Blonde, blue-eyed Jessica Lambert was in her mid-twenties and married to a man ten years her senior. He made a good salary, had no bad habits, and was faithful. Perhaps she should have been the happiest woman in Poplar Point, and in ways she was.
By CactusJohn and Dibajui
Catherine slowly removed her blouse, revealing her supple breasts, luring John in for the kill. Holding himself back, he starts to remove her skirt, followed by her soaking wet panties. “I want you… NOW” Catherine s
“Well, there you are, Missus Johnson, your new bed. Wanta lie down on it and test it out before we leave? Make sure it’s the one you ordered?”
Glenda glanced from one burly deliveryman to the other. They were standing on opposite side
I smell coffee. I sit up. “Good morning, sweetheart!”, says Cheryl. She’s got my robe on and looks great. She leans over, handing me the hot cup she’s brought in. I set it on the nightstand, it’s too hot to drink – - besides, when she handed it
Elizabeth is having a bitch of a day. Literally. There is such a bunch of bitches in her office that she is about to quit. Fuck the job! She might even leave town. Fuck LA! Fuck the whole fucking world!
This state of mind brings her to Be
Here it was, middle of January and the snow and cold was as bad as ever. I had found a sitter for my child because my husband was out of town for a business trip and I needed to get out for a night. I traveled down to the lil’ tavern that I love
I awaken before you and manage to slip from under your strong arms. I decide to start our bath. The bathroom has a wonderfully large Jacuzzi tub just waiting to be filled. I pull out some of the oils I brought with me and decide which one to use.
“Uh…Miz Preston, you wanted to see me?”
You look up from your desk, all sleek and businesslike, with your dark hair pulled back and heavy reading glasses perched on your nose. Your violet eyes regard me above your glasses, and you do no
It was summer in Australia and had been a long night of clubbing. My friends and I had stumble across this new dance club so we decided to head in. The club was packed! Scantly clad girls danced everywhere. I didn’t know where to look first. Everyo
I walk into the bar where we decided to meet, and I scan the crowded room, looking for Scott. After a few moments, I find him, beer in hand, at the bar. I greet him, and comment on how crowded it is. He says he knows a place that will be a little
It was late. Cheryl (my wife) and Mary (our next-door neighbor) had been out most of the evening. Mary’s husband was away on business and I’d volunteered to watch her son for the evening. Cheryl and I thought she could use a little cheering up.<br
As soon as we enter my hotel room, we embrace. You are older and that’s the way I like it because I learned about life from a teacher and a middle-aged aunt. Ever since, I have preferred older ladies. Not that you are old at all. Early forties,
“Wait, did I hear you right,” I exclaimed, a little incredulous that he could go again so soon.
“Yeah, I mean no offense to Peaches or anything, but I never thought it could be like this,” he said pulling back to stare down at where we
I am 21 and have had a crush on my best friend Billy’s mother since I was 16. Her name is Laura and she divorced Billy’s dad two years ago. She is not a classic beauty; she is 5ft,4in. tall, short brown hair, very full bust ( a D cup),a little overwe
“C’mon baby, please?” I tried in vain one more time to get him to come to work and bang my brains out on the conference table. Sheesh! For a pervert, the man sure could have his prude moments! I’d already assured him a thousand times that
The two lovers were enveloped in the cloak of darkness with barely a lightening blur of blue in the navy horizon. She strokes her fingers over the hard bulge tenting his swimming trunks. She’s in her twenties and him, barely
All week long I had relived that spanking and screwing in my mind. It kept me hot and horny thinking about it. It was surprising and outrageous and not only against all of the rules, but I would have thought against his nature as well. Surprise, s
It has been several days since my encounter with Scott. Part of me feels guilty for what happened between us, but another, stornger part of me feels exhilerated and revived by having been with him. He had finally told me he loved me. Now, whether
It is late afternoon. I am home alone, bored and wishing there were something interesting to do. I hear my cell phone ringing in my backpack, so I reach for it. Not recognizing the number, I answer, curious as to who has my number. As soon as