Many towns, come fall, boast festivals, fairs, or carnivals. Dr. Greg Clark’s town was no different. For two weekends every year in October, the town green was consumed by gigantic slides best traversed atop burlap sacks, humming generators powering merry-go-rounds and food trucks, and countless booths hawking paintings by unknown artists, knit caps, inflata...
She was beautiful. Not that that was out of the ordinary. She was beautiful when we met in college, she is still beautiful today, and she will always be, as far as I am concerned. As I mentioned, we met in college. She was working on getting her CPA behind her and I was about to finish a Bachelors in Business Management. We kind of hit it off immediately,...
People need to get over themselves and stop being so shallow. If a BBW or whatever you want to call those ladies wants to date a good-looking guy- and if such men want to date them - what's the problem? Just because plus-size ladies don't live up to the standards of being a size 2 model type doesn't automatically mean they shouldn't be dating or enjoying t...
The sultry blonde sat on the floor at his feet, looking up at him expectantly. When she finally captured his attention, she rose and sauntered away. He smiled, shut down his computer, and followed her, hitting the light switch as he exited the room. Angel lowered her binoculars. "Any man who knows his pussy that well can't be all bad," she murmured to herse...
Author's Note: This is a story about cuckolding and humiliation, so if you don't enjoy that, save your time and spare me more of those "He should kick her ass out and beat them all up with a baseball bat" emails. It is a story filled with stereotypes and cliches. It is not meant to be original, innovative, or sensual. It is meant to be nasty and exaggerated...
"I'm Eric. At least I think I am. But these days thinking is not my foremost talent. Drinking is. I am an accomplished drinker-thinker. I marinate my mind. My brain is a pickle. It may have been yesterday that I saw Irene. It may have been the day before. Not that I care much. (Liar!) Ehm...I seem to care. An itch says that I do. But I drink some more and...
I'm lying in the dark on the bed in our guest room watching a baseball game, but I couldn't even tell you who is playing. I am naked and slowly stroking my cock and remembering how hot my wife Valerie looked when she left a few hours ago. She was wearing a see-through red blouse with a sheer red bra showing underneath. You didn't have to look hard to see her...
Cheating. Infidelity. Betrayal. Tryst. They never considered what they were doing to have anything to do with any of these things. They took pleasure in being together. It wasn't a matter of their partners not taking care of business, neglecting them in any way, or failing to do what they needed-they just enjoyed each other's company. They enjoyed each other...
Hi, my name is Ishani from Kolkata and this is a short incident from last year. I write this today because, the people concerned have moved out of town recently. I am now 30 and fair, height of 5'7". I am not slim, but I care to say I am curvy. My figure stands at 34d-28-36, with long hair. I am married and my husband is in merchant navy. I have not been t...
She'd always loved to run, but over the past few days it had become a necessary therapy. He was inside her head now and try as she might, she couldn't run far enough to escape him. The best she could do was turn the music up to 10 on her walkman and run until her thighs and calves locked up in agony and her breath poured from her lungs like a searing liquid....