An Introduction into my sexual adventures The following is a true account of my life. I write this so that others who have the same sexual desires that I do might enjoy them and let other women out there now that if you put your mind to it, you can do anything. You don't have to be a Barbie model. "Sexy is an attitude not a look." You see I am a soccer mom...
"I'm not sucking your dick!" the hot redhead wearing the warbonnet screamed at the president of I Felta Thi. "Well, I'm not giving you a ride home then, you snotty cock-teasing bitch," he snapped. "There are plenty of other chicks here who will blow me and say, 'Thank you, sir, for giving me the opportunity.' You can walk home for all I care." The girl lef...
Hello. My name is Timothy. I am a sexual addict. I am engaging in my fourth step in recovery: A searching and fearless moral inventory of myself. Over the next three years, I found a place of my own. I had a new rule in my life. No more scumbag roommates. I still had a shit retail job but it paid enough to live in my simple apartment. I frequented local st...
Based upon the dreams, imagination, and fantasies of two lovers kept apart by the real world but united in eternity. Anonymous Author Chapter I – The Meeting of the Minds The spring of 1999 was no different that any other spring that had come and gone and graced the world in the past thousands of years. People were born and died, the temperatures slowly w...
My red dress looked smashing on my chocolate coloured body. I pinned my curly long hair up and applied just a bit of fiery red hot lipstick to my lips. I love the way the colour red added a golden tone to my ebony body. My breasts are full as well as my ass. I prided myself on having a nice ass and tits. My narrow waist line only made my hour glass figured d...
I've got to stop. I'm breathing so hard, I think I'm going to have a heart attack. I'm hoping a few minutes of breathing space, will let me figure this out. I've never seen anything like what I've just seen, heard, or felt. I feel a small part of me has lived, and died all within the span of a few short hours. I've seen things that no one should see, and fel...
Chapter 13 Hit-and-RunOn Monday Shane was twenty minutes late for their 9 a.m. meeting in the conference room. "She just texted me, she's on her way," Lauren told Carmen as she came in and sat down. "She must have had a romantic, candlelit evening," Carmen said, taking the lid off her paper cup of coffee and offering Lauren a donut from the bag she'd broug...
Back in 1969 Butch Oliver was a 52 year old ex-Marine who was a contradiction to the old saying, "you can't judge a book by its cover" because the grizzled trucker was usually every bit as cold and unforgiving as he looked. His former wife would have testified to that but not to his face, because while Butch wasn't violent he was a mean man who could wither...
"Damn, Shit, Fuck!" I yelled, banging my hands on the steering wheel. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I screamed, shaking my head from side to side, my long hair flailing. My car had just slid off the icy road into a ditch and it was getting dark. "Now, what?" I muttered to myself, realizing there was no way I could back my car out. I was stuck. I sat back thinking,...
It was a Sunday lunchtime in early June when Millie decided it was time to make her big announcement, but as it was Millie, it had to be done in her own inimitable fashion. I wasn't working that lunchtime; normally I always did the Sunday lunchtime shift. But for some reason that day I was playing darts with Philip, Barry (Jean's husband) and John. Some hol...