For Nan This was written 11 years ago for my wife. I hope you enjoy it because I know she did, wink! The is a story of a woman named Nan. 5'6", dishwater blond and a figure of 36C x 24 x 37. Her age is 40 years old and has three children. Her beauty is such that men turn and look as she goes by but she is married and does not notice. The days are warm this...
Feedback is welcome through the link below. The next couple of weeks were odd with Sanne, almost as if she was trying to avoid me. She did have some big exams coming up so we never saw her in the evenings, she would stay in her room to study long into the night, popping down occasionally to grab a sandwich or to natter with Dee briefly. When she came down...
I was 19 years old attending my first year of college and need extra money to help pay for books and things. My mother, a LPN that did in-home nursing, offered me a job to stay overnight at an elderly man house to help her out. Three nights a week I would have to spend the night over at the elderly gentleman's house after college. This arrangement was excell...
According to a saying you only live once. As true as it may be I do not like that saying, I prefer Carpi Diem -- seize the day. I live by that little saying, and a few times I seized more than just the day. One such occasion was with my former boss in his office one long Saturday afternoon. The day started out as any normal Saturday, I awoke to the sound of...
Leaning back I lift a soapy leg to push the water off, satisfied with its level in my bath. I ease the leg back into the warm water. Letting the silky suds envelop it once more in their caressing embrace. With eyes closed I breathe deeply of the steam. Letting the subtle aroma of jasmine seduce my senses. Through the open window above I can hear the sounds...
One of my cousins' tuition teachers, Sridevi, is a Malayali in her late twenties. Only a Bengali woman can look as beautiful as she looks in a sari, with her nice body, big boobs, and lovely wide ass. She used to come to our house to teach my cousin. Whenever she came to our house I always peeped at her cleavage. The sight of her boobs rising and falling as...
The agonized scream that pierced the hazy somnolence of the afternoon was muffled in the thick carpeting of needles under the pine trees. Geran reined his horse to a halt, listening, his heart pounding. The scream came again. Animal or human, he could not tell, but it was close. He swung easily from the saddle of his gelding, tying it quickly to a convenient...
Unless you live in Beverly Hills, or only kept company with rich friends when in school, there was always one friend who's house you'd visit that was on a lower socio-economic level from the rest. Sometimes this establishment would be grouped together with other homes like it; not necessarily in the "bad part of town" or on the "other side of the tracks" as...
That was the second time she'd sent me home naked, and this time the night was darker and colder. I was exhausted from both abuse and pleasure, and was feeling decidedly icky from all the cum that coated my breasts and matted my hair and filled my belly and dripped endlessly from my pussy and ass. While I hadn't minded Annabel's cum so much, this was mostly...
Its late afternoon, You have been here for a couple of wonderful days and nights, Wwe have decided that Wwe will actually get out of bed at some point and go out for the evening. i am watching You sleep and i am tempted to just lie there beside You until You wake, but i want to do something nice, to surprise you. i get myself showered and looking good for Y...