Cynthia flushed. Her heart leapt and she found herself short of breath. She had just finished getting ready for church. This was the first time that she had gone to church with Jeff and she had been a little surprised when he had asked her. They had not been going steady very long, but there
All it took to get the job was five minutes filling out an application and a five-minute interview with the manager, Steven. We immediately liked each other and I sense that our rapport in the interview trumped my lack of experience in the service industry. Steven was 28 years old and had moved to the
It’s a lovely walk through a cool summer night with smells like freshly mown grass and the memory of teenage lust. It’s cool but I’m sweating. She’s dressed in a flowing blue dress, her hair is down around her shoulders, long and brown and shiningly clean. Her breasts are large under the dress, she’s taken
My name is Rose. I am a slut wife and a flight attendant for a major airline. There aren’t many women like me and I like that. So does Ed. Ed and I met on a flight to Seattle. He was the first officer and I was a flight attendant. I immediately liked him. When
I can’t believe what I’m doing! I know I’ll be going to hell when I die, but I just can’t make myself care. I feel freer and more alive than I ever have. I’m tingling all over. I’m lying nude on my side in bed with an ex-con named Wade Masterson, the strongest, most masculine
One of the most stimulating sexual turn-ons for me and my boyfriend is to tell each other about our sex scenes with other people. Jim is never more aroused than when I relate in graphic detail my sex with another man. I, in turn, get off listening to him how he describes how he fucks
I hope you enjoyed my latest story about my wife’s sexual adventures. It would be a good idea to read the previous stories before this one because, whilst each is a stand alone adventure, the previous stories add some history, a description of my wife and build a pattern of her slowly getting more and
Angel sighed deeply, her mouth slightly pursed as the air pushed out over her lips. She had been preparing for this for so long, and now it was so much that she could barely restrain herself. Tom was behind her, leaning against the club wall, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed the back
Okay, this is the short version of the story. My brother and I had always been close and shared an almost indecent relationship. My parents had to make us stop taking baths together and sleeping together when we were adolescences. Jason had always stuck up for me if and when other kids were mean to
My wife, Becky, started buying products from Avon about a year ago through an Avon lady named Susan, who had several accounts in our rural neighborhood. She would come in, sit down next to my wife on the couch and go through the catalog, the sales, etc. explaining the products. Becky would always buy something,
I am a lonely woman. I’ve spent most of my life in my house, scared of the world and trying to find the courage to talk to other people. My only friend is my dog, Enzo . How sad is that? I was watching CNN one night, and a story came on that dog lovers
I hung onto the top edge of the car window so tight, I probably left fingerprints in the Pontiac’s finish. But I’d bumped my head a few times in the past, doing it this way, so I just hung on and gritted my teeth as Brian pounded into me. The car seat was rubbing my
My wife Jo and I have been married for 12 years now and although our sex life used to be quite adventurous, we have slowly become more and more conservative. She is a beautiful 36 year old with light brown hair and a shapely body that I can tell other men find attractive. I have
This is a story of a fantasy night I would like to have with my wife. We often talk about naughty sexual thing when we are having sex and when we are in the heat of the moment she has said she would like to do some wild things, so here is my version of
“Pookie, go fetch me a bag of apples.” “Apples? What kind of apples?” “You know the kind. The good kind! Empire apples. None of those tasteless Cortland’s or sour Granny Smiths. Good Empire apples from New York.” “Baby, I don’t even like apples.” “Too bad, you’re going to starting eating them. You’re not a kid