Growing up there was an attractive older lady who lived on my road, her hair was blonde like the sun, her skin had that quality to it of a woman who had enjoyed many exotic and carefree holidays in her prime, her jaw was striking. I knew that her husband had passed away in an industrial accident many years previously, and it pained me to think that nobody wa...
Hannah Pennee leaned back, thin legs crossed in her extended, plush upholstered recliner. Holding a half filled wine glass, she breathed, shallowly into the phone. She rubbed her bare thighs together and enjoyed the warm, pressure-created moisture where they joined. "We called those little-boy-thangs dangling 'tween their legs, birds. That's what we called t...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly's a Dirty Slut" Hi, guys! It's your favorite Arabian slut here to tell you another of my cherished sexcapades. Unless you've been living in a cave, you must know what a dirty cum-slut I am by now. Whe...
This Story was kindly edited by tangentjoker. * I own a company, mostly online, that deals with people's fantasies. Most of my clients are older rich women; women that have deep, dark, depraved, sick fantasies. They pay me well for fulfilling their dreams. So well, in fact, that I have an agency of people who help me fulfill their needs. A lot of my clie...
Please note! This is the second posting of this story. The first version was inadvertently omitted by me. Please like this version as much as you liked the first one. ***** Like most of the men folk in Walnut Grove, Charles Ingalls doesn't want to stare at Mrs. Oleson's big bulging boobs. He looks and he looks, but pretty soon, just looking at the large r...
Drunk & asleep, stripping Sophia's little sister, Regina, naked. Continued from Chapter 08: Ready to take out the pot and give her a joint, I asked the question. "Do you smoke?" I looked at her sitting pretty in her smart, short, blue skirt and her sexy, sheer white blouse. Whenever she crossed and uncrossed her legs, she flashed me a triangular patch of...
Over the next few weeks I thought so much about the old priests. I wasn't proud of myself and I found myself confessing to my husband about my secret thoughts and excitements. Derek was helpless. I knew it embarrassed him and in a way also humiliated him but I couldn't help that. He was a very placid man and hadn't been able to get an arousal for quite a nu...
Jennifer had always wanted to live out in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. She often dreamed of sitting on the veranda of a homestead, looking down into the valleys on late afternoons when the cool breeze would refresh the land. She had discussed this with her husband on many occasions, only to be told "You're dreaming, girl....
Once showered and rested we chatted for ages, telling each other about our lives, family lives and sex lives. Geoff and Mags had three kids and now had four grandchildren too. They came from a seaside town in Yorkshire, England (Scarborough). I told them my hubby was originally from not far away in the North East of England (Newcastle Upon Tyne). We remai...
This is a continuation of my first story "The Beginning". Thanks to all the feedback. I have tried to improve.. Please keep your comments coming.. The other guys then one by one colored my face and in return I put color on them. There were 5-6 of them, and a few were bold enough to go beyond my neck. I was a little taken aback, but for some reason extreme...