Eve and Ryan arrived at the airport exactly two hours early for their flight to Toronto. Eve's firm was sending her to a sales conference. Ryan had invited himself with a childish smile and an excuse about how she wouldn't be able to get along without him for more than five minutes. He had never been to Toronto, but the real reason for his self-invitation wa...
The next morning I woke up with Jane still curled up next to me. My cock was still aching but now from the explosive orgasm from last night. My ass was also just a little sore from the egg being pushed in and pulled out. I rubbed my eyes to wake up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was nine twenty and way past when I normally wake up. Jane stirr...
She was going to kill Kevin. The SOB might be her big brother, but he apparently knew less than she did about finding one's way around the big bad woods at night, and she knew exactly squat. "I knew this was a mistake," she grumbled, yelping when yet another slender branch snapped out of the darkness to welt her cheek. "OW!" This "great idea" of Kevin's--...
Chapter 3 — Second Opinion September 1973 Any time Jim had a project or an assignment he tried everything he could to meet the expectations of those who expected him to perform. He tried his best every time, but he wasn't successful on each and every occasion, of course. When that happened he felt bad and hoped for another chance. "Hey Rich—hey Rich, are...
It rained all day the next day. By evening it was torrential, enough to cause minor flooding along the river, so I watched a movie I'd been trying to see for weeks, but I couldn't help feeling empty. It finally stopped raining at about 5:00 the next afternoon. It was soggy everywhere, but the sun peeped out just in time to set, and shortly thereafter I sl...
Jamie slipped from the shower and stood in front of her full-length mirror, she began to towel off. Her 38DD breasts hung firmly from her lean frame and her. Her large nipples were erect and proudly. Her large areolas stood out in dark contrast to her alabaster skin. She dried the trimmed crimson hair above her pussy and her towel slid across her shaven lips...
I suppose there are worse things to think about. Were we alone together, what would we do first? I suppose it would depend on the time of day, our moods, our state of mind. I'll stick with one state of mind for now as that is from where this story evolves. That will of course be told with a mood, a feeling, of such passion as yet fulfilled but often dreamed...
"I just want to feel you," she breathed. "Please, I just need to feel you inside me. It's our last chance. I want you to show me what you know." We were just inside her hotel room. The door had barely closed behind us and her hands were fumbling at my belt, while I kissed her deeply between her words. It was late and we had been drinking for a while in the...
I met my wife in the spring so the night air was very comfortable. She was nearly a virgin only having had sex a couple of times. I on the other hand was pretty experienced being a partying, fairly good looking bachelor. We met up a lot after the night I met her. We would sit and talk, go out to eat, go out and get drunk, and other things of this nature. Af...
Here's another slut wife story for the brave anonymous keyboard warriors to sharpen their angst with. If you like the story fine, if you don't, stop reading and move on, but just to keep the brave anonymous men enlightened, this story deals with a wife being unfaithful...does it bring back memories and thats why you're pissed????? ***** Slut with a missio...