This one was with a young maid we had working at my maternal uncle's house. Her name was Sandhya. She had started working at my uncle's place right from the young age ; where they brought her up as though their own daughter. She was the same age as me, or a couple months younger to me, so we actually grew up together. I used to visit my uncle's place very fr...
[These two stories have virtually nothing in common but their category, which is why they make a nice contrast -- the darkened play room, the brightly sunlit grass.] Good For One Thing "Men are only good for one thing," I explained to June. The pretty blonde crinkled her brow. "But I thought you were independently wealthy," she said after a moment of thin...
There she stood, eggs in her gorgeous hair (which she'd just washed that morning - why had she thought she needed to loo nice for him?), custard in her top, eggs in her bra and bean in her panties... She couldn't believe that the fantasy she'd had for so long was finally coming true, and was even better than her wildest dreams. Henry was now stood in front...
"Where's Cameron?" Cinnamon asks. "In the showers, said something about it being a long day." It had been a long day. Cinnamon and Cameron had been at a meeting at a photographic studio with enough bikini clad models to put Baywatch to shame. Neither of them was sure why a company such as theirs would need publicity when all that had to do was put a half-n...
We're sitting at a bar in some trendy restaurant down town, waiting for our table. I sip daintily at my Cosmopolitan looking at the muted reflection of us in the mirror behind the rows of matching bottles. I glance over at you, thinking again how lucky I am. Your generous lips curve into a seductive smile as you notice my gaze. You turn slightly raising one...
Monday, June 14, 2004 When Axelle woke up the next morning, Henri was lying next to her. He was sleeping like a baby - a baby that was tired from fucking another woman. Axelle had known that was going to happen when she left the living room, and didn't mind. Henri had told her it was a fantasy of his to be in a threesome involving two men and a woman. Many...
Mona woke up with an uneasy feeling the next day. Something had not been as she thought it should be. Her pussy was red and swollen from the obvious pounding she had taken and her ass was certainly sore too. Something had happened, but why had she woken up at home? Why wasn't her man more surprised to find her lying naked in the pool of urine? And more impor...
One of the big events of the year—at least for those participating—at the high school in New Jersey where I work as an English teacher is the annual trip to Paris for the French Club, which is composed of students who have taken French for two or more years. The cost of the six-day trip in May after all the student discounts is around $1,000 each, which is...
CJ was like hundreds of other young black men in the cities across the country. He went to school, got decent grades, played on the high school sports teams, and had a pretty girlfriend, and thought about sex ever 4 seconds. Where CJ differed from the norm, was in what he was thinking about. CJ was introduced to sex very early by a babysitter with emotional...
Mummy Belinda Beynon was now in complete control, as she pushed my pram down the road. I snuggled against my satin sheets and was very content. Mummy Belinda removed my dummy every five minutes, wetting it with her saliva, before putting it back into my mouth. Staring up into Mummy Belinda's pretty face, was a dream come true. She would tease me, by blowing...