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One Friday I was told that two men had requested me to go for a car ride in the hotel’s very large Rolls Royce. I was told who the men were, I had seen them at breakfast. They were both in their thirties, average build, short hair, and quite good looking. Naturally I agreed. I
My wife Erin is a mid-forties MILF. She’s 5’8″, 130 lbs, red and white hair and very nice perky C-cup tits along with a sexual appetite that one expects from a sexually wild ginger.Erin had 2 children before we met, a son and a daughter. We’ve now been together for over 20 years, so those
Keith was the doctor who had performed my vasectomy. I was 29 years old. At that age, he wanted to satisfy himself that I had considered it carefully. At the time he questioned me, and eventually we became close acquaintances. Keith would have seen my penis after I had my injection to put me to
The man looked at his tablet and smiled.”All set, Doctor White,” his young, voluptuous assistant said as she walked in his office. “Shall I give the go ahead?”Doctor Henry White looked up at his tall, sexy aide and answered, “Do you think we should, Amy?”He didn’t care what she said. He would have her give
My name is David. I am 24 years old, 6ft tall, blue eyes, very athletic figure. I had moved out of my parents house about 2 years ago, and was now living in an apartment with my girlfriend. Everything was great, except for the fact that my sex life was, well, to put it politely
Connie Dion was a forty-two year old beautiful French-Canadian woman. She was 5’10, long dark hair with deep brown eyes. She was naturally gifted with a firm set of 36C’s and long legs some said were the most beautiful ever seen.She was a very successful stockbroker on Wall Street. A reputation of being a smart
This is part 3 of “The Party” story. As with my previous stories, this is based on my real life experiences with a touch of fantasy thrown in. Thank you for reading and please, I enjoy and appreciate your comments and feedback either after the story or via email.Jon’s hand, firmly on my left upper
Hey! I’m aDude1999, and this is the continuation of my series “Horny Henry” If motivation continues i plan on making this a lengthy series where we branch off into Taboo, Exhibitionist, Trans/Femboy/Gay and build up a Harem for our beloved Henry :)I read every comment, and appreciate them all, Thank you all for reading and
Author’s Note: Thanks to LizHaze once again for the editing, and she’s even got a story of her own now! Maybe check it out?****I kind of liked summer. Sure it meant living at home instead of away at university, as well as feeling like a bit of a failure for once again not having a
I’ve noticed him all evening, his long fingers wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle, his honey blond hair falling into his pale blue eyes. We’re at a party, this boy and I, and I take a long sip of my beer then lean over and whisper in my best friend Marcia’s ear, “Is
Sometimes there are “fringe benefits” to a job that you never even think of. Like the time Alicia’s mom asked me to paint their kitchen one weekend for $3 an hour or $25, whichever was less. I thought it would be a nice diversion to watch Alicia while I worked–a lot less boring than doing
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18.——————————————It seemed like a good idea at the time, it really did. But then, bad ideas often do.In his thirty-three years on this planet, she was the sexiest thing Job Silverstein had ever seen.The first thing to catch his eye was the blood red dress, sequins sparkling like
BOOK ONE”To Serve and Protect,” Chapter 1by c.w. cobblestoneThe steel blade poked Ken’s Adam’s apple. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to swallow.”Your money, motherfucker.” The gruff voice wasn’t joking.With shaky fingers, Ken fished his billfold from his pocket and handed it over. The knife lifted from his neck. The victim kept his
[Author’s Note: For those who enjoy this tale of David and his Mom, I apologize. Those who follow me know I tend to have many storylines going at any one time and this one kind of got lost in the stack. This is surprising to me since this is the most autobiographical of all of
Dawn arrived at the motel with Nancy already wet in anticipation of the fun to come. It was their lunch hour and Nancy, who had been wanting Dawn for sometime was also anxious to start sucking on her nipples and licking her pussy. They entered the room and to Nancy’s surprise there was already someone
Kay was quite looking forward to the weekend of work that was lined up. It was a nice straightforward job working with a group of students, some of whom she had worked with previously, others who were new to the team, but she was confident that they would all be of a similar mindset as
Mistress led us out of the hall way into a reception room. Like the hallway, this was decorated in a very ornate, victorian, style, with heavy drapes on the windows, and low lighting, giving an ominous air. She brought us to a halt next to a dark wood table, on which stood an exquisite statuette
My wife Sonja had set up a playdate at our house for this Saturday with Greg and Michelle another couple we have an ongoing relationship. I always let the ladies work out all the details for these intimate swap sessions.This was the third time we had gotten together. It had been over a month since
— CAMPGROUNDS –The breeze hit me, and I was reminded how weird it was to just walk outside with your dick out. Luckily being surrounded by family – who were also naked – made it easier. Looks like the other families are already out, I see some sitting at tables and others gathering around the
I will wait a little longer. The sky is dark. The seas are dimly lit and I wonder if there are Martians underneath my bed, waiting, just for me. There is nothing surface in my life. I fall through floors and chairs and skies and miles and country roads and coffee pots and dishware and