"Let's get out of here," Amal Abdirahman said softly, and Haika Livni nodded in agreement, disgusted by what she'd just heard on the bus. The older Arab man sitting across from them looked angrily at the two young gay men, one black and one white, who got on the 95 bus at Tunney's Pasture Station, hand in hand, and shook his head, apparently disturbed by wha...
Arabella had just dumped her load of cum into the womanizing construction worker's belly, out of his noses and over his face after making him suck her cock in front of his co-workers. She made her way home and found her bestie waiting. "What took you so long? Did you forget that we were supposed to study for the biology test?" "Oh, sorry, Caroline. I got...
Twenty-Second Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales December 31, 1999, was an unseasonably warm end to the old millenium. The hot winds that stream down off the mountains to the east had lingered longer into the season than usual, preventing the cooling Pacific Ocean breezes from entering the valley from the west. The cold, damp, miserable stor...
It was this New Year following our escapades of last summer (see 'Making Hay', Ch 1-3) that our next adventure began. My wife, Jen, is now forty-five but really does look ten years younger with her slim toned body, great legs, wonderful shapely arse and perky 'C' cup breasts. She still wears her dark hair cut quite short and has a clear fine-looking face wit...
I lived in a village in England when I was eighteen and still at school. I lived with my parents and was known to many people in the village. On Saturdays I did my job delivering groceries to houses on my trade bike and ran errands for people. I was sex mad, fancied every woman in sight and in particular older women. My friend's mothers, neighbours, and my p...
Hands. Strong, wet and slippery hands. Pulling, tugging, probing her places. How many hands, 4?, no 6. Oh god, 8 pair of hands, everywhere. Pulling hair, around her throat, fingers in her mouth, and fingers in her g-string. How did she get here how did she let this happen. Why did she let this happen? Did she want it to stop! Yes, no, NO! The conseq...
In the Beginning Ch 03 On to Phoenix I rode. I took the same route that Sweetness and I took down to Las Cruces. Instead of taking I-25 up to Hatch, I decided to take SH-185 that runs parallel to I-25 then SH-187 up to Caballo. Riding over to Santa Clara on SH-152 catching US-180 to SH-211 to detour through Gila then back out to US-180 and past Buckhorn and...
Day one It's actually Day Two. Yesterday doesn't count. Yesterday they told me to keep a journal. To write down how I'm feeling. To 'share'. They tell me I've been here two weeks. I'm sure they're lying. That's how I feel. That's what I'm going to 'share'. I don't know why I'm here. I'm not insane. I'm not crazy. I've seen some crazy people here. I'm not...
A cuntmobile, the man says. A cuntmobile; the word echoed in his mind, banishing sleep. Sean Snowcroft got up quietly. His driver was asleep and the cool air of the summer night flowed over his bed from his open window to the crack under the door. He swung his legs high and dropped them into the boots standing there, stood up low, snagged the loops of the b...
Sheba awoke, a bit out of sorts. She hadn't remembered nodding off. Or maybe passing out was a more accurate description, she thought. However, she did know why she had drifted off. The cushion she had been sitting on was now coated with a layer of her juices, her skin had a sheen of drying sweat and her pussy felt as if it had just run a marathon. She remem...