"Hurry up or we're going to be late pinky!" my voluptuous, BBW wife yelled from the front door. I struggled under the weight of her huge gym bag making my way towards her. Pattie looked especially gorgeous today dressed in a black leotard sans bra, black pantyhose that I knew were crotch less and a cute black skirt all topped off by a pair of black high he...
Author's Note: This will be a continuing series, as long as people are interested. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Katy waddled in to kitchen, wrapping a towel around her hair as hummed quietly to herself. She and Dave had taken quite a lengthy shower after their morning fuck session, helped by another quick fuck unde...
She had never done anything like this before. Ever. She had never even thought about it -- well, that wasn't entirely true. She had thought about it, and if she was honest, she probably had thought about it a lot. But just as a fantasy, an impossible fantasy that she never dared even whisper to herself. 1. Her husband had. She remembered -- he had been...
Arriving at our first ever desert marathon was good fun. We brought my wife Jenna's best friend (and her occasional lover) Helen with us. We three knew what the running and training was about, even if the exciting clothing-optional training element was new to us. The September timing meant very warm days and cold nights. We had about a hundred square kilomet...
Bantu grinned as Krynolyn motioned excitedly for him to follow her into her considerable back yard. Krynolyn was sweet, but a little controlling for a girl who purported to be a submissive. She was from a big political family in Buttermilk Falls, a family with a considerable amount of money, and she herself worked as a yoga instructor. "On personal yachts....
Note: all characters are at least 18 years old. ***** Matthew knocked on the back door of his neighbor's house before realising it was unlocked. He pushed it open and entered the house. "Hello. Ava", he called. Matthew was home alone, bored and horny, so he decided to call into his neighbor Ava. He had fucked Ava dozens of times over the summer as they w...
"Ouch!" I cried. "That hurts, does it?" replied my chiropractor, a concerned look on his face. "Sure does, doc, I...ouch!" "There too? Gosh, you've really wrenched your back, son. How'd you do it?" "Well, I...you see...my wife wanted to...that is we wanted to try..." "You didn't try fucking in the 'wheelbarrow' position did you?" He said, cocking one ey...
The next morning the young bride woke up feeling rested and refreshed, especially considering how hammered she had gotten the night before. The only symptom was a nagging headache. Ava looked over at her snoring husband and noticed that his shriveled cock looked a little bruised. Ava assumed that he had wracked himself at some point during his drunken stupor...
So, it's quarter to six and I'm finishing up my Saturday morning jog through the park when I hear the whistle--and when I say whistle, I'm referring to a classic cat-call, perfectly executed, that pierces the early morning fog like a spotlight aimed straight at my ass. "Lookin' good!" I spin without slowing and flash a middle finger at my ogler, shirtless...
Note- This is completely made up by me and has no basis in the truth whatsoever. As far as I know. xxx There is no question that a failed marriage sucks. And when the breakup makes front page news it sucks even more. Jennifer Aniston was now divorced twice, the second just recently, although the relationship had been rocky for some time. After such a brea...