw. The last couple of times Billy got beaten up at his junior high school, there was really not much I could do. Children can be awfully cruel, and aside from advising him to stay out of the troublemakers’ way (and failing that, try to reason with his harassers), I
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rich velvet of the couch. Her hands came sensuously up her body, cupping her tits lusciously. The brunette sighed as she pushed her voluptuous breasts forward and ran her thumbs across each nipple. “Mmmmm,” she panted, licking her wide, inviting lips. “Oooooooh!” Charlene was proud of
“I guess I’m one of those girls that got started on finger fucking and cocksucking and managed to have so much fun out of it that just plain fucking never seemed extra-special. When I first started dating boys, I remember, I was really worried about getting pregnant. I suppose that’s because of Mom-she was always
That night after their aunt and uncle had gone to bed, Mark and Stacy sneaked out of the house, looking for fun. Although the brother and sister liked their new adoptive parents, life with the Jordans was too tame for them. Their father had died long ago, while they were still babies. Their busy working
Karen Jordan, a tall cool-looking blonde of thirty-five, watched intently as the boy walked onto the diving board and prepared to plunge into the pool. Specifically, she watched his crotch, and she was thinking, Oh, to be young again! Karen’s dark-blue eyes focused lingeringly on the well-defined bulge of the kid’s skimpy trunks, and as