Stepping into her apartment with a huff Karen Starr leaned back against her apartment door, hanging up her coat and running her fingers through her short blonde hair. “Damn, what a slow day… Maybe I should call in a few days sick leave just to get some R and R.” Heading over to her little nook kitchen she set up a mug and water and filled it with hot chocola...
Saturday morning begins with a beautiful sunrise that signals good things to come. There are no club walks scheduled for this weekend which is just as well since Catherine is all set to spend the day at the beach. Her plan is in place, a plan she shared with me yesterday morning in bed. We woke early in the morning after a fun evening where we used our sex t...
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Ned lay on his back on the fluffy white linens with the bed covers pushed back. His cock was planted firmly in Angelina's cunt and he felt the wonderful soft friction being generated by her motions. Ned's half dazed eyes saw her shadowed, upright figure in the moon glow that filtered through the curtains. Angelina's long strawberry hair waved gently behind...
After his basketball team's fifth straight win of the evening, at the Vulva Street YMCA. Apollo went over to the bleachers to distribute hugs, kisses and handshakes liberally to the Kama Sutra study group, from his spiritual center, 'The United Ministries of the Insatiable Holy Spirit', who had come to watch him play. When Apollo was done with his public ob...
I couldn’t believe what was happening. There I was, hauling ass across town, dodging drunk drivers and running red lights, while this sexy white nurse named Donna Faircloth was gobbling on my Johnson like it was the last dark meat on earth and she hadn’t eating in a month. What made the whole thing even wilder was her being the evening supervisor on my ward...
I had fucked Peter some fifteen years ago and now I had just fucked his son, also named Peter. Both had been doing building work for me, the elder when I was married and the younger now I was divorced. The father and I had it when I was living in a large rambling house in Chigwell, just outside London in Essex. With the son it was at was at my duplex apartme...
As Bree approached her 25th birthday, she looked towards it as just another day. Another day of being a "loner" as she'd been labeled, though in truth it was a self-imposed sentence. She was certainly attractive enough, not a beauty queen no, but certainly considered cute under any circumstances. Bree wore her long dishwater blonde hair in a ponytail most of...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Ah, Friday afternoon. For some reason when you are young, it seems like Friday will never come. Then when it does, more...
Leading me into her room, and then towards the bed, I saw she had left the door open after entering. "You ah...might want to close that. As long as the doors to our rooms are closed, Doreen knows not to enter." And though it was early yet, not even eight in the morning, Doreen usually began making her rounds, cleaning rooms and changing sheets on the beds w...