"One… Two… Three…" Amy Haynes was doing pushups in her room. Repeat sets of 10 in her gray-pink sports bra. It did little to support her breasts and in fact made her task more of a challenge, threatening to spill her all-natural D cup tits over the carpet. She kept her legs straight like she'd learned in Cheer Squad, her pale pink toes scrunched in...
Your name is David. You are a disgustingly skinny moron who has been a huge failure at life. You lost your job, you dropped out of college, and your semi attractive girlfriend broke up with you. Your head is shaved, your armpits stink and you have proven repeatedly throughout your life to have about as much common sense as a monkey. Like all men you have an...
Reader, I will fail you. You want something from me, and I don’t have it. Maybe you want to cum, and you think I will help you, but I couldn’t care less about helping you finish. If that’s why you’re here, well, you’ll be edging the whole way through. Stop. You don’t want this. And if you’re looking for an entertaining piece of writing, you’re clearly barkin...
"Well, I have like 45 minutes to kill," sang the high-pitched, sweet teen voice of my daughter's curvy Latina friend Marisa, "would you like a sloppy blowjob?" My ears weren't expecting that question, and I swear I must have blushed. Perverted middle-aged fathers don't get that question often, or at least, this one doesn't. Or hasn't before at least. Maybe...
It’s all messed up. During the run for the white house tensions between races in the US have been escalating. Arabs are being profiled, Asians got accused of faking climate change, unarmed black men got shot by police, Mexicans have been called rapists and native Americans protesting in the freezing cold had water cannons used against them. What is this coun...
George jumped up as the walkie-talkie on his right hip began admitting a loud and incoherent sound. The words were vague but he was experienced enough to know that the person on the other line was giving him his next assignment. It had been a little over a year now since he started working as an all around handyman for Brightsdale college in his new home tow...
The crew of the Invictus sat in the Officers' lounge, cuddled up on a big sofa watching the stars. John sat in the middle, with Alyssa sitting sideways across his lap, Sparks and Calara sat to either side of him. The evening had been a great success, with the girls loving the delicious dinner that John had whipped up and they relaxed sipping wine together....
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
After a long day at work, you manage to complete your night time routines to crawl onto to bed. Tired from the day's events, you fall into a deep slumber the moment you rest your head on your pillow, drifting off to slowly fall into gestalt lands of endless possibilities both familiar and unknown. Either through some hidden carnal erotic coding deep within y...
Meet the Lutz family. Well, that's their legal name, anyway. Most people who know them refer to them by their nickname: the Slut family. Marsha Lutz is a widow, 42 years old, and the very definition of a MILF. Her husband died almost ten years ago -- probably from exhauation -- leaving her to raise their twin boys and one daughter. Marsha's husband left her...