Looking so hot, she could steal and enchant every person in the room. She has subtle and just enough make up on to make her glow like a perfect day. Her breasts absolutely amazing and soft; so beautiful and warming. He wishes he was sitting next to
Of course Cleo wanted to know everything about Terri’s encounter with Johnny. To her surprise, Terri found that she felt an eagerness to tell someone. And Cleo, after all, was the only one she could talk to about it. She hadn’t planned on tellin
I want to write this account so that other women can see that they have the power to change their lives for the better in the same way that I did. I was never what you would call a dominant person. Quite the opposite in fact. Three years ago my life
This is my first time on this forum. I have been reading stuff here for quite sometime and some of the stories were really good. I would like to share a real incident with you guys which somehow changed my life and perception. Consequen
I have read a lot of stories and a lot of them have turned me on so I’m going to tell you mine and this is true.
As a kid I have always sneaked into my sister’s bedroom and put there bra and underwear, boy did it make me fill so good it made me
“You mean me?”
I look around the girls with me at the bar but he is looking straight at me; he nods his head and beckons me over. Walking ahead of me he reaches behind him, so I take his hand; he grips my hand tight. What is going on?
Business Matters… Saturday
“Typical fucking kid”, snorted Bobby. The snort was more of a grunt as a result of his nearness to spurting his cum into a newly stolen pair of customers’ panties.
In back of his shop he had found the undies ca
I live next to my absolute crush of 4 years, Karl, we walk home from class together every day and we are total BFF’s. I’ve never been able to confess to him because I’m afraid that if he rejects me then it’ll ruin our friendship. So basically
Being the shy person that I was in the past, I never had the guts to try something different and erotic. That is, until I met Cassandra. I met her in night school that I attended couple times a week and we hit it off right away. Sometimes when we hun
On a hot sunny afternoon, Tamia, a housewife and a mother, comes back from sending her daughter off to day camp and goes and puts her son down for a nap. Heading to the kitchen quietly, she sees the sink filled with dishes. Not ready to tackle them j
I walked in to my room, opened the window slightly, and headed towards the computer desk turning on the black table lamp and laptop. After it booted up, I accessed the internet and checked my emails. Glancing at the neon clock ne
Today is a Saturday night. Some people known it as date night or clubbing night. However for me, it’s just another ordinary day, like any other day of the week. I have no plans, no boyfriend, and all my friends are either busy with their own boyfri
Mya, a twenty year old woman, goes down Fifth Avenue, heading towards her destination. She approaches a light gray, single garage, with white trimmings and a iron screen door private home practice. Heading up the porch stairs, she stands the front wo
I awoke to a scene of almost apocalyptic devastation. Margot’s house had been left strewn with food and clothes, splashed with drink and cum, and littered with naked people. It had been the sound of Margot’s husband, Gerry, clearing the trash f
… The English Woman …
Let me introduce myself, I am Gaston and I have lived in the village deep in rural France as man and boy. I am a raconteur, a teller of stories; I see, I hear, I store in my brain the images that my eyes have seen and words
Prica has found a favorable situation. on 16-yard box. A VIF player starts to shove a little Prica (which with its well-known temper does not find himself in it). We see that Dos Santos will notice this and go away to sporenstreks Prica (already irri
It wasn’t long after Terri turned 18 that the visions and dreams began.
In the first dream she ever had of the woman she would soon come to think of as “the Crimson Queen,” Terri was lost in the woods. Somehow, underneath the deepening azure
A SERIES OF SHORT STORIES
Although I am dressed in the smartest and newest clothes I can afford, or at least what my poor plastic will allow, I feel shabbily dressed in here. Whenever I am in Paris, no matter
“Dispatch says to get there fast, Mason.” Dorling flicked the siren/lights switch as her partner gunned the engine to full revs, dropped the clutch and set the tires screaming in protest. The patrol car screamed across the pavement as it arrowed