My name is Mandy. My husband Joe and I live in a two-story house in a nice quiet neighborhood. The neighbors are all very friendly and care about each other. Tina and Jack are our next door neighbors, and are always having nice quiet dinner parties. There are usually twelve or so couples in attendance at these parties. They are having a party tonight. We we...
It was late one weekend evening. We'd been out drinking and dancing, and when we got home we barely got in the door before we were fucking like rabbits. Danny ate me out on the stairs to the second floor – he sat me down, spread my legs and pushed my panties aside before diving into my pussy. Damn! He is the most inspired pussy eater I've ever been with. Not...
This is a stroke story. It's ridiculous and unrealistic. No one is worried about STDs, sizes are exaggerated, everyone is bi (or at least the women are) and people can fuck for hours without chafing. This chapter has (consensual) public sex and public humiliation. Caveat reader. --- It was around noon when I pulled into the parking lot at the steakhouse....
Author's note: This story is a sequel to Clarke's Not So Fake Marriage. ***** The day after Clarke's not so fake wedding was kind of awkward. Clarke got the feeling everybody was talking about her, and the way Lexa had made her scream in pleasure last night. At least The Grounders mostly stayed quiet around her, although even then she caught most of them...
Nobody should approach me if they want a fair, balanced and informed opinion of Rock Hill, South Carolina. Most of what I discovered about the city was well after the Crystal Passion tour and what we saw was probably unrepresentative and, to be honest, not especially attractive. It was a town very much in the shadow of the somewhat larger city of Charlotte,...
I had been cross-dressing for some years, but I had never been with another man. I had been talking on a gay chat site for some months when I found someone who I got on with well. We exchanged photos I was happy with his and he was happy with mine. Deciding to get together, we arranged a date and time to meet and be for the first time with another man. I ha...
It came in a plain package with no markings and no return address. My address was typed, and the postmark was local. "What could it be?" I thought to myself while I carefully opened it. I had not ordered anything and it was not my birthday. With a few careful cuts along the edge, I opened the package and had a scrap of black material and an index card in m...
Both Hasheena and Harlina replied to my mails and wrote that they were turned on very much and had to use their fingers to relieve their horny feelings. I began to call Hasheena as Hasheena Macchi as her niece Johara called her. Macchi in Tamil means aunt's daughter. Hasheena Macchi sent me a picture of Johara and she looked good. She had small boobs but a v...
"Oh! Hello." I greeted a new girl behind the bar at my local. Ganges was a dank place I went to go and drink at. All the bar tenders were girls and are for the most part pretty cute. "Hi. I'm Amber." The tallish girl answered with a broad smile. "I'm Amanda's sister." "Hi. I'm Gerome. Nice to meet you." I shook the extended hand of the pretty, long haire...
He was the sweetest man, my first husband. George Rhys Iain Mountbaterze, nineteenth Duke of Aarnaarn, was sixty-eight years old when he discovered my eighteen year old body sunbathing topless for the very fist time on the Costa del Sol. I’m six feet and three inches in height with breasts that must be fitted in the specialty shops. My toes and fingers were...