To my way of thinking, there is no better way to wake up in the morning than to feel the dawn light gently caressing your face. It was the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains at my window that woke me and my mind was still in a haze as I stretched... and came in contact with someone else. Instantly I was wide-awake. "Good morning," Bryan said....
As I drove into the parking lot, and noticed the tricked out 1950s low-riders, and the young, tattooed flesh, I immediately felt hot and foolish. My only friend who had an interest in this scene was out-of-town. No one else was crazy enough to come with me. I was totally alone. There was no one my age in sight. Apparently, all I would have in common with th...
Note - This story is an Indianization of a story I read several years ago. I have changed the basic details and altered the plot slightly. The characters used in this story are Yashodhara and Ajit from my story series Indian Wife's Descent and the events here happen a couple of years after it. It is not necessary to read that series to follow this one, but i...
It was a rain by the bucket full winter and concrete tracks for the golf carts were few so the Beaconsfield Golf Club course committee finally banned the use of carts; they were ploughing up the water-sodden course. Older male members cheerfully stayed in the clubhouse playing cards while the younger males hired carry-bags and swung their clubs on to their...
The junior college Sam and I attended in our town started a football team a few years ago and we have supported the team and attended every home game since. Sam has been an active volunteer and has helped raise a lot of money for the program. Earlier this year, we attended an away game for the first time and after the team won big against a much higher rated...
15 years ago my ex girl friend Kelly taught me to love cum. I was a naughty married 40 year old and she was an experienced 47-year-old whore. I knew when we started dating that she was a slut and didn't bother me, it actually added to the excitement. One night I arrived at her home around 9pm. I let myself in her house and met her in the bedroom where she w...
I pushed my hand into Sandra’s shiny black leggings and cupped her big, beautiful arse. I had to bend over a bit to get it down there, but that was fine because it allowed me to squeeze those beautiful tits hard up against me at the same time. I nibbled her ear and whispered: “I think we should start upstairs. It can sometimes get really dirty up there.” “...
I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect...
Part 8 – Surrender *** Warning *** Some bad things happen and some graphic violence occurs. If you do not care to read this, either stop now, or when you see violence occurring or imminent, simply skip down to the next "story break" (* * * * *). Thank you. Gwen had done as Sergei had asked, dressing in her flouncy black skirt that showed off so much of h...
Jessica and Nicole were seated in tenth row of the arena, next to the tunnel where the players traveled to reach the court from their locker rooms. The basketball game was at half time and they were waiting for the players to return to the court. In particular, the player they came to see was Malcolm Kelly. He was a 6 foot 6 inch tall forward for the Univer...