*This story follows a previous story written, but can be read by itself* _________________________ ________________________ I checked my watch as I headed to the information desk. I needed to figure out where to pick up my rental car. I spoke with the receptionist who pointed me in the right direction. My phone began vibrating in my pocket, so I thanked th...
For years I have been pestering her to see the true sexiness and utter horniness of sharing her with someone. At times we are screwing , just talking of the sexual events of her college years would make her cunt irresistibly wet, her orgasm more intense, a thin stream of cum erupting from her pussy as I withdrew to slam into her again and again. Yet she neve...
My name is Jefferson Anders. I'm a Sex Therapist living in the Washington D.C. Area. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, good-looking black man in his early forties. I'm a graduate of the Mount Washington Institute of Technology. Ah, my college days were fun. For years, I operated in the Boston area, in the state of Massachusetts, but I just had to come b...
For a superficially distant and cruelly sardonic man Conan Steel was a surprisingly generous and attentive lover, at least away from the Rumpo Room. There he is the hammer and she the anvil, he dominant she submissive, but here on the king-size bed in the master bedroom of his exclusive luxury beach front villa in Fleetwood they are equals. He is gently fing...
Hi. You can call me Evelyn. There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this...
Hi, folks. How's it going? Right now, I am standing over the body of someone I just killed. And quite frankly, I'm disgusted. The weird things that happen in this life never cease to amaze me, folks. Seriously. Even being who and what I am, the freaky stuff is a little much. My name is Thomas James Guillaume and by all appearances, I'm a rather wholesome you...
Standing at the bar, waiting for our hosts to join us, we ordered a drink and stood around chatting. Shortly, our new found friends entered the bar area and came over towards us. With them were two extremely attractive girls, wearing the shortest skirts any of us had seen in a long time. The first girl was a blonde, with striking green eyes, long tanned leg...
She totters over to the fridge in the small kitchenette set into the corner of the flats living room. She takes her shoes off as she goes demonstrating considerable dexterity considering how drunk she is. I lean against the doorframe and watch her navigate the room, drinking in every inch of her figure. Her legs stand out in the gloom, long, pale and inviti...
I am sitting at a table near the dance floor, an empty shot glass in front of me and a red beer half finished. The band is fine, the music bouncy and my girlfriend has been on the dance floor with the same guy for the last three dances. I am enjoying the music, and the view as a handsome guy scoots by my table on the way to the bar. I turn slightly to watch...
Chapter 10: What Strange Thoughts These Riding a bike on a windy day..., well..., it sucks. Unless you have a rider in front of you breaking the wind and you can draft off their bike, then it is not so bad. And if the rider in front of you has a nice looking ass, then it is even better! Amir is in front of me and the way he is riding, I don't think the wind...