Marisol Ryan is at it again. The gal just can't seem to keep sex off her brain. This five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned Irishwoman is a sexual dynamo. Currently, she's lying in bed, fingering herself while watching her boyfriend Hector Brown as he slept in their bed. He had come late, and she hadn't known where he was. She'd been...
It all started at the local bar; I was pissed at my sister because she had ditched me for a guy, so I went to see the local band alone. The band was all right but I kept noticing this really cute blond guy who was playing pool. Well soon enough after a few shared looks he came over and introduced himself to me, "My name is Steve and yours is?" I replied Ros...
I had just got off the 4 train and 125th when I saw this nice ass standing in front of me on the platform. She was leaning against one of the many columns. Just above her low rider denim jeans was exposed hip and back skin-- there was a tattoo that was only partially visible. Above that was a tight short tee that left little to the imagination. I went and s...
The four of us had stayed at the bar, drinking and flirting long after the others had gone. Our engineering firm had taken one of our managers who was transferring to another location out to get him appropriately hammered as a nice farewell. Also as a lovely and thoughtful going-way present, Gina, the big-breasted, black-haired receptionist, had given him a...
Wearing my shorter black skirt and scooped neck black and white top I was waiting for the worker bees at the car wash do their thing. I was sitting on an outside bench in the warm sunlight I was both playing with my phone and unpicking some tags off a top that I had just purchased at Macy's. The top was great but the more I looked at it, it was perhaps a bit...
[Note: Based on some actual events. Careful with NSA sex, reality is different than fantasy.] *** I just started getting back to the gym, working out again after a knee injury from running. As a runner, I just hit the gym for some light weights and cardio and was surprised at how many of the guys there were really into working out to become pumped up, pec'...
She was sitting at a small table in the dark, loud, smoky bar that she had shyly walked into. Nursing a glass of Pepsi, she looked around through her eyelashes, wondering if the person she was supposed to meet was there. No one was walking toward her though. So she just sat there, both hands wrapped around her glass, back stiff, not making eye contact with a...
She sat in the room...waiting. Waiting for hours now, sitting at the edge of the bed wondering when He'd come in. She had come home from work to see him sitting on a chair in front of the door, that look in his eyes. "Go sit on the bed and wait for me, now." She had, and still she waited. Sitting on the edge of the bed wondering....hoping...heart racing....
When I met Tammy she had two kids, Cindy, fourteen and Thomas, five. Tammy was married to Thomas' father, John. They'd been together for six years. I have no idea how they made it that long. She despised the guy, hated him from the very start. She got together with him on account of his dick. Apparently, the guy was hung like a regular horse. And he had mone...
It began over twenty years ago. Pat was a bit older than me at 45. My name is Ian. Like so many affairs it grew out of two people seeking more than shallow husbands or frigid wives could provide. I had met Pat through work. Medium build, red hair good firm breasts despite having two children and an ass that I totally loved and would worship all day if she le...