I'm an educated woman... an MBA student... well travelled, good upbringing. So what is it that makes me wink when I see a dust-covered construction worker checking out my legs as he crosses the street? The backlash of all of this civility is a craving for the return to animal instincts. Sometimes it's just a wink and a fantasy. Other times, I just can't seem...
You sit quietly, listening only part of the time the conversation around you. You look around at those sitting around the table. Anne catches your eye, seeming sympathetic to the boredom she must sense in your expression. You cross your legs and smile back, looking down at your hand running across the napkin in your lap. He seems intensely interested in th...
Being a bachelor is great, right? You can do what you want, come and go as you please, with no one to answer to. There's a side to living the single life that a lot of guys don't like to talk about however. If you're not the type of brotha who's a playboy, with hot, nympho supermodels coming in and out at all hours of the night, if the majority of your sex c...
(This story is a continuation of "Lisa's Jeans Ch.01," and will make a semblance of sense if you read that one first. Enjoy!) * When I awoke, I was alone. The lights were still on and there was a pillow under my head. A couple of slow deep breaths helped to clear my sight. I was laying on the floor, pants open, my deflated prick flopped over to one side....
She stands looking out over the emptiness that surrounds the cabin. Mile upon mile of it, stretching off into the distance in all directions. But this is her home, the one she had made with her husband Isaac and which they share with her sons, the much-loved product of her twelve year union with the farmer from Minnesota who uprooted her for her comfortable...
The week I turned 18, I got a job at a local restaurant. Just your average burger joint. The waitress outfits were a bit too small, and the busts too revealing, but that was the way the patrons liked it. It was on my birthday that I was called into work by my boss, Jon. Jon was the type of man that demanded respect. He was almost 43, tall, about 6'1, with b...
***Disclaimer: This story may offend some. Please do not read it if you are likely to take issue with Catholic priests having sex, I beg you. Also, please know that I respect faith and the diligence and devotion that a believer must have.*** She had come to pray. That was all. Now she was on her knees, gagging on Father O'Reilly's cock. It was so thick. W...
Maria's point of view... Over the last several months, my marriage to Tony had hit a pothole. I'd been overstressed at work, traveling a lot, no time to exercise and I admit that I ate my stress. I was eating ice cream every night, to go along with at least 3 glasses of wine. A few nights a week, I'd wake up at 2:00 on the couch and drag myself to bed. I pu...
I awoke in my hotel room on an important business trip to the smell of cigarette smoke in the air and my head being held against the chest of my buxom, beautiful employee Dani. I turned my head to look in her eyes and she slid down next to me. "Hello, sleepy head," she grinned and our lips met in a morning kiss. Her mouth tasted of smoked and cum and we ki...
Sean and Becky fastened their seat belts and got on the road, headed toward their first encounter with another couple in "the lifestyle." They had been discussing this possibility for some time, and now it was finally going to become a reality. Becky felt a hint of nervous energy as she looked over to her husband behind the wheel. "How are you feeling?" sh...