The room is filled with a haze of mist. People crowded around pool tables, on the dance floor and around the bar. Bright multi-coloured lights flickering in time with the pounding music. Sitting on a high bar stool. Her long legs stretched down to meet the floor. Naked skin, peachy and smooth meets a short light pink dress… softly flowing mid-thigh. A wais...
I walked up to the end of the laneway. On either side were high red brick walls with blue-star vines hanging over the tops. A narrow strip of well-cut lawngrass travelled up on one side of the lane, and a two-paver wide footpath travelled up along the other side. It was a little cloudy overhead. And pretty cold. I was wearing a long sleeved two-ply cashmer...
She watched him. He sat there in the big overstuffed chair, comfortably sprawled in it, and intently watched the play as it unfolded on the screen. The ball was snapped, and the pass thrown. Intercepted. He cursed at the eleven men on the field, as if they could hear him, unaware he was being watched from the doorway. Almost silently, she advanced further...
Spring Break is a rite of passage in American culture. It's not a vacation. It's not a time for relaxation. It's an all-out assault on traditional values. It's a time when young men and women unleash their pent-up sexual energy and spend a drunken week looking for anyone to "satisfy" them. Standards are thrown out the window. The Spring Break I took durin...
I guess I've always been a bit of a tomboy. Rather than play with dolls and have tea parties, I was playing with Tonka trucks and climbing trees. And then there was hockey. My first and probably strongest love. It seems fitting that it also brought me another first, this one of the sensual nature. I met John when I was a sophomore at a large Midwestern univ...
I was always looking out for everyone and I helped so many and then I couldn't help myself. I was in a bad marriage to a white man. He was treating me like last week's trash and I guess I wanted to know what I was doing wrong so I would ask my friends for their opinions and everyone said it wasn't me. It was my husband that was dragging me down. I love to h...
Standing in front of the full-length mirror I look at my new outfit smiling. The soft blue leather corset is laced tightly up the back, the cups barely able to contain my abundant breasts. Thigh high blue leather boots with 3 inch stiletto heels. My shaven pussy covered by a blue silk thong. My long auburn/brown hair hangs down around my shoulders in loose c...
The following is a true story that just happened to me some time ago... I sometimes get bored and tired when my woman turns me down for some basic loving. ESPECIALLY when it comes down to getting' some head. Sometimes, I prefer that over getting in the pussy...ANYWAYS, here is my story. So this one Saturday was a VERY lazy day; me and woman went out on Fri...
The hole is good, but sometimes it's too practical and you got to just move like you're brainless and just horny and nothing else. I rubbed her body on my cock in that very state of mindless lust. It was good, but I forgot to make it last. I came on her neck and her ears and her nips and her chin after only a minute of rubbing against her sweaty breasts. Sh...
As the driving rain smote his window, Joseph felt a chill in his spine. This was not the chill of a cold, wintry night. This was a chill he had felt many times before. 'He's coming,' Joseph thought to himself. For a moment, Joseph thought he would flee as he had done so many times before. It had, in fact, become a natural instinct, a reflex action that he si...