Chapter 49 Bernie and Robbie - July 4, 1989 Bernie's husband, Jon, was out playing golf with Vic Stephens, and she was both bored and alone. Val was out of town doing some shopping, and so Bernie settled down in a chair on her patio and poured a bottle of Heineken into a pint sized glass. She heard a lawnmower start up in the front yard and smiled. Robbie,...
My friends would say that I'm a happy go lucky gal, full of energy and bubbling wit. I'll get up to all kinds of crazy mischief as long as no one gets hurt. I'm a yes girl, but not in that office politics bull crap way. My mother always found a reason not to do something. Always looked for an excuse to say no, however flimsy that may be. My rebellion is to...
With light brown hair and clear green eyes much like his father's this boy would be quite a looker when he grew up. The ball the boy had been playing with rolled and landed near a tall, handsome man. Smiling into the boy's big green eyes, much like his own, the man gently threw the ball back. The eight-year-old boy grinned at the man toothily before he turne...
Inga suddenly had second thoughts about what she had just done. But a part of her wanted the street thug and drug dealer to at least come over to her house. Since that day at the party, the Swedish milf had thought about what it would have been like if she had somehow ended up with Tone and his friends instead of with Marcus Jefferson. She could still rememb...
The carnival wasn't even supposed to come to Clover that summer, but somehow fate intervened. It was also a surprise that such a modest carnival would have such a huge Ferris wheel. Just about every kid in attendance wanted to give it a whirl. That is where our story picks up, boys and girls, as lovely, young Sarah Michelle Turner and the brash Rusty Longa...
It started out as a playful flirty kind of thing. I'd just gotten over a divorce and now happy and relieved things were working out between me and Lisa. At first she would give me ribbons from her hair or bits of fabrics, or straps, or trinkets for me to wear at the base of my scrotum as a kind of cock collar. She joked that I was only permitted to masturbat...
Authors Note: Welcome to my latest story and...hard to believe it's been four years since I have posted in this category. A couple of notes about this story; one, it's on the longer side and features a story, not just 'action' so if you enjoy shorter pieces, this may not be for you. Second, this story is part of my Circle series and hopefully will leave you...
Author's Note: This is the third part of the 'New Playmate' series, following: Part One Part Two ************* 1 "Jonny," she said softly, "I want you to do something for me." "Anything," he said, "I'd do anything for you, Frannie." She said, "I want it to be you, Jonny, you are so amazing and...and I've never felt this way about anyone before...Jonny...
J, I've been thinking a lot about your question, the one about what I really want, and the answer has been writing itself in my head for weeks. It's time for me to put it into words for you. You asked: "What is it that you want — in your heart of hearts — that would make you really super happy? A rich woman to keep you and encourage you to pick up hot men?...
I've always had a thing for bigger girls. In my teens I kept my crushes secret from my friends, because nobody went for the girls I liked, the plumper, curvier girls at school. The slim, conventionally pretty girls were fine but I liked a girl who was thicker. As I got older I got more confident about my love of voluptuous women. I lost my virginity to a cu...