This story which you are about to read really happened back in 1973 when my work took me to Maine. I would like to have any feedback about it. Thanks, Ron "What a hell of a way to spend a weekend." I was telling a cute girl at the bar. "Three hundred miles from home and my car just broke down, the garage can't get the part till Monday so I'm stuck until t...
Warning - If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story. Just a simple, straight-forward story. The correct category would have b...
For Papa From Sexy Bean Her hands were bound to the headboard. She could hear him walking around the bed, out of her sight. She was naked, ass up on his bed. She heard the swish just a brief moment before she felt the sting of leather across her backside. She winced and he struck again, making her call out. He traced the tails gently across her cheeks an...
I am a dirty old man. Really. I am not sure when I became one, but it was a conscious decision that required years of planning and a bit hard work. When I had a achieved the ripe old age of 36 I had very little to show for myself. No wife, no kids, no house. I had a crappy office job and a crappier apartment. I was a white middle aged slob. I could legally d...
by tgirltina with thanks to jeanx2storm for her Edit_______ © I really needed a job, I had been training hard in all areas of office work, but I was far too slow for anyone to want to employ me. I was feeling down. Then a good friend of mine introduced me to Bob; he ran a small printing company about a mile from my flat. We got on well; he said he liked the...
Promotion day. I'd been waiting months for it. I'd been working at Crimson Inc. for about 4 1/2 years. It was nice, and I know most people would kill for my job, even though it wasn't even close to the one I deserved. I work as a lower-class designer for Mr. Smith's company. The pay is alright, 50k or so a year, but Mr. Smith gets up to half a million every...
Not having a telephone number, I wrote Laura as soon as I got back to the states, telling her that I was being discharged and that I would see her soon. As of the 21st I was a civilian again. I spent the next two days looking for a suitable car, settling on a two-year-old Toyota with low mileage. It took two days to cross California and one half of Arizona...
The rainy day and tropical weather made the Bay Area day steamy. Jean, a 43-year-old consultant / entrepreneur, had taken Friday off to slow down life and catch-up on sleep. However, she hadn't slept until noon as she expected. She woke up at 8am. She slept in a blue, thin cotton shirt and her underwear. Her breasts were slightly swollen and pushed on her...
I finally did it. I asked my girlfriend to marry me and she said yes. We are both 24 and had been together for a few years. This morning I was going to tell all my coworkers that I was now engaged. I had no idea that the response from a select few would give me more pleasure that I could ask for... Wednesday afternoon one of my coworkers Kim came up to me a...
April Saturday, April 01, 2000 "Are you awake, Marilyn"? "Yes, Mrs Barnabas" "Are you playing with yourself, Marilyn?" "No, Mrs Barnabas" "I want you to start. I am going to suck Mr Barnabas' cock and I want to think about poor girls who don't get any cock while I do it." "Yes Mrs Barnabas" That is how my day started. I didn't argue, I didn't even he...