I had lived next door to Nafula for over ten years. Originally from Kenya, she had been met her future husband Ken whilst he was vacationing in Africa some ten years previously and then moved back to England with him in the early nineties. We had all been friends for a long time, dining at each other's houses quite regularly and even sharing a holiday togeth...
Who doesn't like a handyman, especially one with an Irish accent? I don't know what I was thinking. I really don't. I had told myself after the sex filled day with Dave, I needed to stop. I had to stop having sex with men just because I felt like it. I thought it was wrong of me to treat men like objects. The only thing is, they didn't seem to mind it. Go f...
Julie sat nervously in the dressing room of the church putting the finishing touches on her bridal outfit. In less than an hour she was getting married to a smart, gentle, kind and caring man. In fact John was everything most women could want in a husband. There was only one problem. Julie wasn't most women. She had a secret. John thought he was marring a...
Gebriele Winder sat in a quiet booth towards the back of Sacker’s, a local Bar and Grill just outside her home town of Plainview Arkansas, near Nimrod Lake. It was the 23rd of August the time was 8:30, she knew the ritual, this was the sixth year in a row she had sat in this booth and waited, waited for the clock to strike 8:39 so she could tell him all abou...
My girl friend, Tara believes that she should tell her story as well. She says that my story “_______” does not capture the real womanly view on the matter. Also, she insists that I fucked her many more times on that day. In many more positions. I appear to have forgotten. May be I did. The fact is, I enjoyed fucking her. She may have counted the number of p...
Hi friends, my name is Saheb Sahebji. I am a commercial artist by profession. Some years back when I had some time on my hands I decided to take a holiday to Vancouver, Canada. I was to fly to Kuala Lumpur and after a night's stop there continue to Vancouver via Taiwan. On the flight I was seated next to a very pretty young girl. I found out that her name...
I lived in Rhode Island until I graduated college. When I was a teenager, I worked in the boatyards sanding, painting and fixing rigging. As the years went by I made a decent living out of antique yacht restoration. I'd since moved out of state and found new work, but a decade later an old boss made me a great offer. I found myself back in Rhode Island for a...
"Holi hai!!" On this full moon day only three years into the new millennium, a small village near the town of Jaunpur 760 kms south-east of Delhi, began its celebrations of the Holi festival just like thousands of other villages and town and cities in northern India. Just like they had done since circa 300 BC. A little after the crack of dawn, children ran o...
Hi, Katie again. I want to tell you a story about a boy I know named Jason Goldman. Jason and I met each other when we were in Mrs. Lipton’s 2nd grade class, which now is about 10 years ago. We were friends in those days, since we lived on the same street, and our parents knew each other. Mr. Goldman taught political science at a near by University, and I...
Twelve months ago, I walked into an interesting-looking lingerie boutique in an upscale part of the city. Someone had told me it specialized in bras and swimwear for women. I wear a 34B size bra. I wasn’t exactly buxom but still finding a good sexy bra wasn’t easy. So it was a thrill to finally find a shop like, ‘Curves.’ This incidentally was the same place...