"Unh Unh Unh Unh!!" The moans rang out in my ears. Because they were uttered right next to my ear. The enthusiastic Anna was riding me like a bronco on that small couch, making it creak. And with her cunt muscles, was tightly clasping and unclasping my dick with an expertise I admired. This was easily the best sex of my life, and within a few minutes, I was...
Tanner and I were shaking with fear for our wives and we had no idea what to do. If we'd gone to security or the police, they'd just tell us there wasn't anything they could do, then laugh at us as soon as we were out of sight. What they wouldn't understand is that this whole thing is something our women didn't want to do in the first place and we still had...
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The sun was nonexistent. It had been over a week since there had been any dry weather. Andrew looked out his office window, mesmerized by the rain drops sliding down the pane. How he hated the rain. It wasn't unusual to have rain. But Denver had been in a drought for the past 5 years. He had gotten used to no rain. He liked no rain. He didn't own an umbrella...
...I'd got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: "All right then, I'll go to hell." —Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn *** I was still on my knees when Beetlesmith began a new conversation. "Hell is neither here nor there for now. Those ends are some di...
Cast of Characters Princess Prissy – a prissy princess Lenore the whore – a whore named Lenore Burly Tattoo/Piercing Artist – a burly bearded man who is a tattoo and piercing artist Narrator – a person who narrates Scene: A street Princess Prissy approaches Lenore the whore. Princess is wearing a modest white blouse and a dark skirt with practical pumps....
I am Pamela from South Africa. I've been married for 15 years in a fairly good marriage to a good man. Truth be told, what starts off as idyllic does lose its shine as time passes, as we get older. One can perhaps say that time allows subdued and subconscious instincts to drift closer to the surface... Dawning on you slowly or suddenly at times. Having been...
Susan came in wearing sunglass and her vinyl jacket. I'd asked her to wear the jacket, the glasses she did on her own. Asked was probably too light a term, it had been clear I expected her to wear the vinyl. She didn't have much else on, high heels that matched and that was it. All it would take would be untying the belt and she'd be bared, exposed, open to...
Whore, n: A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: a prostitute; a promiscuous or immoral woman. He called me a whore. Whether I was or not is a matter of semantics. I was an unfaithful wife, not for money, and not with many, but with one, the one who found me at my weakest. The one who meant less than nothing. He took advantage, as did I. He paid no...