Thanks to letableauvivant for her help double-checking things for me. ************* We are having a party at our house with friends and some co-workers, we supply the location and everyone brings something to eat and drink. We are in the backyard and some people are dancing, some are standing around talking and others are in the pool. Tom and Liz from Matt...
In the car, all was quiet. No one spoke. The chauffeur watched the road., both his hands on the wheel. Hedda Branchbaum, wife of Right wing broadcaster Swift Branchbaum for five months now, sat in the back seat of Branchbaum's Bentley Mulsanne. She was quiet, her back stiff, her stance upright, her eyes focused on the shaved neck of Moses Williams, the cha...
One day after my husband John got home and we had our usual dinner and small talk he mentioned that while driving home and listening to a radio show he heard them talking about a book that woman are crazy about. He said the title was fifty shades or something like that. I laughed and told him the it was "50 Shades Of Gray," and I have read it and that it wa...
She lay her body on the wooden planks of the bridge, soaking up the sun. It was her favourite place, listening to the river flowing underneath her and watching the brothers playing in the field. She had watched them grow over the years into the strapping solid animals they were. She often fantasised about them taking her, fucking her hard on the bridge, maki...
All girls present are of legal age and are 18 years old. ***** So, this is a recount of what happened when I went over for hangover during college. None of this is real and is fictional. "Come on, Kyle! Stay a little longer!" Jean, one of the girls at the party who was already drunk beyond the point of making wise decisions, shouted at me. I sighed and d...
Many thanks to Tyjala for his ideas and to editors Ray Ball and Oedipus Rex for their editing assistance. ---- Part 3: The confrontation Ultra-voluptuous Keri arrived at our place one hour late. Rita, my wife, was already angry for the situation she was in, but the delay infuriated her even more. As soon as Keri entered our apartment, Rita started shoutin...
This is a copyrighted work by Zeb_Carter and is not to be duplicated or copied, in part or in whole, to other sites without the explicit authorization from the Zeb_Carter. Golf Slut As he stepped in the front door, Sam could tell there was something wrong. The house was dark and quiet. Usually, when he came home from a business trip, his wife was waiting f...
I was eighteen years old, full of beans and on a tour with my Cricket Club. After our matches, we stayed at various hotels and most of our players, who consisted of randy forty somethings having been set free from their wives, looked for sex anywhere possible. They'd do anything in a skirt, and with boobs, as long as they got to cum. Two of the other younger...
I'd opened my eyes and looked at the wall. It wasn't my wall, it was a wall of the house which had belonged to the person who was moulded onto my back. I'd visited her the previous night and she, with her feminine ways, persuaded me to stay the night. The fact she'd totally given her body to me didn't make any difference, of course. Aisha was a most wonder...
It was Bill's arms that I noticed first. Tattooed, muscular, solid, dark chocolate. I knew my curves would fit in them and I'd melt. Into a puddle. Like the one between my thighs whenever I looked at him, whenever his kind eyes made contact with mine. I remember the first time we met. He shook my hand and I was in awe of his strength, his warmth. Even thoug...