She had just turned 18 and her family had just moved to a new town. It was always difficult for her moving to a new place because she didn't make friends easily, but this time was different. She had been in school for a week when she met Nicky. Nicky was the typical cheerleader type. Tall, with brunette hair to the middle of her back and gorgeous breasts, 34...
"God, Janis! I can't believe how beautiful your tits are!" I couldn't help it but my pregnant wife's tits were the best thing I'd seen in years, even better than the porn mags I kept under the sink. I moved closer behind her, watching her stroke her eyelashes with mascara while my hands slipped underneath her arms, sliding under her boobs, cupping and squee...
"So who's Lois?" She asked, returning with a second round of drinks and some change for the pool table. "You rack 'em. This dress..." She let the sentence hang in the air like a tantalizing whiff of perfume that instantly reminds you of a long forgotten encounter. And her hem was rather high. And where the pool balls came out was rather low. I racked them u...
As Marcus Lucien's thick Haitian dick worked its way into my asshole, I found myself wondering if one can ever truly be prepared for anal sex. My name is Aamina Tilahun. My devotees and slaves call me Mistress Ethiopia, because I'm the only Ethiopian dominatrix out there in the world of BDSM. I'm a tall young Black woman originally from Gondar City, Republic...
An unexpected business trip brought me back to the area where I grew up, the Philadelphia Main Line. I called a couple friends but none were around and so I thought it might be fun to visit one of the nicer haunts where my friends and I used to drink when home from college. It had been 20 years since we were trying to score in this place and except for a n...
Our playing has gotten to the point where it seems to intermingle with our regular lives. What's comforting, erotic, and still takes some adjustment is how quickly and easily we're able to shift roles during the course of the day. Even in mid-conversation, the ebb and flow of roles has become amazingly fluid. In public where we have to play things down, we s...
If you have begun reading my story at this chapter, there are a few details you ought to know. My name is Peggy, but my college friends all call me Pygmy. I'm not just petite; at 19 I'm darn near child-like. I decided to use my Lolita looks to make a pile of cash on the Internet with some interesting results. For one thing, my Dad has horned in on my busines...
How has my life sunk to this, I was 52, had a good job, everything was going great, I'd had a couple of younger lovers, life was pretty good. Then a bombshell, the top brass resign and a new CEO is appointed who clearly is going to shut my section down. It didn't take him long either within 6 months redundant with time on my hands. Yeah it was fun at first,...
Walking through the Florida Mall one afternoon with my wife and Nancy, our youngest daughter, I happened to notice a number of people, particularly men, who stopped and stared at Gigi. Now Gigi is quite deserving of a long stare; her full bust, her rounded hips and those lovely legs in a mini-skirt attract a lot of attention. With their mouths hanging half o...
I had been sent to a boarding school some 200 miles from home where I had a good education and a lot of fun. On this particular day we had no afternoon sports so I decided to go down town by myself wondering if I would have the nerve to buy another girlie magazine I always found this so nerve wracking and embarrassing but there again it was always great wan...