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I blamed the wine for loosening my tongue, for making me confess one of my deepest unfulfilled desires.I also blamed Riley for sitting so close to me on the couch, his hand occasionally grazing my knee as we chatted that evening. Every time he touched me, I wanted more. Physical contact with him was like
Note: All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.Pulling up to my high school, my mom puts the car in park. I unbuckle my seatbelt and steal a quick glance at her cleavage before looking up at her smiling face. We lean towards each other and exchange pecks on the cheek. Mine, as
“Jan you are 31 and you are telling me you have never had an orgasm. What have you tried to put it right?””We have tried so hard. My husband is not the most adventurous but we have tried every position we can think of. I have persuaded him that it is okay for him or
Florence knew she shouldn’t be doing it, at least she was fairly sure she shouldn’t. She couldn’t quite be sure that the parcel was addressed to her the name was slightly obscured by a smear of ink, it could have been for either of her sisters, Maxine and Beatrix. Opening the parcel Florence screamed.”Wow, where’s
I sat there stunned. Starring at the frozen screen. My niece, cradled in my mom’s arms.I looked down at the mess my orgasm had caused.”FUCK”! This time it was an expression of irritation, not shock.I stood up, still holding my deflating dick in my hand. I reached down pulling my jeans and underwear just above
Weekends with my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Wayne were fast becoming the highlight of my college years. I was becoming very addicted to the sex I was experiencing at their home. I found myself increasingly eager for the week to be over so I could stay with them.Sometimes I would be thinking of them and
All characters are over eighteen years old.DELIVERYThe rain outside had been falling all that day. It was a misty, free-falling type that seemed more annoying than useful. The sun only broke through the clouds for seconds at a time. Catherine’s plans for home and yard cleaning while her husband was at work were put on
Adrianna was a pretty conservative girl. She attended church every Sunday and was an honors student in her Catholic High School. She was a very athletic, captaining the soccer, volleyball and basketball teams, in this her final year. She was someone that everyone looked up to. She was that 18 year old all-American girl. Even
Agent Smith chronicles-she gets more than she bargained for.Agent Natasha Smith had been with the bureau for six years now. She always aspired to be part of the National Investigative Bureau, and when she finally got the job, she invested her whole self into it. Over the last two or three years, it had become
After tossing her long blond hair over her shoulders, and then positioning her sunglasses over her eyes to cut the intense glare, Becky lay back comfortably on her beach towel.It was the end of August, and although the late-afternoon sun was still warm and bright, the beach was sparsely populated. Becky had one week of
Stacy and Leigh were treating themselves to a night out at a fancy restaurant. It was everything the reviews said it would be. Succulent food accompanied by fantastic wine. The atmosphere was to die for, and the staff were extremely professional.The meal progressed through the courses and Stacy took intense pleasure in teasing Leigh. She
Lisa and Brad met online about a year ago. The two had immediately liked each other and soon discovered that they shared many of the same desires. Although Lisa was still a virgin, she had always been very interested in sex and knew exactly what she wanted to try and how she wanted to try
She was dressed and ready to enjoy her family when they returned. He was on the beach watching the sun sink on the western horizon after a couple of bumps on a bowl. It kept him ‘chill’ as the younger folks might say, plus it dulled the aches and pains he’d collected over the years.
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Jake sat at the kitchen table in the empty house head buried in his current project, a love letter to his girl in another state. They had met online in a chat room on a quiet Saturday night and chatted for 4 hours that night about various thing and by the end passing back and
We take our places, I in my chair, she in the practiced pose: feet neatly tucked under her bum, hands on top of each thigh. Such delightful elegance in the curve of her upright back, the graceful arch from her bare shoulder, interrupted only by the strap of her lacy bra, along her neck up
Chapter FourJonas looked at his bedside clock. 12:13 A.M.Damn, just clear your mind…try to think of nothing,he told himself. But he couldn’t stop the events of the evening from randomly welling up.Nikki coming on to him — Nikki’s leg and bottom — Nikki admitting to group sex, swinging like he was interested in doing —
It was simple, he thought as he started to stroke, his throbbing pulsing shaft gripped in his hand. His lubed cock slick, as he breathes slowly, deeply, letting that simple thought sink into his mind. He is her toy.And tonight, he was to cum. Simple. Collect it and keep it safe for tomorrow. He was
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!Dragon’s Blood Chapter 1″Hey… young man … ack… ack… I have here the last bottle…” The old, feeble peddler broke into a fit of coughing. I stopped on the weedy side of the road and waited for him to finish his pitch. He was
All characters in the story are above the age of eighteen.It was a Sunday afternoon and I was hoping for a couple of quiet hours in the backyard. On that happy spot you are protected both from the noisiness of the street and the nosiness of the neighbors. I folded out my resting chair, one