As much as I love to get my pussy fucked, I adore getting screwed in the ass by my lover. The feeling of a stiff ten inches up my chute makes me perk, my asshole twitches and my mouth waters. My husband wouldn’t ever do that to me, so I had to find someone who
Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and
I always got my hair cut at Schroeders. You know the one, down on Harbor Blvd., towards the beach. I went there, not because they were the cheapest, or the best, or even the fastest. I went there because they had the best looking ‘cutters’ around. I came to call it “Rock Slut Hair Cuts”
The campus campanile slowly rang out the last of the twelve hours. From his cubicle in the library — open twenty four hours — he barely heard it, but perhaps it made him decide to pack it in for the night. On the other hand, perhaps it was just a coincidence. As quietly as he
Wow Lola, What a thrill is it to get your emails. I always get a double delight from them. The first thrill is just reading them and getting turned on. Your ideas always dampen my pussy. The second joy is reading them to poor Aaron and watching his face get beet red, knowing I’m telling
My name is Jack Duncan. I am 45 and a professional photographer. My wife Debbie is 32 with wavy, natural blonde hair atop a 5’6″ body weighing 123 pounds. Blessed with a beautiful face and stark green eyes, Debbie has shapely hips carried on long, lovely legs. With supple breasts filling a B-cup, she is
My wife is gorgeous. 5’7″ with long legs, firm asscheeks, 37C breasts… and always horny. We have been married for 5 years and have no kids. Our sex life wasn’t the greatest but I thought it was okay… until last week and I discovered her with Randy. He’s a truck driver that she me when
The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA. There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticeable
I saw through the louvered closet door a sight that made my knees almost buckle. He’s taking her to our bed! I almost screamed out, but managed to choke it to a whimper that was covered by the sagging of the bed. But, another part of me was getting wet and I had to see
It was a boring night so I decided it was time to go for a walk. As strolled through the neighborhood when I suddenly heard a strange sound. It was a girl moaning. I looked in the direction of the house it was coming from but I couldn’t see anybody. I decided to investigate and
I still find it hard to believe that I could find myself in the situation that I’m in. A month ago I was a happily married fifty-two-year-old mother and grandmother who doted on her husband and family and would never in a million years imagine doing anything to put their happiness at risk. Today I
After almost sixteen years of marriage, like many couples, are sex life had become stale and almost nonexistent. Before then we had a very conventional but healthy sex life, but without any particular excitement. For several days I had a pain in my left breast which was bothering me and I finally got around to
My wife and I had to go to dinner with my boss so we got a baby sitter and headed out. The baby sitter Amanda is a 21 year old college student that has taken care of our kids many times and pretty much each time I thought how Amanda could baby sit me anytime.
It all started one night, years back, when my friend was at our house playing cards with us. Just your normal card game, not strip poker or anything like that. AS it was a hot night, no AC, my wife was wearing a pair of silk pajamas. A button down top with the shorts bottom.
My husband, Ron Stone and I Pam worked for the social services in the young offenders department. We deal mainly with young male black studs, who are one step away from prison. Ron was 46 and me 41. we were both virgins when we met 20 years ago. Sex was never a strong point for