I awoke feeling warm sun on my face. I looked over to see the time on my bedside clock but it wasn't there. I wondered where I was, for a second. Oh yeah, I'm at a cabin. Joanna's cabin. Oh…I remembered the rest of it, what I had done last night. The smell of fresh coffee coming through the door is what finally got me up. Joanna was sitting at the table...
This is a parody... It's a fantasy... It ain't real Andrea Mitchell, the long time White House correspondent for NBC News, is sitting at her desk, taking a break from writing another report. She is a combination of bored and horny. She chews on her pen, while she decides how to handle her current situation. "Aha..." She tells herself. She gets up and stroll...
Glassy eyes periodically "stare" at me as I pass by. When I say glassy, I mean eerie shit like, no iris. Shiver. Where in the world am I? Last I remember I was walking to the car with my girlfriend from a movie talking, no, fighting about my apparent obsessiveness with increasingly crazy sexual concepts that she started to want no part of. We were at that...
After divorcing my very hot blonde wife of 29 years old, we still lived in the same two floor house for some months. We had a very tidy and calm break up, and both knew it was the right thing to do. Values were too different. So we decided that she sleep upstairs in the bedroom, and I sleep downstairs in a room with that had an open staircase between the two...
Annabelle smiled at Billy, the nervous young man before her in the living room of her large house in the upscale Boston suburbs. She stood up, slowly peeling off her executive suit, stripping down to just the sheer black nylons she wore, with garter, her trim torso naked, her slightly sagging boobs hanging over her tight belly. Her thighs shone in the dimmi...
She opened the jewel encrusted box. Inside nestled in a red velvet backing was a simple golden ring. There was some strange writing on the inside of the band. The ring seemed like it was really old. Once the ring was settled on the ring finger of her right hand she felt a mild jolt of electricity that flowed from her finger through her body. It seemed to n...
...as I hear the pool-house door squeak, I start, and looking up from the picture in my hand, my eyes struggle to adjust in the sudden bright sunlight which comes streaming across the tiled floor towards me. There is an initial moment where I'm simply confused - the realisation that someone has interrupted my fantasy sinks through the fuzzy, warm, cannabis-i...
Hi. I'm Jay. I'm very new to the world of Cuckoldry. I've fantasized so much about having my girlfriend being taken advantage of by a pervert. It finally happened. My girlfriend's name is Pam. She's 30 and I'm 35. She's adorable with short dark hair, 5'3, green eyes, soft skin, and just an angelic look, very much like the face of Jennifer Connelly. She's got...
*Part 8 of an ongoing story... After checking out of the hotel where I'd been staying for the last two months, I arrived at Carrie's house at 5:00, as agreed. Carrie's house. "My new home," I reflected as I trundled up the driveway with my two suitcases in tow. I didn't have to ring the bell this time. She was already waiting for me at the front door. "Wel...
On Thursday night, in the front seat of a four-door sedan parked outside her parent's house, Sloan was jerking off Kevin, the star running back of her high school football team. The two had just been out on a date and the young man had been pleading to have sex. "I don't put out on a first date." Sloan told him, "But I'll give you a hand job." The truth was...