My father had got used to the idea: his daughter (that is, me), had REALLY "that" problem. But he was keeping acting with me the same way as before. As if I was always his little child. Bearing in mind the fact that I was not a child anymore. When I was really a little child there was my mother with us. And my father loved her, the same way as he loved me...
Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. I was past closing time, but she knew there was a party out back, because people didn't want to stop drinking just because the liquor laws said otherwise, and there was good money to be made in catering to that impulse. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the v...
I reached down and pulled Annette up to me. Her body slid between my thighs as she pushed and I pulled. Her small breasts settled into the pillow of my larger breasts. I kissed her lightly on the lips; more of a peck than a kiss. She pulled away and looked down at our breasts touching. "I still love your breasts. They feel so good against mine," she cooed. S...
Jessica's head was trapped between the other woman's legs, her mouth pressed against her opponent's pussy. Her nose was free, so she could at least breathe, but that also meant that all she could smell was this slightly salty, slightly musky smell of a turned-on woman. The smell would be probably enough to have her ready to go by itself, but now it was only...
Hello again readers. I've been quite busy, but I've spent my little free time typing up stories. I've noticed that some of the stories in the site are about sex, sex, sex, and, oh, more sex. I know most people here seek these kinds of stories, but there are people like me who thinks everything is not necessarily about sex. Sure, I realized that this is a Les...
It had been one long day. My best friend Annette and I had gone to the beach to watch our friends Mike and John surf. The sun came up hot and the wind was blowing an offshore breeze. John was one of the hottest local surfers and Mike was his cousin from Oceanside. Annette and I spent all day at the beach watching Mike, John and several other surfers on The W...
The following is a continuance of a story I posted a little while ago. It might stand up on its own but will make much more sense if you read the first two parts, I hope you like it...Best wishes CC. One Saturday evening Kate and I were in the cinema. The film was dreadful, not what we were expecting. Kate was restless and playful; reaching across for popco...
When the girls returned from the mall, laden with shopping bags and chattering happily, they were surprised to find Susan and Leslie huddled naked on the couch looking somber; eyes red rimmed from crying. "What's wrong Mom?" Brittany said, dripping her bags and rushing to her side, "What happened?" "Your father found Leslie and me in bed," Susan said with...
Purely by coincidence, Professor Amanda Bell met one of her Literature students on the mat during a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class for beginners. During the past 10 years, she taught students in a university setting; now she was actually about to grapple with one. Her usual academic attire was typically a dowdy skirt and blouse combination. Now she was currently...
"But you're not even a mother!" I almost shouted I was speaking as if I had a mouth full of peanut butter, as I had been caught so off guard by her statement that I had started speaking with my mouth still full of salad. Maureen just laughed at me. "I guess that's just the name the league started with... you don't actually have to be a mother to join. The...