I hope Celeste likes flour apron outfit that I am wearing. Knock, knock, It must be Celeste at the front door. I told her to just enter, oh the door just opened and she closed it, as she thought, as she looked up form what she was cooking, smiling warmly at Celeste as she came into the kitchen. She set down her spatula and they hugged and kissed each other....
First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I'm . . . older. Don't ask my age, it's impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know. The good thing is I've never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the peopl...
Through a strange chain of events, I had met an amazing young lady that changed my life. But that's another story (Straight Invaded pt. 4). This story begins when My wife Andrea had returned from a 2-week vacation with my in-laws, which was apparently 10 days too long. I was unable to go due to a work emergency which did not help. My 17-year-old daughter,...
As I lay masturbating in my bed, I choked off a sob of frustration. I had sworn I wouldn't torture myself this way any longer. But every night, I would see images of Cindy: her long blond hair tumbling down over her shoulders as she undressed. Her white undergarments from Sears (so I imagined) straining at the seams until she freed her flesh, just slightly c...
Chapter 12 The Two Kates Anne was alone in her room sitting at her desk in front of the computer. She began the evening by sitting down to start her art history essay, but became bored and began surfing the net. She eventually came across a porn site which almost instantly put her in a horny mood, so she decided to enter a chat room and see how that mood w...
"Just like that?" Jill asked incredulously. "Pretty much so, yeah," the blonde responded. "Depends on the woman of course," the brunette added. "And on how much she's had to drink," the small redhead behind the camera added with a smile. Jill took a swallow of her drink. She was sitting at her usual table at Natalie's Place. She'd been a regular ever sin...
A/N: Happy New Year My loves!!!! I hope you all had great holiday's and will stick to half of the resolutions you made. :-) A few things to tell you guys, if you haven't checked my bio page, I posted an update saying that I have revised all of the previous chapters. I encourage you all to read the revised chapters if you have the chance because they introduc...
Betsy and I met Jeanne at the train station on Friday afternoon. This would give us the weekend together, before I had to go back to school, and Betsy to work. She looked as ravishing as when we had last seen her. We all kissed decorously and hugged in the train station. We took her to our flat and she liked it at once. We helped her settle in into the spa...
Summary: White woman submits to a dominant black woman at crash pad. Note: This is dedicated to the REAL David and the REAL Erin who this story is about...which is a "based on real events" type of story. Thanks to: MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for their editing of all my stories. ***** The past few days had been a whirlwind that ended up with me in Mi...
Liz wakes up bright and early on Saturday morning. Well, 9AM. As early as a college girl who stayed up late would hope to wake up. She stretches and yawns in her cute baby doll nightie, with her bare pussy peeking out from underneath. She does her morning routine, freshens, up, puts on a pot of coffee, and sits at her kitchen table, playing on her phone whi...