Authors note: Sadly, this story is basically true, with details modified to protect or enhance the story. I am left wondering: did I lose Darcy or never have her? ---------- Are You My Darcy? I lost her - my Darcy. Not like losing a pen or car keys. I had Darcy and I lost her. Maybe if I describe her you can help me find her again... Darcy is a should...
For those of you who want wet, animal like sex, I think you need to move to another story. This is my true love story, and it happened just like I'm telling it. It took me about 3 weeks to realize, my life was a real mess. I had left my wife and moved out, but I was hardly alone, you see my 14 year old daughter, and my dog came with me. But in a real way I...
You were coming out of the gym and I wasn't watching where I was going. Our bodies slammed into each other and I fell. The heel of my shoe stuck in the grate near the curb and sent me sprawling. There I lay my skirt riding high on my thighs. The lacy tops of my stockings peeking out below the hem of my skirt. The top two buttons of my blouse opened and expos...
I always heard that being 18 was fun. All the girls, parties and sex you could imagine, but not for me. My school years were spent cooked up indoors with my nose in a book. I didn't care for sports or exercise, mainly because I was never good and always got complaints when I tried. I adored reading though, as well as the ladies. I say ladies when in reality...
"Hey big boy, want to have a good time?" I couldn't believe it. Here was one of the people I was to guard against, propositioning me! As security chief for the Edgewater Casino in Las Vegas, one of my jobs was to hold the hookers down to a dull roar. As part of the service to our customers, we tolerated a few of the nicer ones and even encouraged some of...
The old, wooden floorboards shivered with the added weight of the scurrying feet. The feet belonged to an aspiring, yet starving, artist named Claire. Claire was always known to be the artistic type. Even in school where trend-setting and fashion-followers became the “norm” Claire always seemed to show she was an individual. Usually dressed in some sort of b...
I inhale deeply; the air is crisp and clean. A cold snowy winter playground surrounds us; moonlight shining upon the otherwise dark forest. The nearby lake is frozen, jagged boulders slicing through the ice. We walk very aware we are alone in this winter wonderland. The silence is peaceful as I sit down and listen to nature. Always one to embrace opportunity...
"Can the young Lady assist me?" You jumped and looked at me. Later you would tell me that my brown eyes had pierced you to your soul and that you felt your soul reach towards me. I felt your passion and desire even though all I saw a prim and proper woman with her friends. I had seen you before and had desired you. Flushing furiously you nodded and rose. "...
It was really hot and humid that May, thunderstorms were an almost daily occurrence. We never cared, Val and I. We liked it better when it was raining. That weekend, like so many others we were hanging out at her house. One of her sisters argued loudly with her father about something or other. "Let's get out of here," Val said turning to me, her pale face...
I am doing laundry. Swish, swish, swish and you sneak up behind me. Mmmmm... While I am doing laundry...Oh! Yes...I bend over picking up the clothes...I am wearing a new skirt with new lace panties...little V neck shirt...satin matching bra...nice image I'm sure. YOU say "Ooo! Ooo! Bent over like that you ARE asking for it!" And I say, "Yes, then give it to...