Saturday Saturday began bright and early, but I was sound asleep. I had gotten in late and was still very tired. I woke up at the crack of noon. The sunshine was annoyingly bright through the window. Emily was sleeping beside me, dead to the world. This time, we were both naked. The naughty little thrill that gave me prevented me from going back to sleep. G...
"Haven't seen tits this big all week," grumbled the janitor to himself. And that was saying alot, considering the heavy workload that Jacob Renquist was putting in lately. Back when the 50-something bluecolloar wage-slave had just started this gig, the worst he had to clean up was graffitti, and dried-up wads of gum. But those day were gone forever. The dor...
That Friday night was a long night. And yet it went by so fast. Now I'll be able to last, she says. How long did she expect us to go at it? That was an obvious question. Until her pussy broke. Insatiable is an understatement. She didn't so much have a "sex drive" as a "sex cross-country-haul". That is to say, she really liked the dick. And I was starting...
For two months following my Las Vegas adventure with Alex, I heard only occasionally from him but without an invitation to visit. The only man I'd fucked in those months was my husband, so the fantasy of being with Alex had built up in my mind to become a burning lust. Thus, I nearly leapt from my chair when he called and finally asked "how would you like to...
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My name is Amy; my husband's name at the start of this story was Alan; our histories since birth and details about our appearances are unimportant. All that is relevant is that at the start of this story we'd been married five years, as far as I'm concerned our marriage was between good and very good, I'm between and eight and a nine on the female hotness sc...
Not much happening around the homestead, except for just trying to stay alive. But The wife and I headed off for one of our week long trips to Reno. We try to go twice a year, and it had been well over a year since we could. This isn't actually a story, or even erotic really, it is more of a collection of events and how our week down there went. Both of us...
One must love road trips. I know I do. Fate also has the most amazing way of showing you that even though you have it all figured out, there are certain things which can occur that are beyond even your wildest fantasy. I was driving down the road, coming home from a particularly horrible day at work. In the hazy mist of a cruel evening, something jumpe...
Richard "Right here, Richard. Over here." Photographs barked orders for me to turn in every way they wanted. Lights blinded me from every angle, but I couldn't shield my eyes because the pictures wouldn't come out the way my agent wanted them to. Doing as requested of me, I stood in the center if the oddly pink carpet, flashing my killer smile for the mas...
Filipe had always yearned to wear satin knickers. He loved the idea of wearing tight, little briefs made of sensuous silky material. He simply could not see why boys should not be able to wear silks or satins instead of plain cotton. But at home he had no opportunity to satisfy his desires. His mother would be sure to find any illicit underwear and then ther...