After our passionate night, Carl became obsessed with the idea of letting me try a man with a much larger cock than his routine size. He got on websites and showed me photos, all of which were sort of interesting, but all of which had downsides. Are these people real? Are they safe? Just then, my friend Gail called. I told her about my honesty with Carl an...
I strode quickly up the steep incline, the small stream bubbling over brown rounded rocks next to me and tall powerful trees closing in around me. I was walking the centre of a deep shaded mountain cleft, aiming for the summit and enjoying the last day of my summer break. The cool dank and musty woods around me exuded peace and tranquillity, a return to thos...
"Are you hungry? Of course you are. If I ask and answer that does not count as one of my questions, does it?" "No, it doesn't, she said, but the question when you asked me if it counted, does. My turn. And yes, I am hungry, feed me." The restaurant was quaint and not busy at all. They had some clam chowder, always seems like something you should at the coa...
Sunday we took a long drive down through the Southerntier. I had selected a white bodysuit for her to wear along with a short wrap skirt that was easily removed (and was rarely on). The bodysuit molded itself to her contours quite nicely displaying her shape well and doing very little to conceal the form of her nipples. The legs were high cut and the snugnes...
Sara was my first time. She had deep green eyes, and a smile that was wickedly sexy. The kind of smile that made you wonder what secrets were being held behind that sweet face. Her sun-streaked hair was dark brown, and fell around her shoulders in soft curls. She was the most beautiful girl I thought I'd ever seen. It was summer in Virginia Beach, and scho...
Randi and Josie first met in kindergarten, and were rarely apart from then on. Close friends often begin to resemble each other, and in their case that was not only true but amazing as they were astonishingly pretty girls. They seemed to absorb each other's most attractive qualities, both in looks and personality, until they became the most fantasized about...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So all right. A stupid title: I'm not a working girl. "Confessions of A Swinger" would've been catchier. But though what follows is lightly fictionalised fact, it really isn't a confession at all. That's because, generally speaking, you only "confess" guilt. And I'm not guilty of anything. None of the true-life counterparts of the people...
Chapter Two: The Bitch Christina: Even before the taxi was out of the driveway, Winston was next to me, bending down to gather up my matched set of Louis Vuitton luggage. As he picked up the plastic duty free bag, the bottles inside clinked together giving me a chance to swat him with my white gloves; I'd wanted to hit somebody, anybody, for hours. "Be ca...
My first online encounter took place sometime back in 1997 (about a decade ago). I remember I was in college during those years and was living near the beach. I had come home after I had done some studying at the library. I recall that I was sitting on my bed talking on the phone with a very sexy classmate. I would always sit right next to her and we would a...
Another beautiful Florida day. The early spring brings with it the familiar heat and humidity, but it’s still not like the oppressive days the summer will bring. Classes are finally over until the fall. I still could care less; I still have to work. I miss the days when I was younger and the end of school meant freedom from all other responsibilities. I allo...