Walking down the hallway of this small town high school is starting to get to me. All these boys the same, country boys with their sun bleached, dirt stained jeans, mud caked cowboy boots even though they've only dreamed of being cowboys, and the dip can rings in their back pockets. Except for one boy who really stood out to me. Long black hair, chin peppere...
To answer everyone's question from pt. 1 of this story, YES! The story is TRUE! Although I was not married when this story took place, I've since found the man of my dreams and he enjoys watching me with hung black men. We've attended black&white parties, all kinds of delicious interracial fun. But those stories are for when I have time to remember them and...
Well things some times things just happen. I had been flirting relentlessly with Jason. To say the least I was in heat. I wanted to fuck him in the worst way. From the day I met him he had turned me on. His boyish good looks and shy charm where just too much and I had to have his young cock. At night I had been taking my frustrations out on my husband and...
As you open the door and I enter, you meet me with the most passionate of embraces. Not a word is spoken, for our tongues speak volumes as each the explores the other's mouth. As we step through the apartment, tongues still intertwined; your hands caress my buttocks, while mine slowly release the clasp on your bra. Our lips part for a moment as you slide you...
No. No. No, no, no! Come on! Oh, shit! Just what I DIDN'T need right now. I pulled over by the side of the dirt road, and got out of the car. I opened the hood, and a hot cloud of steam went up in my face. I stepped back, cussing. I was obviously not going anywhere in THAT car no more. I looked around. This could not have happened at any worse time. I was ou...
When he heard the side door softly creak open, his dick was hard as a rock in an instant. He knew she was close by, and had already put the dogs outside, and closed all the bedroom doors upstairs, but knowing she was actually here now was all he needed to pump the blood back to where it had been so often since she left, and he was alone in his thoughts about...
When I was bartending in college I met a lot of people, rich, poor, married, divorced young and old. One day at the grocery store I recognized an older lady from the night before that had a few drinks with her friends. We nodded at each other going down the isle, that we had indeed recognized each other. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and tank wi...
The day was just another regular sunday. We left late in the morning, running all the week's errands in one day. The drycleaner, the grocery store, the liquor store for some merlot, and then back. We laughed together, and generlly looked like the happy couple we are. We ducked, ever so briefly, into a rally for one of my clients, simply making the obligato...
Her friend Kat from uni had found herself the perfect summer job. She had to house-sit some castle in Romania and take care of the guided tours for English or German tourists there. When she had offered Emma to come stay with her for a week the dead-poor 19 year old student had jumped to the occasion. Budget flights were less than 50 euro and the local trans...
(This is for Red_Power_Borg who has made sure that I know somebody knows that I'm alive over here and for the 50 or so people who managed to take the time to vote on 5 stories. C'mon people I saw a few thousand readers is clicking the little dot really that difficult?) Bryan was standing next to an eight-foot tall paper mermaid with a cup of fruit punch in...