Babita: Hi, my name is Babita (30). I would like to get few blouses stitched. Tailor: Surely Madam. I'm a professional ladies' tailor(32) and owner of this shop. Babita: I and my husband are new to this city. As I was not aware of any tailor, my friend recommended you. Tailor: You've come to the right place. So, tell me what can I do for you? Babita: I'v...
I had always been attracted to older women – I think it was something to do with the taboo of it all. The objects of my desire were usually friends of my mothers, my mates' moms, my aunty was pretty sexy and so were several of the supermarket checkout women. The thing was I was only 18 and these women were all well into their fifties. They were always marri...
It was a breezy summer day, slightly overcast but perfect weather for working in the yard. Being a fair skinned ginger, I like to avoid harsh rays when I can. I was out weeding my flower bed and dead set on getting some color into my landscape. As I worked, I heard voices coming from my neighbor's yard. I peered over my shoulder to see two young men of about...
Dee looked out the sliding glass door at his new wife standing at the railing on their balcony. His eyes moved over her lean runner's body, barely contained in the bikini she was wearing. He still had a hard time believing that she had married him. From the night they met she proved that she would enthusiastically join him in the adventures he wanted to shar...
It just slid into her head again like the night before. I wonder if he fucks as well as looks? She had sat with her husband around the pool bar at the hotel absorbing the chilled, relaxing feeling that only a good holiday can bring and it was topping off a day where she had lay on the beach topless for the most part letting the warmth of the sun soak through...
This is a work of fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it. I sat staring at the computer. It had taken a little research but through the all knowing and often wrong google I had finally figured out how to track which internet sites my husband visited. It had taken a little more research but I figured out his login name and password and was able to log...
I can still smell them on my skin; a heady mix of sweat and saliva. Even the subtlest of movements wafts their scent to me and makes me purr -- I feel owned; in a way still held by the beautiful boys I took into me last night. I can smell Matt on my wrists, on my thighs, on the wetness still left on these panties. My husbands' scent floats around me, woven t...
My husband and I were on a holiday near Studland in Dorset - that's in England on the south coast. There is a very long sandy beach backing on to a big expanse of sand dunes, so it's easy to find somewhere to hide away from the public gaze - well that's what I thought. Our holiday was slightly out of season so the area wasn't packed with too many visitors a...
Deborah is a real diva. She is a sexually charged wife who finds little satisfaction at home, even though her husband is devoted to her. But hubby James likes to watch, and Deborah gave him many opportunities. Deborah is a platinum blonde who, at 33, retains a very womanly shape. She is not a skinny little thing, but neither is she overweight. She is all cu...
The night of the party *** I'm pinned against the rough exterior wall of my neighbor's pool house, my hands above my head, held there by invisible restraints while his rough, calloused hands grope my breasts through the top of my sun dress. I chose this dress because it showed off my breasts, what my husband calls my best assets. My 34DD's are stuffed insid...