Do you ever lie in bed late at night and wonder: 'How the fuck did I get from there to here?' Three nights in a row trying to get comfortable on a granite-hard bed in the ice cold guest room – no wonder friends rarely stayed a whole weekend – had given me plenty of time to think about that. And to regret what I'd done. Okay, perhaps not so much time to regre...
It had been several days since Cathy and her boyfriend had been to the lake house and had swapped partners with Constance and Luther, Cathy was on a holiday from school and her boyfriend was at work when the phone rang, it was Constance, "Cathy, dear, Luther and I wondered if perhaps you would like to come over for a visit. We promise that it will be enjoyab...
Tyler strolled up to the front door of Jeff’s house, he was late from work as usual and they had already started partying hours ago. He just hoped they weren’t all to sloshed, and that they had left him some beer. He opened his door and made a B-line for the refrigerator. He opened the door and smiled as he reached in grabbing four beers. He stashed three in...
Well we decided to go to the village for the weekend. I mailed John (the mechanic) to tell him. We went down early on the Saturday morning and arrived early afternoon. John greeted us at his garage and said he had mentioned it around the village and everybody was eagerly looking forward to it. We had something to eat and drink, then John asked me if I want...
All characters or places in this and any following stories in this line are fictitious any similarity to actual persons are purely accidental. ***** It had been a few days since Amanda and her friends had gotten together and had so much fun. She had learned so much about herself and the others. Amanda never would have believed that she was capable of the t...
We met online. When we first started talking, I really wasn't looking for a relationship. I had been scanning he pages of pictures people put up when I came across hers. I thought she was gorgeous. So I left her a little comment telling her that. I moved on along through the pictures, looking for something to masturbate to when I was notified that I had rece...
In all of her 45 years, Mrs Womple had known many lovers. They had all varied in size and shape. They had all differed in enthusiasm, speed and vigour of their love making. However, there is one point which rather confused Mrs Womple, they all used fabric softener (it was the only similarity she could link to all of her many lovers). With most of her love...
My name is Megan Woodland. I've always been a kinky white slut who does her best to improve racial relations in the community. I guess that's why black guys like me so much. That's more than okay by me because I like them too. More than they will ever know. In the 2008 Presidential Election, I'm supporting a handsome, distinguished and qualified black man ov...
Unanticipated This is Beth's second encounter with William. Another Friday workday done and home at last. Beth had been stepping lightly all week; last Friday night the break in had gone from fearsome to fearful to fulfilling. The marks on her wrists had faded away but she had not allowed her pussy to forget the rocker's motion or his finger. She dampened...
The storm rages outside the small cave we’ve seen fit to take shelter in. The trip out to the beach, “frolicking in the woods” as you so lovingly put it, ended rather wetly with the sudden storm. Apparently Mother Nature didn’t think too much of us playing in the woods. Everyone’s a critic... Everything’s been soaked, the blankets caught in the early wind...