When Julie awoke she could tell it was late by the lack of light coming in the windows. She laid there under the covers for a few minutes, thinking about Frank and his actions as her body throbbed to life with its little aches and pains. Her scalp hurt from her head being yanked and tugged every which way while he had crammed his cock down her throat, shovin...
It had been a while since I had seen her. Three years to be exact. Her brother and I played on the high school football team. He was the quarterback and I was the wide receiver. We were a good team and went to the state championship. After the games she was always giving me the eye. When I left she was just fifteen. I always wanted to fuck her, but my friend...
We had been out for the night in Malaga with our new [holiday] friends who were renting the neighbouring villa to ours within a private complex. We had consumed a fair amount of booze... some of us more than the others... and were now arriving back at our villa for a night cap... well except poor Kerry who was worse for wear and was put to bed by Steve first...
My fiancé, Sue and I went on one of my many business trips I have each year. She had some time off from her job as a legal secretary and my room was booked and paid for by the company, so we saw it as a way of vacationing together while holding down the expenses. Instead of flying to our destination for the three day conference, we made a week of it by drivi...
The ex and I had gone through a long dry spell. And that's even though she's my ex! Actually, our relationship worked better when we were fuck buddies, and not married. We had a tendency to let loose together, and not judge at that point. She got to hear all my fantasies, and I got to hear hers. That's where things got back on track, so to speak. One nig...
Although I'm sure that you may have read or heard the story of King Midas and the golden touch once or twice before, I assure you that the version that you saw in your dog-eared children's storybooks, covered with hand prints of strawberry jam, or the version that tumbled from the pursed lips of your third-grade teacher, whose polyester skirt hissed and slit...
"Get up," Robin said. "For what?" Cynthia groaned. "It's Sunday," Robin said, "or did you drink and fuck away your memory of Friday?" Cyn groaned. She definitely had a hangover and didn't want to deal with the new imperious, challenging Robin. Then her words registered and Cyn's memory returned; she'd followed her roommate out to find out where she wen...
I'm at the movies, by myself, as usual. It's not that I can't find anyone to go with me; it's that most of the time, I don't ask. I like being here alone. I like the dark, and the quiet, and the smell of buttered popcorn und dust, and the soft seats. I like that you have to set your phone to silent; in fact, I luxuriate in turning mine off entirely and kno...
"Sunni, the take away arrived." Lyla called through the bedroom door. "I'll be out in a second!" Snapped Sunni. "What is up with her lately," Lyla thought to herself, "She has been acting so fucking weird." She emptied the food from the containers onto plates and poured two glasses of wine. This girls catch up was long overdue, ever since the fuck up at t...
When you reach your 60's, the one day you tend to dread is your birthday. Not a fun day as when younger. Even though you can't help but be thankful to have made it another year, it's a reminder you're getting ever closer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With that said, for my birthday my husband Walter would most likely take me out for dinner with...