Carey lives in a trailer park about a mile down the road from Mistress Esmiralda's property. On this evening, I sit cross legged on the floor before her, one exquisitely tanned right leg around my neck, and the sour toes of her left foot wriggling in my mouth, my tongue dancing from cleavage to cleavage. Her trailer is old, but she keeps it spotlessly clean,...
As close as Carey and I had been before she lent me her husband Mike for sex we became so much closer afterwards. We became total confidants, bosom buddies, and real mates. We chatted on the phone every day and told each other everything. We text and e-mailed each other and met as often as we could. Strangely, in some ways though, despite what we'd done to e...
For as long as I can remember, I have had a profound fetish for women's feet. In years gone by, I spent many holidays abroad stealing glances at women's feet wrapped in sandals and flip flops. On nights out with friends, I would admire the shapely feet of women wearing sexy heels on the dance floor and at the bar. In my most passionate fantasies I imagine my...
It was in the June, some six months or so after my husband of thirteen years and I had parted. Well actually I had kicked him out after finding out for the third time he’d been cheating on me. I’d been devastated. I had thought that, despite the earlier disappointments when I’d found out about his playing away, that we’d overcome those problems That we’d now...
This is a sequel to What Happens Here, Stays Here. However, it can also be read as a stand alone story. What Happens Here, Stays Here is a college sex romp, if that if not your type of story I suggest just reading Life Doesn't Go as Planned. February 2006 John Baxter I don't think I am love in with Carey. The friends with benefits relationship we had f...
I awoke the next morning with a major headache. I tumbled into the bath, ran my fingers through my hair, splashed water on my face, and found some Tylenol. There was no glass and I needed something to drink to take the pills. Carey was still asleep and I couldn't hear anything downstairs. I pulled my shirt over my head and peeked out. No one. Well, I thought...
This is my first writing but not our first happening. The stories are true but the names have been changed. Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. Thanks a million to HotScribe2 for looking over my story and help with the editing!! ***** The story is about a guy named Jim, his fiancée named Carey and their friend Ace. Jim is 6' 1", slender with lo...
Carey Mulligan didn't think of herself as much of a sex symbol, seen very much as the nice girl of Hollywood by fans and the press. Of course there was a lot that neither the fans nor the press know about her personal life. Frequently indulging in one night stands with willing young men, the English accent worked wonders on hot guys. Her and Stagehand Johnny...
After the children left home and went to university, my life disintegrated, well at least my marriage did. Without them the sheer loneliness and boredom of a financially secure relationship began to haunt me. It didn't seem worthwhile being with a man who travelled endlessly on business and worked the most horrendous hours in his pursuit of a partnership wit...
PERHAPS YOU WONDER why some people came to marry a noticeably older partner and suspect there could be quite a story behind that lopsided union. Well here's one such story... - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER 1 Yawning and pulling her wrap over her nude body before going into her adult son's room, Amelia Grant burst in without knocking and gasped. She'd expected...