If Kelli Zellers had a fault, it was the fact that she couldn't easily say the word, "No". It was a trait borne somewhat out of her DNA, her Mother was such a sweet woman that most who knew her thought she was a prime candidate for Sainthood. Between the selflessness Kelli showed with her Husband and two daughters over the years, not to mention her chosen ca...
This story is in the fetish section and contains penis measuring, small penis humiliation, light femdom and swapping partners, if that doesn't interest you thank you for looking, but you may want to leave. * Strawberries, my wife always smelled of strawberries and this morning was no exception. She dragged her dark wavy hair across my face, down my firm h...
Here she was, naked in the dark. Cool but not cold. Her breathing shallow, her body motionless. Hearing distant sounds, and waiting. Eyes staring into the lightless black. Skin tingling. Anticipating the touch. The touch of a hand. ** As soon as he saw the girls running the ticket booth, Jeffrey decided that maybe this wouldn't be such a bad way...
It was a bright yet chill October morning that Shelley Balboni dropped her daughter off at school. Her eight year old daughter, Barbara, balanced her new leaf collection delicately on her lap as the line of cars waddled sporadically forward as they discharged their precious cargoes. The radio susurrated a stream of traffic reports and ballads as Shelley trie...
Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my tr...
After many years of marriage; our sex life was almost gone, we were having sex ones a month or less, and was kind of boring. He just got on top of me; pound me for a few minutes and finished, while cleaning up myself in the bathroom, I will use my consul, (vibrator) to pleasure my self. I was at that age when women wanted to be sexually desired and to have...
My name is Scott. Something I always dreamed of happened a few years ago, but not the way I wanted it. Six years ago, I moved to Bloomington to manage one of my company's factories. The pay was good, but I didn't know anyone there! That's why I joined a bowling league. I put my name on a list for teams that needed a fifth player to fill out their roster. Si...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
The last three months had been hell. Eighteen hour days, seven days a week for almost three months. It was crazy. But let me start at the beginning. This project had blindsided me. I had expected to plod along, picking up this and that. Most of the group had been together for years. I had bounced from team to team before landing with this one. They were all...
Sampson College's football team was one of the conference's best this year. And the team's secret weapon was its cheerleading squad. The "Squad," as they were known, consisted of 10 of the foxiest bitches the sport of cheering had ever seen. How there could be so many superhot, supertoned, supersexed girls at one not-so-big college was a mystery. These gir...