Lisa reflected on her two straight days of some of the wildest sex she had ever experienced as she rode her bike in the cool of a Southern California morning. On Saturday her husband Hugh had crossed the final line. He had cancelled a second honeymoon they had planned to go to New York on business after cancelling way too many special dates and evenings befo...
It was Saturday night and Susie looked sensational, as usual. She was wearing a very thin, see-thru top with a wonderfully short skirt. She loved to wear skirts that were so short that when she walked it would flip up in the back to reveal a bit of her ass and panties to everyone who looked. I loved her short skirts because when my hands would brush her cr...
//////////////// We join up with the girls after they finish cutting their first video into 3 videos for the site. //////////////// "Well done Jennifer." Steph looks over to Jennifer and exclaims. "I think it's pretty great for two amateur girls," Jennifer says back as they look at their site. Steph had just finished the last of an endless stream of det...
Stripper Part 1 Last year when I visited her I ended up going to a strip club one night. Actually I went to two. The first one was just horrible, so I quickly left, then I tried one more before going back to the hotel, and it paid off. I ended up in a private room with a stripper. She was smart, funny and hot. After some discussion it turned out that, whil...
It's not easy being a guard in the prison where your best friend is serving time on a drug rap. He had served three years and was now up for parole. He had a clean prison record and the promise of a job on the outside. It wouldn't pay as much as his old job at the auto plant, but it was a good job, provided by a football fan who remembered Lester Vernon as t...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. Sarah Palin, Sex & Valentine's Day The Alaskan ex-governor and a writer make a love connection on Valentine's Day. For the record, I'm not a serial killer in the way that Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber, was or a survivalist living in the forest by Walden Pond in the way of Henry David Thoreau. I'm not ev...
Contrary to her name, Sandy had long, brunette hair. She was a little over 5 feet tall, and very skinny and petite. She lived in a pretty normal neighborhood, filled with traditional families with traditional parents and usually around 2 or 3 kids. There were a few singles in the neighborhood like her, but only a few. The moms in the neighborhood were pretty...
Contrary to her name, Sandy had long, brunette hair. She was a little over 5 feet tall, and very skinny and petite. She lived in a pretty normal neighborhood, filled with traditional families with traditional parents and usually around 2 or 3 kids. There were a few singles in the neighborhood like her, but only a few. The moms in the neighborhood were pretty...
I first recognized her when I saw her leg tattoo. She had a multicolored sketch of dragon lilies along her right thigh, which I could clearly see since she was wearing black, skin-tight boyshort swimsuit bottoms. She was standing on a wooden dock, under a cloudless blue sky, staring down at her cell phone in a pair of mirrored sunglasses. I had never seen he...
Twice a year my best friend, Jim, and I go up to my cabin in the woods to relax, talk about women we've fucked, and do little fishing. Jim's a vice cop for the Austin PD, a good looking guy that's aged very well; he's my height, 6'2" weighs a bit more 190 (I'm 180), clean shaven, and graying at the temples. My hair is all white and I have a mustache and goa...