My name is Danny and Donna is my lady. We are a middle aged couple who's children are all grown and living on their own. This gives us a lot of freedom to enjoy life. We love going out for an enjoyable dinner at a nice restaurant. I love it when Donna dresses in "naughty attire". Short skirts, no panties, thigh-high stockings, high heels, and a sheer blous...
There is something about a uniform that turns me on. I haven't yet seen a man in one that doesn't make my pussy throb and wet itself just because of it. I guess that is why when I saw him on the train that day I couldn't help myself. I watched as he chose his compartment and I followed along hoping that no one else would come in to spoil the fun. "He...
This story is entirely true, with a few minor details modified to protect the guilty and to move the story along. It took place a little less than five years ago now, in the fall of 2001, when I was a junior in college. The sorority girl in question (her name was June) had been a friend of mine since freshman year, but we never had any romantic connections...
It was around six o'clock in the evening, and I had just got home from work. As soon as I had opened the door to my apartment, a slight unpleasant odour had hit my nose and I remembered that I needed to take out the trash. I gathered it up and headed downstairs, then walked out to the back parking lot behind my building where the dumpster is. I had just fin...
The usual disclaimers apply. If you are underage, read a comic book. If you don't approve, read The National Review. Otherwise, enjoy. ***** I'm your basic mother, wife and career woman. Pretty much in that order, too. My kids come first, then my husband Brian, then my job. My own needs were ranked a distant fourth, about even with doing housework and regu...
Almost without realizing it, I drummed my fingers on the table by the side of the sofa. A minor delay, five minutes or so, a thing which would never bother me in other circumstances. But of course that wasn't a regular situation. I leaned my head against the wall, closed my eyes and maybe sighed. Through the door, a loud and clear female voice. Hard to let i...
Bob slept fitfully on the couch in his outer office, and when the sun came through the window with his name and the words “Private Investigator” lettered on it, he got up. He showered in his back room, changing the bandage on his shin as he did so. He put on a pot of coffee, and got dressed in a brown suit, blue oxford shirt, and red tie. No one would ever a...
My girlfriend Pat and I have been dating for about three years. We enjoy a healthy sex life and every now and then, we bring one of her friends into the bedroom. Pat is 37 and I am 42. She is Indian, 5'9" athletic build and 38C breasts. I am white, 5'10" and average build. Pat has a girl in her office who she became friends with a few months ago. Tina is 24...
Anne's letter -- Sicilian Revenge Dear Tony, If you're reading this letter that means that I've already left this world. At the hospital I wanted to explain things, to give you my side of the story, but you were so angry that no one could make you understand. From the words you said, I could not imagine that you hated me that much. I know I hurt you, I kn...
Once upon a time, there was a young Somali Muslim woman named Zahra Hassan who lives in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. Zahra, whom many call "The Tall Miss Zee," due to her lofty height of six-foot-one, is a pious and hard-working Muslim sister, one who attended the mosque three times a week, volunteers at local Islamic charities, and studies hard in the MBA...