Chapter 1 – New Beginnings "Good morning! Hey Randalf, where you dreaming about naked women again?" "Wow, Sandra! Why are you walking around like that?" "Like what? You're my big brother!" "Whatever! I'm still a guy. Just put some clothes on already!" "Get over it! All I'm trying to do is cheer up my sad, lonely, celibate big brother. Don't you feel luc...
In my first story, I told how my passion for women's body hair and in particular the female armpit went from fantasy to reality. While my relationship with Carol was only a summer fling for her, my first time with a woman was responsible for me getting together with her kid sister. Becky Sue was no kid, to be sure. At 18 she was all woman, and the day she w...
Five men were not enough though more than 15 minutes had passed she was screaming for more men. Tow more tall guys walked towards her. One of them pushed his prick into the sweaty hair in her right armpit while the other pushed into her left armpit. Slowly they pushed into her unshaven armpits. Her armpit hair was matted with sweat and acted like a suction a...
The next day I made a call to the Jones residence. I spoke to Jane and briefly introduced myself as an attorney and would be grateful if she could spare a few minutes to meet me at my law chambers. I gave her the address and set up an appointment for the afternoon. I cleared my desk and showered and shaved and waited. I asked Rahul my Indian assistant to sta...
Not for noting I am known as”Haircules”. I have a fetish for hairy women and my cock is unbelievably large. When I was younger I used to get strange looks from older men in the changing room mainly when they saw the size of my penis. I do recall that I had a nanny and boy was she hairy. Thick bunches of hair in her underarms and loads of hair on her pubic mo...
It was casual Friday at the office. While I wore my usual shorts and T-shirt, the very attractive young black woman who works with me wore a sleeveless dress. We work together every day, so she knows some of my quirks and said she hoped I wouldn't be too distracted by her attire. Sleeveless dresses on women aren't distracting, but when the woman sports a n...
The minute I turned eighteen, I was out of there. My birthday consisted of a shitty supermarket cake and a drunken rant from my liquored-up dad. Happy fucking birthday, Sam. But finally I'd done my time, and my birthday turned the page into a new chapter of my life. A chapter full of freedom, when I could break free from my fucked up family and reinvent my...
I was jerked back into the present as the voluptuous Silvia continued to cock tease me. Papa called me and told me that at the end of the function I was to drive Silvia and her sister Athena back to their mansion overlooking the Mediterranean. A tall stud Frederico who was a capo of the Croce family also got into the car. The girls were a little drunk and At...
Coming back to Italy was always emotional for me. Though I had been living in Los Angeles for more than 25 years every visit home was a sentimental journey. I always remembered my not so fortunate days as a struggling teenager caught in the web of casting couch and the entrapments of wealth and fortune. It was not easy but at least I found a way through and...
Readers please note... This story contains elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism and the main characters are a middle-aged woman who keeps her body in a mostly natural state and a much younger guy whose tastes run toward exactly that type of woman. *** The date was July 14, 1971 and it was just around noon when I walked down Exchange Street after stoppin...