All rights reserved. Copyright 2012 (c) Paul Garland The Dream Holiday Nightmare Part 1 It was the holiday we'd always dreamed of. And it turned out to be so much more than even that. More than just my holiday dreams came true during that two weeks in Greece. My wife Kirsty and I were enjoying our first holiday without our two daughters, who our parents...
Shelly looked around at the disorganized mess that was her new home. There were boxes everywhere, some opened, some empty, still others untouched. Wadded newspaper wrappings were scattered across the floor of every room. Unpacked stuff was strewn everywhere, only a small fraction of it even in the correct room. She sighed, overwhelmed by the disorganized clu...
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There is nothing like being naked! I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat. She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress, and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It...
My name is Kurt Williams. I am the Technology Director for South Prairie School Corporation, a small rural school corporation in north central Illinois. For no apparent reason, I get more than my share of strange pussy, and these are my stories. Summer term is not that bad. Sure I would rather spend the day on the golf course, but with school dismissing ar...
My hot wife sneaks off with a stranger. Later, back in our room, I get a surprise that was a result of their disappearance. (M+F, Wife, Creampie Eating, Bi) After the concert ended, Jill and I went to the Casino bar to enjoy a few drinks and some video poker. We had a room, so that both of us could have a few drinks and enjoy ourselves before heading up to...
I always knew there was a difference between making love and fucking. Until I met Trey the night I turned 30, I never knew that fucking existed. As a privileged white girl, I was raised with a soft hand a large piggy bank. My mother was a lawyer and my father was a plastic surgeon. I had nannies, babysitters and private schooling for most of my life. I wa...
The two young men stood hunched against the bitter wind reading the front page of the Chicago Tribune. Directly below the date--February 13, 1929--was the headline that held their collective interest: CAPONE TO BE IN MIAMI VALENTINE'S DAY. "It's too fuckin' beautiful," hooted Willy Marks. "Too good to be fuckin' true," added Jimmy Clark as he folded the pa...
Out of the frying pan into the fire, I finished a week of board meetings and luncheons only to look forward to a 3 day drive home. The first day passed uneventfully, long, but uneventfully. By the second day I was in Texas, which is not a bad state to drive through; I was going through the panhandle, so it was only a few hours. About halfway through I felt a...
When Daniel originally showed Carrie the ad for the Sexpo in their weekly paper, she couldn't believe such an event would be held in their conservative city. All week they talked about whether they should go and they finally decided to attend just because it sounded daring and sexy and might be the perfect way to spice up their twenty year marriage. Carrie a...