My name is James and I've enjoyed reading Playboy, Penthouse, OUI, Hustler and any other similar magazine that I could find since I was about 15 years old. The majority of the magazines I obtained were found in dumpsters at apartments, however I bought some of them at convenience stores. At first I only wanted to see the pictures, but over the years I have f...
"Do you have your coupon?" Mandi asks seductively. Standing before him, leaning against the door jamb, with one hand resting above her head, and the other poised gracefully on her hip. She was a vision to behold... A full length silk gown, was illuminating her form, and clinging to her every curve. Loose strawberry curls frame her oval face, and fall carel...
I was shopping for a good while now, in and out of clothing shops. I just haven't found anything that I felt was sexy enough to buy. Still, I kept walking through this big mall, I found another cute little clothing shop tucked in one of its corners. I gave the dresses in the display window a good looking over, they were just the thing I had in mind and decid...
Tiffany is a sexy little blonde MILF, 5'3, 120lbs, flexible and muscular. She loves to dress sexy and tease men in her day to day work as a stylist. Her pussy often drips in her skimpy panties as she works her magic on clients in her chair - leaning over them pushing her breasts against their bodies, straddling their leg to get up close and personal, etc., a...
I awoke to find you had already gotten up, though the bed still carried the your scent. I got up and went into the kitchen to find you at the counter spreading cream cheese on a couple of bagels. You were wearing only panties, and I enjoyed watching the sway of your long hair and slightly hanging tits as you worked. "Hi, honey," you greet me. I kiss you on...
It was hard to concentrate on the accounts and balances on the computer... after reading that, anyone would be afraid to get up. I know my panties were soaked. We had been going back and forth all day, each message a little more stirring than the last. This one read "Can you feel me under your desk? My hands gripping your thighs, my tongue almost touching yo...
Once upon a time, not very long ago and not so far away, there lived a girl named Sinderella. Her home was a five-steepled castle that was once a church of a long forgotten religion. It sat on an island that divided a river running with winter's melting snow. All secluded, she lived there with her mother and two sisters. . . . . so she thought. The supposed...
There he hung, all those long painful years. There he hung, planning his revenge and waiting for this Halloween night, this very night to have his sweet revenge. The scarecrow had been placed in the field years earlier, made of all the things scarecrows normally are: a burlap bag for a head with buttons as eyes and stitching for a mouth, old farm clothes, a...
Chapter 5 -- On Wings of Granite "Fifty five hundred marks white oak (shaved/treated). One thousand and fifty marks tool steel. One hundred marks cotton caulking. Fifty marks streaked copper, tin and a-ston 176. Fifty marks iron. Twenty marks seam sealant. Twelve and three quarters marks sunless steel. One day. Three lives. Never the same." -Un...
White sails dotted the clear blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The sun, at it's zenith, dripped heated rays across my tanned skin. I lay on my stomach, feeling the warmth of the sand radiating through the thin, cotton beach towel. The beach wasn't overly crowded today so that I, at least, felt like I had breathing room. Laziness loosened my muscles and I...