The week after Judy went home, I got busy at work and had to go out of town for a few days. As fate would have it, Judith then had to attend a trade show, so, we did not see much of each other for a couple of weeks. I collected Judith from the airport Friday night. I helped with her bags and set them down in her apartment. "Give me a hug, Joe," she said. I w...
A young, middle-aged woman is playing games on her computer; she is not wearing much at all, just a pink bikini as it is a very hot day. She is five foot eight inches in height with an amazing figure. She has light, brown hair, which drapes down to her mid-back; you can see part of her lovely tattoo Ma'at as it very low on he r tail-bone just above her petit...
First post. Be gentle (or pull my hair!) To begin with my name is Andrew Bucklin. I'm 52 years old, 6'3", about 245 pounds, with blond hair going grey, and blue eyes which my wife compared to the deep ocean. My friends call me Andy or Buck. Anyway I was coming home from delivering a restored (and enhanced) 1992 Trans-Am when I saw them on the side of the ro...
This was the second email that I received from Scarlett and it brought me up to date on her latest adventure. From: Scarlett To: Just Plain Bob Sent: Sunday, September 10, 2006 1:04 PM Subject: Last night Dear JPB - I was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a glass of red wine and trying to figure out what I wanted to fix for dinner when Mike called m...
This story continues on from a window into Abby's slutty past (part 1). Mark and Chris have just left after fucking my wife Abby when she answers a call from Dave and tells him to come over. "Who is Dave? And why is he coming over at 1am in the morning?" Abby looked at me mischievously and smiled. "Dave is an old friend of mine who I haven't seen since...
let me know if you like this story...and if you want to exchange e-mail fantasies, also let me know you know what i like ;) I was sitting in the living room reading a magazine when the doorbell rang. It was Candy. She was wearing the same little pink shorts as the other day, but this time she had on a black t-shirt that had Sugar written on it in silver let...
This is my story of how college changed me forever, in ways I could never have anticipated before. My name is Priya and I was always your typical South Indian girl, with traditional parents and an even more traditional approach to boys and in particular, to sex. I had always thought I would find one nice decent guy and wait with him until our marriage day un...
As usual, getting ready for her master's evening arrival had made her pussy wet and her nipples hard. He had been right. "He's always right," she whispered to herself as she examined her reflection in the full-length mirror in their bedroom. She could see how the stay-up sheer, smooth, flesh-toned stockings made her shapely legs appear perfect and were comfo...
Julie looked around at the party that was in full swing. "Full swing" apparently meant ten or so people, off in a room, playing some board game, yelling that one person was a government agent and not to be trusted. She looked in the mirror that was in the hallway. "Dammit, I look cute tonight too," she said, judging her reflection. Julie had barely made an...
Chapter 0: Context Author's Note: This is one hundred percent fiction and there will be no happy endings. I couldn't say exactly what it was that happened in my head that I would allow myself to come to the situation I currently find myself in. Curiosity certainly was a factor; a sense of emotional wanderlust -- if I wanted to get philosophical -- wouldn'...