Princess, We'll be staying at my place this Friday. Coat with nothing under it again, put your hair in a ponytail this time. I heard you had a good time this weekend, pool party sounds like it must have been a ball. I'll pick you up at 4:30. Your Lancelot * * * * * Todd picked her up on Friday, the conversation during the ride centered around the pool pa...
My mother and father had just gotten a divorce, I was feeling pretty low. I was 18 and was just about to start college. All summer long I kept hoping mom and dad would get back together. That night I heard them fighting on the phone and I knew that their marriage was over. My mothers name was Judy, she was a young looking 42 years old with long black hair an...
When I first saw Peggy Sanford, she impressed me as a very prim and proper, classy, country club wife. After five minutes of conversation, the fact that she was married to a much older man who keeps her in a very comfortable but unsatisfied sexual lifestyle surfaced. She works and travels, not for money, but to escape the life that she has been trapped in fo...
Brandi stood on the peripherals of the dance floor with her latex clad legs slightly apart. She was thrusting her ass and tits out, arching her back for maximum effect. I whispered into her ear that I was away to get the drinks and left her at her chosen location. The bar was packed and it took all of fifteen minutes to place my order and receive our drinks....
Ariel Chronicles: The London connection. Cougar of Soho. It's normally good practice to start your story at the beginning but this tale must start in the present, then we'll systematically work back, finally revealing how I arrived at where I am. I will provide a short synopsis of my past to give you the reader an insight into where I am and will clarify...
For my twenty-first birthday, two of my closest sorority sisters took me out to celebrate. We went to a bar in a somewhat seedy part of town not far from campus, and there, I ordered my first ever "legal" drink. Sally and Jenny and I were getting rather tipsy when the conversation turned a bit raunchy. Jenny asked me if I'd ever been to an adult movie theate...
Life is funny, man. People are so rarely what they appear to be. Take me for example. Sophie Des-Pres. A French-Canadian woman with a zest for life and a voracious sexual appetite. My ruling passions basically dominate my existence. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of chubby, with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I have a curvy body, big tits...
I had been dating my girlfriend, Melissa for a year. She was 22, had long, light brown hair and green eyes, she was 5'4", 120 pounds, and had nice big C-cup tits with big pink nipples. She was kind of a hippie, but she shaved her pussy clean. She was great in bed, she gave some of the best head I've had, her pussy was nice and tight, and she didn't hesitate...
As I sat on the bench in front of my old locker sweating profusely, my intestines started to knot up. I immediately knew what that meant. I had gone out jogging earlier than normal, because it was so a hot and humid. Apparently, my bowels were re-acting and for some reason that was causing my cock to harden. I urgently stripped off my sopping wet running s...
My name is Eli Pierre. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of good-looking white guy of Irish and French descent in his early forties with short black hair and pale green eyes. I live in the city of Brockton in the state of Massachusetts with my family. My wife Denise Jacobson Pierre is an executive with an engineering company. Our son Jay is a freshman at Boston Col...