I'm Brad, 27 years old, 6 ft 2 in, 190 lb, brown hair, and light blue eye. I exercise regularly and am in reasonable shape. Lola Monroe, my partner, is 48 years old, 5 ft 4 in, 115 lb, short and dense blonde hair, green eyes, short nose, and high cheek bones. She is a positive person with a bubbly personality. Lola is in good shape: a relatively flat tummy,...
Dear reader. In this story, Lola thinks a lot. So I am going to use the device of containing her thoughts in ( ). When the boy she is with is thinking to himself, I will use [ ]. * * * * * Until the summer before her senior year of high school, Lola Claiborne was a fatty. She carried one hundred and seventy pounds on her five foot, seven inch frame. Not on...
A few days ago, I called on Lola, along with June, the bisexual woman who lives in the house down the street from me. This wasn't completely a threesome because Lola was curious about having her pussy eaten by another woman, but she would not reciprocate. I expected to eat both women's pussies. Lola opened her apartment door for us and we hugged and kissed a...
Buck was resting on the couch with his wife of 20 years, Elaine, a fire roaring in the fireplace, their kids, now teenagers and one with a car, still out with friends at the movies on a snowy Christmas Eve. They didn't expect the kids back for another couple of hours, being just after 9pm, and were enjoying a couple of cocktails before they would head back t...
Chapter 7 The time came for Lola to leave her role as Cooper's personal adviser after five months of working at his side. The disposal of his group of companies had occurred faster than expected, being almost completed within five months instead of eight months, and the 22-acre block (Cooper was still not up with hectares) of land had been disposed of, with...
They always met in the same dark, dated, motel room where the sound of neighboring televisions blared through paper-thin walls and parking spots around back were at a premium because nobody wanted to risk having a car recognized. Every Thursday at noon. For the last six months. Each week Lola entered the unlocked door and stripped down to black lace panties...
I was nervous as I pressed the numbers on my cell phone. I had never been to Lola's home before and we had only met in person once for coffee several months before, but I could not fight the urge to see her again. So here I was early one warm spring morning calling her, and hoping for the best. Well first let me give you some background on this story, I me...
For years we had talked about it, and for years she had fantasized about it each time she came. The night had finally arrived, and to be honest I had no idea how it would turn out. It turned out better than either of us could have ever thought. Let me go backwards in time a bit, so as to fill you in. My wife Lola (not her real name of course) and I have bee...
Finally, the last bell rung and school was over the weekend could officially begin. Outside the car was waiting for the girls as planned. Lola told the driver to take them to the house first. "This is going to be a long day, hope you're ready," she said teasing the driver. He just smiled in response. For no particular reason she had never had her friends o...
Roger was well used to locker room tales of soft flesh, willing lips and spread thighs. Talk about male conquest spiced with a bloated view of the swaggering protagonist's skill and longevity. He was shocked to learn that reenactment of sexual conquest was not solely a male domain. He conceded that the tales were softer more flavored with feelings than hydra...