Remember Rear Window, the old Alfred Hitchcock movie? Jimmy Stewart was stuck in his Manhattan apartment with a broken leg, and observed love, angst, creativity, and even murder through his, yes, rear window. I mostly saw sex through mine. I was still a bit new in NYC in the early '80s. Had a 5th floor walk-up in a slummy building. It was a classic illega...
It was the day before Thanksgiving and all she could think about was him and his cock. She was cock-sick, it had been weeks since she had seen it. Touched it. Felt it. She remembered the way he touched her, his smell - that intoxicating brew of sex chemicals. Just being around him aroused her, and she pictured him touching her nipples in passing. She kept...
Hey Leute, ich bin Cameron, eine 28 jährige Highschoollehrerin, mit schulterlangen, naturgelockten schwarzen Haaren und ebensolchen Augen, bildhübsch, mit kleinem, festen Busen, Wespentaille, unendlich langen, schlanken Beinen und einem knackigen, festen Po. Bei 1,78 Größe wiege ich 62 kg und meine Pussy ist rasiert. Ich bin seit 6 Jahren mit meinem lieben M...
Mein Name ist Nina. Ich bin 28 Jahre alt, habe kurze blonde Haare und trage eine neckische Brille. Meine Figur ist wie soll ich sagen ganz normal. Aber dies einfach einmal zu meiner Person. Meine Geschichte beginnt an einem Freitag im Sommer des letzten Jahres. Mein Chef kam zu mir und teilte mir mit dass es auf meiner Tour einen zusätzlichen Kunden gab. Ich...
Leere, eine Leere deren Ursache ich nicht kenne! Aber eigentlich habe ich alles, was ein Junger Mann wie ich zum glücklich werden brauch. Ein großes Haus mit Pool, Fitnessraum, Heimkino und sogar einer eigenen Bar mit Barkeeper im Wohnzimmer. Aber woher kommt dann diese Leere in mir? Am Geld kann es nicht liegen... da habe ich genug von meinen Eltern geerbt....
Es begann am Ende unseres letzten Jahres in der High School. Wir waren zwei Mädchen, die gerade 18 geworden sind und so stolz darauf, erwachsen zu sein (ohne alle Folgen dieses Begriffs zu verstehen), und wir stehen vor dem Eintritt ins College. Wir waren zwei naive weiße Mädchen, die in sicheren Vorstadtvierteln, in gut situierten Häusern aufwuchsen. Wir ha...
Petite me returns to bed after her sleepy A.M. trip to the bathroom. She turns the corner with her shoulder and tip-toes closer to the lumbering body she loves and adores. Pleasant thoughts converge when she pulls back the covers exposing his flaccid cock and balls. They lie resting in the morning light, limp like the rest of his body. With wonder, she brief...
Picture the scene. You are lying in your bed on Sunday morning, enjoying the afterglow of the morning's lovemaking with your husband. He showers, dresses and runs some errands for you, as you linger in bed, daydreaming of me. Your fingers stray to your sensitive nipples. From time to time, you lubricate your digits in the semen which is still trickling from...
Mitch reached down, picking up his tee shirt to clean the mess he had just made while fantasizing about Jess. There was something about her that just would never leave his heart. He never was good at letting women know of his true feelings and now he had only six days with which to convince her they could have a life together. Mitch knew it would not be an e...
I tried to keep the inflection out of my voice as I said goodbye, but he caught it anyway. Something about my tone or my expression, body language—whatever. My composure amazed me as I watched my stoic self from a distant emotional perch. I promised that self, that hurt and angry woman, ample time to deal with the raw feelings later. Alone. At that moment, I...