The 60s were a great time. Booze, partying, marijuana and sex. And, of course, no bras. This is a story of my introducing my young wife to my fantasies and perversions. Sally was tall, slender, 18 years old a very innocent. I was in my 20s and not very experienced but had more than my
I first started to get the indication that David had the “hots” for me when we were alone once in the office, and he made our usual afternoon run for a snack, bringing back chocolate cherries and diet coke for me. I’d always made comments about how that combination made me a little silly, and
Jenny always thought her mother was a lesbian being divorce for many years and always going next-door to see Laura and her mother, Nan. Her neighbors were a black couple with a daughter close to her age. Mother was always taking about how great her daughter was and how she did this and that. Her
Abigail stirred and pulled the covers over her bare, cold skin. Her shoulder was exposed to the frigid air of the bedroom. She had forgotten to turn up the heat again. With her head feeling like a rotten melon ready to split apart, and the taste of a well-worn sweat sock in her mouth, she
He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, making faces and sticking his tongue out at himself. “I hate my face.” He said. He could hear her in the bedroom, putting away laundry from the sound of it. “I hate my face!” He said, louder this time so she would hear his complaint. She
I met Kathy at a college football game. Beth, a mutual friend who worked with Kathy, introduced us. Beth is a buxom brunette with a great face and smile. She stands a well endowed 5’6″, 130 pounds, with a tight little behind. Kathy on the other hand, has light brown hair, almost strawberry blond. She
The simultaneous gulp from both of us was audible around the dinner table. An assembled group of 3 work colleagues with partners had joined us for dinner at our new home and the meal was going really well until that question. We had a prepared answer, of course, but it always seemed to catch us
Carol sat in a coffee house in Young Street, Toronto, drinking a large cup of coffee, and watching the world go by through the large shop window, when a man sat at the next table, opened his Toronto Sun and started reading the days news while sipping his cup of Tea. At first she didn’t
“Are you sure that this is the right place?” My wife whispered in my ear. “I have checked and it is. We asked for something non- traditional and that we were open minded,” I whispered as a reply. We were escorted in this restaurant by a young well trained man only wearing a small thong
After all the bed time talk and confessing of my fantasy to see the woman I loved with other men and Nicolette somewhat taking an interest, or should I say more than an interest, in the possibly of getting it together with a man other than her husband. The American navy fleet was to spend
The twins were born minutes apart, the female at 12:03, the male at 12:12. Their father hadn’t been able to make the event, being on duty in the Philippines at the time. No one from the immense horde of relatives had come from their scattered homes to the Denver event, so the mother had no
It had been a long day for George and Judy. The trip from Boulder to Salt Lake had gotten off to a poor start and had gone downhill from there. The harder they tried to make good time, the more delays they encountered. First there was the seemingly never-ending construction along US40. Judy had even
Ted Rodgers was enjoying the new state of the art computer that his sister had just bought for him. Ted was fourteen and enjoyed working with computers. Along with the computer, Amy also purchased for him an Internet access account, which he was just getting up and running. Amy Rodgers was Ted’s older sister. She
Before I start, I think I should give a brief description of my wife, Julie. She’s 26, stands a slim 5’3″ 105lbs with flaming long red hair (a true redhead I might add!), blue eyes, and a set of pouting red lips made for cock sucking. She also has a nice firm pair of 38B’s
I suspected all along from several comments she’d made that Sally was into wetting her pants. We were alone today and I was imagining Sally’s faded jeans heather gray T-shirt and sneakers soaked in piss. We shot the breeze as we walked; talking about a recent news report on the lack of female restrooms came