The boat had just pushed away and was just about 10 feet from the dock and Pam reached one arm over the railing and I reached out to touch her. Our fingertips were only a few feet apart. She shouted, "I Love you!" and something else, but the PA system on the boat was blaring island music so I couldn't hear what. I thought that she had said, "Thank you!" but...
Margret is a sexy Milf (mother I'd like to fuck) living the suburban life. Her husband Scott is an extraordinarily successful microchip designer. They live fabulously in a big house. They drive awfully expensive cars and have more friends than they can count. Their love life was well, but, predictable to say the least. Its been the topic of discussion for a...
There were already half through one of the worst years since they had been married. It was like one set back after another for George and Gloria, first after trying to get pregnant since their honeymoon, this year she had two miscarriages. The Doctor claimed her husband had not only a low sperm count, what few he had been too weak to keep her with child. T...
XXIXBritain Means BusinessEden2050 It was another bloody bastard journey back home to England, Eden reflected, as his chauffeur-driven car finally pulled into the drive of his Surrey estate. He increasingly despaired of the state of his home country every time he was troubled to pay it a visit. He'd had to wait two days in Milan while flights to Heathrow we...
Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of c...
Necromantrix.cum I smiled at that ISP, or smirked, as we WWWs (Web Willy Wobblers) are wont do. Voyeurcam is a splendid way of having sex with lots of ladies without the bother of meeting them. My right hand is STD free. A credit card the wife doesn't know about and a box of tissues is all I need. Just type in requests and away she goes. A slow striptease...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.] Las Vegas: Two weeks later "You seem nervous, baby," Val said to Ron as they rode up in the elevator after having a drink in the hotel bar. "A little," he said. "Aren't you?" "Maybe a tiny bit," she answered. "But I'm so horny thinking about my fantasy—our fantasies—coming true that...
I wake to the clamour of the landline announcing a telephone call. I really did drink too much on the plane last night. How the hell did I drive home in that condition through the thunderous gale? The ignored caller rang off without leaving a message, but now I am almost fully awake. I know where I am, in my loft room, my study, my sanctuary, until... No,...
Debbie and I were an unusual couple. When we first met, I was 28 and looked much younger while she was 40 and looked several years older. Furthermore, I was in great shape from a healthy diet and regular exercise while she was obese and a smoker. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake us for mother and son instead of husband and wife. I often joked with he...
"Where are all the BBW strippers, let alone BBW strip clubs?!" ― Don Keedik From the tenth floor of the Four Queens, Don could hear the drunken droves below, as the six-foot tall, Chinese BBW jerked his javelin. This mental snapshot ― tattered, and yellowing with age ― graced the cover of his cerebral photo album. Most broke out Polaroids of brainwashed k...