Chapter Two: Hippy Host The next morning, Valia awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She stumbled out of bed onto sore legs, groaning in pain as she made her way to the door. "Shit, all that bouncing yesterday messed me up," she cried, massaging her left breast under her shirt. "Ahh, man," she moaned as a warm sensation shot through her body, sending h...
"For Lisa" I cheated on my (now ex) wife many times over the years due to a range of reasons. At about 23 I wasn't having a good time at home with my soon to be wife. We had a baby coming and I was depressed. I didn't want to be with her and I didn't want a baby with her. I felt trapped. This is the second story in a series of my sexual adventures as a you...
THE BIKER PARTY On my way home from work, I stopped at the local Burger Barn and picked up a bag of sandwiches for supper. I'd owned my old 1950 Harley Hydra Glide a couple of years by then. Bought it and a nearly new black Mustang fastback in 1965. So I'm guessing this was 1967, making me 28. 1949 or 1950 was the first year for hydraulic forks and 1950...
Stacy idly thumbed through the comic book, sorry *graphic-novel*, trying to find where she had left off. When had she become such a nerd?! Bowing to Peter’s complaints on defining one picture book from another even inside her own head! Still, she had to admit, the storyline was pretty good. It explored a lot more interesting and explicit ideas than the sort...
Despite the windows being down the car seemed to fill up with the stink of Jake's piss. Lauren felt it coating her chest and face, she had the horrid taste in her mouth, she felt disgusting. Fuck this asshole, she thought to herself, Fucking presumptuous asshole. They arrived at Jake's rented house. He shared it with two roommates - John, a part-time studen...
"Dey!" Dey sat up. Somehow, during the night, she had managed to get her panties on her face while tossing and turning. She shook her head and her panties hit the lap. She spent a few moments wondering if she should get back into bed. For the past three days, the Enterprise had been making its way across the Atlantic ocean, heading straight for the southern...
Jim Bob Jones was a true "good old boy" and fairly typical example of that uniquely American species Rutilius Collum (Redneck). He loved three things: Hunting, Fishing and Pussy, and pretty much in that order. His rugged good looks made sure he never wanted for Pussy and when not outdoors hunting and fishing, he was usually chasing skirt down at his local wa...
The first thing to say about this story is that is entirely true, apart from the names which have been changed. I’m an Englishman in my early thirties who is fortunate enough to have been in a relationship with my girlfriend for nearly five years. Frances is thirty, five feet tall, long dark hair, brown eyes and a size ten figure with 34 C breasts. She has...
September 6, 1965 My Darling Paul, I can't believe it's only been two days since you left I miss you so much already. I know I told you I'd be brave while you're in school but it's already too much for me to bear. I will surly die if I can't see you before Christmas, isn't there some way we can be together before then? I hope you enjoyed my present to you...
Chapter Three - From the perspective of Alex I opened the web browser and went to CL.com. I'd already thought through our scene friends and none seemed like the right fit for Sarah's training tonight. Some newbies might be fun to play with. But it had to be a challenge, or it would be a boring swing session. We aren't swingers. I hated the pretend submissi...