To understand why the decorated Christmas tree was so out-of-place it is important to have a visual picture of where the Christmas tree was. The road leading to Bishop from Mammoth Lakes can be beautiful and austere at the same time. Mammoth Lakes is at 7,600 feet and Bishop is 4,600 feet. The drive "down" takes about 30 minutes and takes you through mostly...
Chapter One. Sir is a carpenter, he builds houses for a living and is the sole provider of our family. He is a smidge taller than average and seeing as he is in a fairly physical job all year round means he is always in tip top shape. I love running my hands all over his masculine body especially his large arms and defined abdominal muscles - even if they...
Gabrielle was an entry-level programmer at Virtual Dreams Inc., one of the fastest growing companies in the country. She wondered why the Director wanted to see her. There were rumors about a serious problem with the central processor but she had no idea what it was or what she could do about it. "Hi Gabrielle, please come in. Take a seat." "Hello Sir." T...
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To: Kimberly From: Jack RE: A Fantasy I am watching you prepare for a shower. You slowly undress revealing to me your beautiful body, every second I look at it spawns a new fantasy. You step in and I watch as your skin becomes shiny and wet, your hair is hanging down limp and your begin soaping your breasts. I am growing harder and more frustrated. I pi...
He was fucking tired. He shut the door of his apartment and locked it. He needed relief. Another hard day of work and tension. He could feel himself swell with it deep inside his pants. He needed to jack off. He quickly began stripping off his dirty, sweaty, construction worker clothes revealing a tanned, muscled body. Suddenly the room was filled with the...
It's a long way down my throat. Past my lips, across my tongue, past my palate, and then down, into my throat. I have a lot of protective reflexes to help me keep things from getting down there without my swallowing them. I have learned to control these reflexes and let at least one thing find its way down my throat any time I want, which is often. Your coc...
My wife Cindy works in the porn industry. She has been doing fuck flicks since she was nineteen years old. I met her when she was twenty-eight and we got married a year later. She is a very attractive blonde with a 36-23-35 figure she is 5’ 6’’ in height and loves to suck and fuck. Her pussy is always wet and she stays horny all the time. If she isn’t at wo...
When I was younger, I didn't realize that skin color or ethnicity made people different. I was aware that everyone looked different, but that kind of superficial difference meant nothing to me. Growing up, my neighborhood was predominantly black and Hispanic, with a small sprinkling of whites and Asians, which meant that my elementary school was as well. We...
Epilogue: Shaw, Lancashire. 1963 It had been a nice day for Susan Armstrong's funeral and the church had been packed. After the service the family and close friends had disappeared to the crematorium, while the other mourners had made their way slowly to the Green Man for the wake. The pub was almost empty and rather than wait in the restaurant for the fami...