My mother had gone shopping. I expected her to be gone at least an hour, maybe two, but at least one. She was having a diner party on Saturday evening for three or four of her best girlfriends where they would sit around, drink wine and whine about how badly they had been mistreated by their, here fill in the blanks, husbands, boyfriends, brothers, fathers,...
Jackson got home and immediately curled up in bed. He didn't want to move for the rest of the weekend. He'd finally worked up the courage to ask a co-worker out at work. She politely rejected the invitation. Then later on in the day, Jackson spotted her flirting with some musclebound blockhead. Seeing that was like having hot coals dumped over his head. Twe...
The third part of the story about Sammy the beautiful sexy Venezuelan girl that had come to share the apartment that I lived in, in Spain. Sammy's Panties and Sammy's Panties Part. 02 precede this story in content. Finally, in Part. 03 my fascination with her lingerie and her naughty ways come to collide for our mutual pleasure. I found my way out of the hy...
Over the next week or so I didn't get to see too much of Mary or Meg. Our schedules just didn't work out, I even think Mary had an away volleyball game and wasn't in the room for a few days. Having said that I definitely noticed changes in Mary since our little adventure in the shower. When I wake up in the morning now and look over at Mary sleeping in her...
There are few things that I love more than women's sports. Not for the competition, mind you. Not for the freedom it embodies, either. Not for the excitement or the love of the game. No, I like it solely for the sex appeal. There is nothing that gets me, as a man, more aroused than the bodies of women, their bodies glistening with sweat, their uniforms tight...
Bobby Phillips was an eager young man of 20, working his way through college, picking up summer jobs at any place he could, mowing lawns, moving furniture, fixing things around houses in the upscale neighborhood near his, one a little more downtrodden on the other side of town. He got work by word of mouth mostly. That's how he found himself in Beth Atkins...
I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
Nicole Stamson was a goddess. Or at least she thought she was. Nicole was a stunning, 22 year old brunette beauty. Tall, athletic, and with a feminine strut, she was nearly untouchable. Of course genetics helped. Her mother was a beauty queen in her day, winning pageants across the state. Her father was the President of the University and a ruggedly handsome...
This is the continuation of the story "How I became a Filthy Tranny Slave" where a young man who lives out his fantasy of dressings as a transvestite and being defiled is abducted Ch. 02: Tranny Slave Is Imprisoned When I woke up from my drug induced coma it took a few minutes to adjust and analyze my new setting. It feels like I had been out for days, pos...
Writer's note: My muse, you are truly amazing and wondrous in your thoughts and writings. This story was inspired by you and written for all to enjoy. You've become a truly special and lifetime friend. Thank you. * * * * * It had been a few years since we first started chatting on Lit., slowly growing comfortable enough with one another to actually meet...