This letter appeared in the "Buxom Beauties" magazine on June 9, 1996: Dear Editor, Hi! My name is Courtney. I had the most breathtaking experience with an older woman earlier this year. And, as a lover of busty ladies and a faithful reader of your magazine, I just had to write and tell your readers all about it! First, let me tell you all just a little b...
A few days later, the slut in her won over the demure spiritual Vijaya and she called Kamesh – he was waiting and the next thing – well, the elevator stopped at the fourth floor. Kamesh's floor, Vijaya was excited and the heart beat was beyond limits, it was several days after the evening she and Ajay had spent with Kamesh watching those dirty tapes. She h...
One of my lady friends is a big fan of country music. She doesn't like her given name so she goes by the name "Country", and all her friends, including I, call her that. Country is not an exhibitionist, as the term is usually understood. She does not sit in a window seat in a restaurant, playing with herself so people going by can see her, nor does she go o...
It was your typical Saturday afternoon at the comfortable loft where Donna Travers called home, with the successful young businesswoman enjoying her weekend by donning the khaki capri-pants and white artists's smock that she liked wearing while sketching her favorite young female model. That beautiful model, her blonde hair today in a stylish ponytail, was...
Jennie, her blue eyes crinkled as she smiled out into a sea of apprehensive little faces. She knew how her ninth grade class hated 'pop quizzes. "Everyone, take a copy of the test, then pass the others back." A collective groan could be heard throughout the room "Okay," you have 20 minutes to complete the Quiz. You can start now." 'Ah,' she thought to hers...
'Certain people are afraid of freedom because freedom means responsibility,' so say the wise. Lily had always been putty in the hands of her rich parents who did everything possible to cushion her life. They took all the critical decisions for her. Thus at twenty three she emerged from the college with a master's degree in economics. Then the next inevitable...
She was asleep in my bed. This was not the first sleep-over we'd had, but it was the first where I'd finally gotten what I wanted... gotten a taste. She was wearing my clothes. A grey tank top and blue shorts. I was a curvy size Large, she a svelte Small; my clothes fit loosely on her tiny frame, revealing her silky black bra. I couldn't help but focus on...
It's a beautiful Summer day. We are just strolling along the beach, basking in the radiant warmth of the sun, feeling the cool ocean breezes on our skin as we walk, watching the waves crash into the shore. It is a calm and relaxing day as we stroll along the beach, enjoying each other's company. We come to a little cove, an inlet, where the waves are poolin...
I get out of my car, straighten my short black dress and smooth down my hair. I start walking to her door, the cool night air making my nipples hard. It also makes my pussy wet, because I am wearing no panties and the cool air feels refreshing, breezing up my dress. I reach Ashley's door and ring the doorbell. In a few seconds she opens the door with a huge...
The first shot was of Sophie, sleeping alone in a big bed. Then the camera cut to a view of outside the house, where two burglars were jimmying a window. They were wearing hoods but were clearly female, because they had on black, form-fitting catsuits like the one Catherine Zeta-Jones wore in Entrapment. After they had gotten the window open and crawled insi...