Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are most likely fictional. Any similarities between actual persons, living or dead, and events is probably coincidental. "Mom! Just go back without me and go through his checkout. I'm telling you, he was flirting with you, not me!" Becca screamed at he...
Danny woke up feeling like crap. Not too unusual, that had been the case since he realized his marriage was going downhill. He was not quite six feet tall, about 170 pounds, with a well trimmed beard, in his fifties, hair graying and receding though he was still reasonably fit. Running probably helped with that. He ran three days a week, which helped him kee...
The group wasn't quite the same after their night out. Rus and Amber decided it would be best for them to take a break and explore who they were a little bit. The band decided to go on hiatus. Becca and Lisa still remained best friends but were a little more comfortable around each other and moved into a house together. Everyone remained friends, but the fee...
Justin Parlmond walked to his computer. Turned on the machine, and booted it up. He then double clicks on his internet explorer startup icon. He smiles as he hears the "welcome, you have mail," speeche from that little robotic voice, but instead chooses to ignore it. He has something else in mind. He clicks on his MSN chat file and watches as the little...
Katie and I have been friends with Steve and Becca for several years. Just recently they bought a new hot tub and we have enjoyed hanging out with them even more. Winter was the best time of year for tubbin and we were always excited to go tot their house to really unwind. Steve and Becca are quite a pair. Steve is a monster, a huge burly guy, right off the...
Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are most likely fictional. Any similarities with actual persons, living or dead, and events are probably coincidental. "Shoot!" Evelyn sat up in her bed. "Was that a dream?" she asked herself. To her, it didn't feel like it had been a dream. Had Ke...
Becca did as she was asked, removing her hand from her Mum's body. Helen stepped away a few steps and re-fastened the strap on, making it tight and secure, and to also give Becca room. As she bent over she noticed something missing, and from the corner of her eye she noticed Nick was still pumping his cock, that was probably it - Helen wanted her mouth and p...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this fact bothers you that much, kindly stop reading now. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes it's in...
I spent my lunch break in the women's locker room at the factory, buried balls-deep in Becca Ferguson, the nineteen-year-old press operator who wanted me. I didn't want Becca. She was flat-chested and kind of dumb, no real ambition but to get married and start cranking out babies like a puppy mill. Still, she wanted me, and I was willing to use her to get wh...
When I first saw Becca, I can't say I fell in love. Wearing a size 0 dress, she was a slightly built woman. She appeared to be in her early 20's with thick, wavy shoulder length auburn hair, large green eyes, and a nice body, but nothing nicer than you saw around town every day. Her breasts were just a hair large for her frame; I'm guessing a B cup. The m...